Jean got out of the car in front of the Radisson, not waiting for Ed to open the door for her. They had been arguing since Ed had seen the dress she'd bought for the evening. It was a dark blue sleeveless elastic woven satin cocktail dress with a V-neck that plunged to beneath her mammoth juggs. Everyone at the dinner was going to get an eyeful of cleavage. It hugged her body in the way she wanted it to, and the hem came just above her knees. She finished off the dress with a new pair of matching 4" heels. Jean looked good, and she knew it. Ed became furious when he saw her in it. He knew she hadn't bought that for him, and the more he thought about it the more enraged he became. They hadn't had a "relationship" in years. Neither could remember the last time they had any type of sexual contact. Ed had had several affairs over the years. Jean suspected he had, but could never prove it. They were two people living under the same roof who no longer had anything in common. Yet, Ed thought Jean should cower to his every whim and demand.
Jean walked through the front door of the Radisson to the approving smiles and stares of every man who looked at her, and the glares of every woman. Ed was just a few steps behind her as they walked into the large room where the dinner was being held. Hank saw her from across the room. He began making his way to them wearing a smile that made Jean's pussy twitch. He did his best not to focus on her cleavage as he approached them. He also did his best not to allow his disdain for Ed to be too obvious.
Hank held out his hand to Jean as he approached them. "Jean! I'm glad you were able to make it this evening!"
Jean wanted to laugh at his terrible acting. She took his hand, "Oh you know me! I just can't turn down a free meal!" Hank squeezed her hand a little harder than he normally would. She turned to Ed. "Hank this is my husband Ed. Ed this is Hank. I guess you could say he's my boss." The two men had never met. Ed had only heard passing comments from Jean about Hank. Hank on the other hand had been told a great deal about Ed. Hank extended his hand, masking the dislike he had for the man who was about to take it.
"Nice to meet you Ed." Hank said with a forced smile. "Jean's a great lady to work with! You're a lucky man!"
"Yeah! Thanks!" was all Ed could say. Even though he would never admit it, he felt a little intimidated by Hank and the people that Jean worked with. Hank looked like the kind of guy who didn't back down from anyone or anything. Ed was uncomfortable around guys like that.
"I was just looking at the seating chart for this event and you two are sitting at my table." Hank led them over to the table they would be seated at. As they were sitting down Ed excused himself and headed straight to the bar. "I don't think your husband likes me." Hank whispered as Ed walked away.
Jean laughed. "I don't think he does either. But do you care?"
"HA! Not hardly! But before asshole comes back let me tell you, you look absolutely delicious!" Hank complimented her as he stared at the deep valley between her breasts.
Jean beamed as Hank's lustful stare washed over her. "Well thank you kind sir!" she said trying to sound like a southern belle. "I thought you might like my choice of dresses for this occasion."
"Like isn't the right word. If asshole wasn't with you, we'd do some very close quarters dancing this evening. Then I'd take you home and fuck you all night long."
"Oooohhhh, that sounds so good!" Jean growled.
"That reminds me! Are you wearing panties?" he asked looking over his shoulder to locate Ed. He was standing at the bar working on his first drink for the evening.
"No I'm not, per your instructions." Jean smiled. She wanted to drop her hands in Hank's lap and grab his cock, but the place was filling up quickly.
"Good slut! What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing planned. Yet."
"Well now you do. Be at my place in the morning." He looked down at her shoes. "And bring the heels. Every slut should be fucked in heels at least once."
Ed returned to the table with his third whiskey in hand. Jean could tell he was well on his way to getting drunk. Ed was an ugly drunk. That's usually when he was his most abusive with her, and the most obnoxious in public. "Please don't get drunk!" Jean pled with him in a hushed voice.
"What the fuck?!" Ed almost shouted, his words beginning to sound slurred. "You dress like a slut! And you tell me not to get drunk! Fuck off bitch! I'll get drunk if I want to!"
Ed's loud response turned the heads of most of the people in the room. Jean was humiliated and wanted to start crying. She'd lost count of how many times her husband had ruined evenings just like this because of his obnoxious behavior. Hank saw Jean's stress and decided he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He leaned over to Ed. "Hey Ed, calm down man. We're here just to have a nice evening." Several people were still staring at Ed.
"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" Ed replied as he took another drink.
Hank used a more commanding voice. "Look friend. I don't want to see you ruin this evening for Jean or any of my friends and co-workers here this evening. So why don't you go easy on the booze?"
