Jamie looked through her closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. She was excited to be invited to one of his client cocktail parties at his new boss's house, and she wanted to look as sexy as possible for him. She knew that her husband liked to show her off like a trophy, and she loved the appreciative looks she received from other men, and more than a few of the women. She giggled at that thought as she picked out her sexiest outfit.
Jamie and Steve had only been married two years now, and although she was a devastatingly beautiful woman she was constantly worried about other women tempting her husband. Steve was a handsome charismatic man who commanded any room he entered. Women were constantly throwing themselves at him like desperate schoolgirls, and it drove her crazy to even think of him with anyone else. And on top of that, she still hadn't forgotten his one time fling with her friend Kimberly.
Tonight she was going all out, partly to make Steve proud, but also to make him jealous. She didn't like the way he flirted with those drab female executives, or how they hovered over him like they owned him. She always ended up alone at these things, or worse, cornered by some boring accountant type who thought he actually might have a chance with her, and now she wanted to get back at him. She knew how jealous and possessive he could be when men flirted with her. This was the perfect opportunity to tease him unmercifully.
Standing in her tiniest black lace bra and matching g-string panties that barely even covered her, she slipped into a tight short, short black tube dress... She wore her highest stilettos, dabbed a little musk behind her ears and touched up her lipstick.
Steve came home when she was almost ready. She came out of the bedroom as he came in through the door. He almost gasped at the sight of her.
"Oh my God Jamie, you're stunning!" he exclaimed.
She smiled demurely at his response to her outfit, and kissed him softly on the cheek, and slid into the passenger seat of their Saab. As she did, he smiled when he caught the quick glance of her panties that she had obviously flashed for his benefit. He was both excited and surprised to see she had chosen a pair that was a little more than the size of a lace eye patch. She caught him staring and smiled.
"You're a bad girl Jamie". He teased.
"I know." She answered mischievously. As for Steve, he also cut a dashing figure in his tailored navy pinstripe suit... an obviously successful and powerful man. He was excited to have Jamie with him tonight, but also a little uneasy about it. This was the first time everyone would meet his new wife and he couldn't wait to show her off. It was an opportunity to show those mousy secretaries why he so roundly rebuffed their clumsy passes at him. But he also knew his male co-workers would drool over her, and many would try and paw her as well... whether they were accompanied by their wives or not.
They had no sooner walked through the door that the owner of his firm yelled his name from across the room. Sherry was still a very attractive woman at 52, and her large firm breasts strained against the thin fabric of her designer dress; her body well preserved by years of yoga and tennis. She kissed Steve on both cheeks, even as he introduced her to Jamie.
"May I steal him away my dear... I have a few new clients who want to meet my boy genius."
Jamie clenched her teeth; after all it was a business party. She didn't like Sherry, and was irritated by way she clung to Steve.
"Boy genius?" Jamie thought,
"Boy does she know just how to stroke his ego."
She thought of how much Steve liked to show off his immense knowledge when they watched Jeopardy together each night. But she was polite to his boss.
"Of course Sherry..." She then added only half jokingly, "...just remember where you found him."
Steve shot her a look, as Sherry dragged him off, her arms wrapped around his thick arm and, Jamie imagined, her breasts pressed firmly against it as well.
Sherry monopolized most of Steve's time, introducing him to several obviously wealthy men, but several powerful women as well. It seemed that every time Jamie caught a glimpse of her sexy husband he was surrounded by at least 2 or 3 women. They usually were laughing at one of his jokes, or hanging on his every word when he spoke seriously. Whenever he noticed her looking at him, he would raise his champagne glass and wink at her.
Steve made sure he always had his eye on his young sexy wife. Many of the men she was chatting with spent more time looking down her dress than at her face; thinking Steve wouldn't notice, but he did notice. Part of him was happy and part of him felt somewhat threatened by the younger men. It was a lot of pressure trying to keep up with his sexy wife, 15 years his junior. Many times she reassured him that no man could do for her what he did. None would ever come close.
She was conversing with one man in particular and Steve noticed him getting a little too comfortable with his wife. He felt a knot in his stomach when he realized it was the new young account rep, James something or other. James was one of those guys that were always talking about sex in the office, and he heard rumors of trysts with several of the females in the office. He disliked him immensely.
He noticed how he leaned in very close to Jamie, pretending to need to talk over the jazz trio playing nearby. His arm went around her waist as he spoke into her ear; and Jamie seemed to laugh at everything he said. Still, Steve didn't want to seem like the jealous, possessive type Jamie always complained about that from her previous relationships, so he let her handle it.
At one point Steve looked up from his conversation that he was having with 3 very attractive women, his boss, a pretty blond secretary, and a client that was also a friend of Sherry's. The 2 older women each had hold of one of Steve's arms, commenting as they had all night on how muscular he was. The blond just giggled to watch her boss manhandled and pawed by his boss, and the other woman. When he glanced toward where Jamie and James were standing, they were gone.
He excused himself over the protests of the women, and walked over to where they had been. He saw them out on the patio, and James was stroking Jamie's arm as he talked to her. He could clearly see her nipples, hardened by the cool night air, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her skimpy bra and tight dress. It was also obvious that she was making no attempt to hide them from the gaze of the man who continued to softly stroke her arm with his fingertips.
Steve was incensed at his obvious attempt to seduce his wife, even though he was also understandably proud that his young competition found his wife irresistible. He went over to them and interrupted their conversation;
"Ready to go honey?"
Jamie was startled to have Steve arrive so suddenly and was more than a little embarrassed that she had been caught in a slightly awkward position with the handsome young man.
"Sure baby, if you are".
"You're Steve, right?" James asked as he stuck out his hand. Then he added smugly, "Your wife is quite lovely".
Steve was immediately reminded why he disliked the arrogant and self-proclaimed "rising star of the firm".
"Thank you" He turned to Jamie. "Honey, let's go".
Jamie saw the discomfort Steve felt with James; it was looking at himself in a mirror, only 15 years younger. She was actually enjoying seeing her husband squirm, and seeing him feel what she had felt all evening long. She decided to tease him right to the end.
"Why don't you bring the car around, while I go get our coats?" she asked coyly.
Picking up on the none-too-subtle hint, James added
"I'll go with you; I think I know where the maid put them"
Steve knew better than to let his wife out of his sight but again, he wanted to show her he trusted her implicitly.
"Ok honey, I'll go get the car and meet you out front".
They said their goodbyes and as he headed outside, he saw Jamie heading upstairs where the coats were being kept. Sure enough James was close behind. Steve drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and raced the car engine as he waited, and tried to push the images of his wife and James from his head.
Close to fifteen minutes later, Jamie hadn't come out of the house yet and he became both irritated and nervous. He left his car running and headed back inside, the voices of people calling out to him falling on deaf ears as he headed directly upstairs. He went into a few bedrooms and still found no one. The bedroom at the end of the hall had its door closed, and he paused and listened for noises. He didn't have to wait long, and he heard his wife's muffled voice and what he took as moans.
He threw open the door, and was stunned to find James lying atop of his wife, her arms pinned over her head. His hand was up under her short skirt, and one of her breasts was exposed. James had obviously been licking and biting her long distended nipples, now exposed as he jerked his head around to see who had interrupted him. Jamie's head thrashed back and forth, and she gasped when she saw Steve come through the door.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
James jumped up in an instant.
"Steve, it's not what it looks like"
James had scratches on his face.
Jamie's dress was raised over her hips and as she stood up, she struggled to cover herself now. Steve glared at her and he saw tears in her eyes.
"Get out!" he demanded.
"But Steve..." she started; only to have him cut her off. "I said get out!"
As he moved toward James, who was now cowering in the corner he spoke through gritted teeth.
"If you ever come near my wife again, I'll kill you. There's only one reason I don't punch your lights out now, you son of a bitch!"
With the knowledge that he wasn't going to be beaten to a pulp by the much stronger older man, James' curiosity got the better of him.
