This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for Robert. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a department manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things - 1, The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and 2. He didn't get on very well with the boss anyway.
When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion.
I had never met his boss. He was the owner of this very large business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Robert often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Robert the same thing - do your work well and the boss will reward you!
Robert came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss's home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn't be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion - no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled.
Much to my amazement Robert suggested he accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Robert never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy - he says I look good in anything.
We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn't have chosen without Robert being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with what I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn't really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5" of my bare belly. I don't usually wear any dresses which expose my belly button! I am not in the least ashamed with my body in fact I am very pleased with the way I look but I don't exactly like baring my skin to others.
Anyway, this was the one Robert chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1" wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always trimmed the edges of my pubic hair so that it won't show outside my bikini bottom but this was ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn't go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining pubic hair.
Robert insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support them. The straps were very tiny and really went from under my arms in the front, over my shoulders, to back near my underarms at the back. There wasn't much of this bra even though Robert had paid a lot of money for it. When I came to pull up my new panties I was in for a shock. It was the first time I had worn anything like this and with just the string between my cheeks it felt as if it was cutting me. Then with the front being so narrow I was amazed just how much of me it showed in the mirror. I told Robert I would have to shave my pubic hair completely if he expected me to wear these panties. He told me not to shave it all off but to let him trim it back so that it didn't show too much. He told me he would shave me just before we went to the dinner.
Friday came around all too quickly and I was getting excited at the prospect of meeting his powerful boss. Robert took me into the bathroom, stripped me completely naked and then told me to put my thong on. When I had done that he picked up a pair of scissors and began trimming my pubic hair so that it didn't protrude too much past the edge of my tiny panties. Once he had finished with the scissors he told me to take the thong off and then he got down to shaving me where he had trimmed with the scissors. I was left with a narrow strip of hair no more than an inch wide running right from my clitoris to about 4 inches below my belly button. My pubic hair isn't really dark but it isn't fair either. I am a blonde elsewhere and my hair is cut short and really suits my face. I became very aroused when Robert was shaving me and I asked him to fuck me but he told me to wait and I would be able to celebrate later on this evening. I realized he would probably be told about his promotion at the dinner and would want to fuck me as soon as we arrived home. I curbed my excitement although I was rather wet. I had my shower and then began dressing.
To my horror I found, when I pulled my thong up, that it had cut into my cunt lips and they were exposed outside the narrow band of material. Robert had shaved all of the hair on either side of my lips but now the lips themselves were showing. Robert loved this and told me I looked very slutty - something I wasn't impressed about.
