My husband Robert and I had been married for almost three years when we decided to start a family. I visited my doctor, stopped taking the pill, began a regimen of vitamins and exercise in preparation for the next stage of my life -- being a mother. I really enjoyed my career, but in my heart I knew it was time, time to start a family. I'll admit I was a bit reluctant and when I had been free of the possible side effects of the birth control pill I delayed making love to Robert for one, then two, then three weeks. On the fourth week of fertility I had to go out of town for a business trip and while I didn't enjoy travel, the excuse made the trip almost enjoyable. By the end of my trip I had decided to tell Robert I wasn't ready, I needed another year.
Of course Robert was really excited about having a baby and I was sure the news was going to be hard for him to take. Nevertheless I resigned myself to telling him as soon as I got home.
Something was different when I got home. Robert was quiet, almost sullen as I queried him about his week. He could barely look at me in the eyes so I decided to delay the conversation about the baby. Robert told me that he had gone to Mike's party on Friday. Mike had invited us over for dinner, but I had to cancel when my trip came up. Mike had insisted that Robert go despite my absence. I later learned that Mike had planned to seduce me at the dinner party, but when I had backed out he changed his plan and decided to hire someone to seduce Robert. Mike found the perfect prostitute to play the role of his girlfriend. The wine flowed freely and a little GHB found its way into Robert's last glass of wine. When Robert awoke his partially erect penis was inside of Mike's 'girlfriend'. Her nude body was on top of his, attempting to fuck him as best she could given his catatonic state.
Robert was disoriented, but his penis wasn't confused as he grew harder and harder until he was fully erect. It didn't take long for the prostitute to bring him to orgasm. And almost as if on queue, Mike walked into the room to 'catch' the two having sex. Mike feigned upset and turned and walked out. Robert stumbled to get dressed, the effects of the alcohol and drugs still impacting his perception and coordination. Robert tried to explain to Mike that it was a mistake and that he had no idea how it had happened. Mike told Robert to sleep it off, showing him to the guestroom where Robert immediately passed out. The next day Mike put his plan in action. Robert would have to allow him to have sex with me or Mike would tell me that he had fucked his girlfriend. Robert was put in a corner and reluctantly agreed to the plan.
The week following my return and Robert's infidelity was strange. Robert and I barely spoke and it was freaking me out. I had no idea what was going on, but I was certain it wasn't good. I assumed it must be something work related and decided to let Robert tell me when he was ready. On Thursday Robert told me that Mike had invited us to dinner on Friday. I started to explain I didn't really want to go. The truth was Mike annoyed the shit out of me. He always flirted with me and since he was my husband's boss I played along. Of course playing along only encouraged him. Mike had this air about him. He was handsome and he knew it. He thought he was God's gift to women and he wanted you to express your gratitude. Realizing that Robert's strange behavior might be work related and that this dinner might be important to his career I agreed to go without complaint. Robert seemed almost disappointed that I didn't put up a fight as I might normally.
When I got home from work there was a dress box with a big red ribbon around it on the bed. It was from an expensive store and Robert told me he wanted me to wear it this evening. I later learned that Mike had the store deliver it earlier in the day and he told Robert to get me to wear it.
I pulled on the ribbon, the satin ribbon came untied almost effortlessly. I was shocked that Robert had gone to so much trouble. I began to worry that something pretty serious was going on with his work. When I lifted the lid of the box I could smell the perfumed paper cradling the contents. I peeled back the first layer of tissue and found a black lace bra and panties. The material was very thin and fragile, but it looked very expensive. I placed them to the side and removed the next layer of tissue revealing a very simple black cocktail dress. The dress had low back and deep cut v-neck.
Next to the bed there was a bag and box I hadn't noticed before. The bag had a bottle of scented body lotion and the box contained a pair of expensive black pumps, just a little bit higher than I would have picked. I slipped the shoes on and to my surprise they fit perfectly. I had no idea Robert knew my shoe size. I removed my dress and sat naked on the edge of the bed still wearing the black pumps. I felt sexy, almost like a whore getting ready to fuck her client and what surprised me most was that I liked the feeling. If Robert had walked in the room I would have let him make love to me birth control be damned.
Robert didn't come in. Instead I began rubbing the lotion all over my body. It was warm and made my skin tingle. I had never heard of the product before, but it felt amazing and smelled even better. Next I put on the bra and panties and stood in front of the mirror. I looked great. The thong panties were held together by the thinnest string and I could hardly feel them. The lace material was almost paper thin. I wasn't sure they would hold up for an entire evening, much less in the wash.
Finally, I slipped on the black dress. The fabric was very expensive and it slipped over my skin with ease. It was shorter than I was used to -- I guess it was clearly too short, but when I looked at myself in the mirror I was impressed by Robert's skill. Who knew he could put together such an outfit. I could feel myself getting turned on and as a result my panties were getting wet. I went to find Robert who told me I looked amazing. I hugged him and thanked him for the outfit. I didn't mention the height of the heels or the shortness of the dress, instead I told them it was perfect. Strangely, Robert told me that I could wear something else if I didn't like it. It was as if he wanted me to find fault with the outfit. I decided NOT to find fault and simply enjoy his effort and to top it off, I looked amazing.
On the drive to Mike's house it occurred to me that he was going to be even more surly than usual given my appearance. Then the questions came. Why did Robert want me to wear this? Was it for Mike? What could his motive be? By the time I was prepared to confront Robert we were at Mike's house and it was too late.
Mike greeted us at the door and paid all of his attention to me. Soon I learned that it would just be the three of us at dinner. I wanted to turn around and leave, but I couldn't put Robert in that position. I could endure one evening of inappropriate chatter from a handsome man who held my husband's financial future in his hands. Mike gave me a kiss on the cheek and took my coat. He commented on my dress and my shoes, suggesting that he wished all women knew how to dress like I did. My cheeks turned flush and I thanked him. I needed a drink.
