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.
My bra was so small it was almost a juggling act to keep my breasts on the cup - it really wasn't a cup but more like a ledge. My breasts are not very big but they are firm otherwise I wouldn't have been able to keep them in place at all. Fortunately my nipples are not very big but can become longer when I am really excited but most of the time they are rather flat. Next I donned my skirt and my top and was very relieved to see that nothing was visible through the material and nobody would know I was wearing this silly underwear. I realized I had to humor Robert because this was to be his big night. He dressed in a very casual but totally smart shirt and slacks and looked really good. I was looking forward to this night.
About an hour before we were due to leave for the dinner the phone rang and I answered it. It was Sue, the wife of one of the other department managers. I had got to know Sue better than any of the other manager's wives I had met and she was really nice. She wished me all the best for the dinner party and hoped everything would go well but added a very cautious "Take care!" before she hung up. This concerned me as to why she would suggest I had to take care. I asked Robert what she could have meant and he told me he didn't know but he knew some of the other managers had said something about not knowing what would happen at these parties! I was a little perturbed but decided to dismiss any doubts and have a good time.
We arrived at the boss's home - a very spacious good looking home in the very best part of the city - and were surprised to see there were other guests there as well as us. When I met Robert's boss I was very impressed. He was a tall handsome man, well built and he had gray hair (even though he was only 49 years old) and a short bristly moustache. His name was Patrick and he greeted us both very warmly. He shook my hand firmly and held on to is just a little bit longer than I would have expected. We were introduced to the rest of the guests - they were all business associates of Patrick - and everyone seemed to be very friendly. Patrick's wife, Jane, was a delightful person - very open and friendly - and she made us feel very welcome in their home.
The dinner progressed very smoothly and we all had sumptuous food and plenty to drink although I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum. Patrick's home was built for entertaining and at the other end of the huge dining room where we had eaten was a staircase leading to the upper floor. We moved away from the table after everyone was finished and we stood around talking amongst ourselves. Robert soon moved away from me to talk to some of Patrick's associates and Jane came over to keep me company. She asked me if I would like to look around their home and of course I jumped at the chance. We had only just reached the head of the stairs when Patrick came bounding up behind us and told Jane she was needed in the kitchen. He then told me he would show me around the house. He took my arm near my elbow and tucked it under his arm and pulled me to him. We chatted as we looked at several of the rooms and then he took me into what was the den. This was set up as an office and had his personal papers everywhere.
As soon as we were in the den, he closed the door behind us and turned to me and said, "Jenny, I know you and Robert are very anxious to learn if he is to get his promotion which he is looking forward to so eagerly. I can tell you, confidentially, that he is just about a certainty to get the promotion but there is just one little item which has to be sorted out first. I always like my staff to do everything I want of them and that includes their wives. I wouldn't want any man working for me if he didn't have a wife behind him who would also do everything I wanted from her. You will understand that every manager working for me has a wife who will do anything for me as well as her husband. Do you understand what I am saying? Well, I like a woman who is totally loyal not only to her husband but to me and my company. If you don't feel you would fit that requirement then you and Robert will be disappointed when he doesn't get his promotion. Do I make myself clear, Jenny?"