Rick was looking forward to the promotion and it was all he talked about.
My husband had been with Trans Canada Couriers for over five years as a driver and there was an opening for a supervisor coming up when old Ernie Green retired. Ed Karnack, the branch manager, had more or less implied Rick was on the short list to replace Ernie.
The promotion meant a substantial raise in pay as well as freedom from the monotony of running routine trips night after night. Rick would still be on the road at night, that was when the courier business was at its peak, but he would not be stuck to a particular route but be roving the area checking and assisting other drivers.
As part of his campaign to ensure his promotion Rick had me invite Karnack and his wife Florence over for a barbeque dinner one Saturday night. We went all out, I bought two-inch thick porterhouse steaks and Rick got a bottle of Crown Royal.
Ed Karnack was a womanizer and he treated his wife like a piece of shit. Florence was a mousy-hair nondescript sorta woman who idolized her philandering husband and tended to blend into the background.
The Karnack's arrived shortly after 4 pm on the hot July afternoon. Ed immediately showed them out to the backyard where our prize in-ground pool was located.
After pouring our guests' drinks Rick invited them to use the pool while he tended to the steaks.
The Karnack's had brought their swimsuits with them and went into the house to change.
A few minutes later they emerged, Ed in a Speedo with is gut hanging over and Florence in a dated one piece that concealed all but her arms and legs.
I felt a bit self-conscious as I removed my beach robe and stood there in my Wicked Weasel string bikini. Aside from my nipples and labia my suit hid nothing.
Rick knew Ed appreciated a hot female body and had decided to offer mine in exchange for his promotion.
At twenty-eight I was in my prime. Standing five foot seven and a trim one hundred and twenty-two pounds I looked fine with my still perky 36C breasts and long shapely legs.
The plan was I was going to offer Karnack the pleasures of my body in exchange for him agreeing to promote my husband. "I'll never miss a piece off a sliced loaf!" Rick told me when he asked me to fuck his boss.
If I were going to fuck a guy there were at least a hundred I would pick before Karnack. The guy was short and out of shape with a beer belly and starting to bald, hardly my idea of a hunk. However I knew how much the promotion meant to Rick and agreed to screw his boss in exchange for that red dress I had my eye on in Millie's window.
My butt crack swallowed up the string of my swimsuit bottom leaving my ass virtually bare. The two tiny yellow triangles almost concealed my pink aureoles.
Karnack had taken the bait and he was examining my almost nude body carefully indifferent to his wife's presence.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as his eyes feasted on my charms.
"Tight as a virgin!" Rick volunteered.
I felt embarrassed for Karnack's wife with her husband so blatantly ogling me as she sat quietly by.
"Loves to fuck." Rick added.
I saw Karnack's package bulging beneath his Speedo with all this talk about fucking me.
"Maybe after we eat you can take her for a test drive?" Rick offered.
A smile appeared on Karnack's face as if he had just won the lottery jackpot.
We took a quick dip in the pool during which my eighty-five dollar suit turned transparent offering Karnack a preview of things to come.
I had just been freshly Brazilian waxed and there was not a strand of pubic hair on my body.
Karnack could not get through his steak fast enough, anxious for dessert.
