A week had gone by, since Laura had gone to Kirton Hughes office after church. She was relieved he'd kept his word not to call on her. She was now convinced almost everyone knew that she was in an intimate relationship with the man who basically owned the town. Laura was by nature a cautious conservative young woman and having people suspect impropriety did not sit well with her. Neither did the fact that she'd now cheated on her husband a number of times.
However, once past the guilt, when she reflected on the relationship, Laura remained conflicted.
"I do feel guilty and used, but some of the things I've done with that man, have provided me with pleasure I've never previously felt. The acts he's performed, had me perform, and the sensations they've engendered would have been beyond my wildest dreams when Gerry and I first arrived in his town."
In the past, when such experiences had been mere fantasies, Laura had been left to utilize her husband's body and her own fingers in order to satisfy her needs. Now that her experiences were a reality, she found Gerry no longer proving sufficient. He didn't like variation and was too focused on satisfying himself. Laura wouldn't reject her husband, but she no longer sort him out, when the desire rose within her. Rather, with long days on her own, just as she had before marriage, she took to her bed and satisfied herself.
In the week leading up to the function she'd just commenced one of these solo-sessions. In the solitude of her own room she allowed her mind to drift back to her time in Kirton's office only one week prior. Bra discarded; her fingers pushed under her panty line as she recalled how she'd worked his cock with her foot.
A firm knock on the front door saw Laura pull her hand from her panties. Fearing who it might be, Laura quickly found her slacks and pulled a T-shirt over her naked top half. She walked to the door; almost certain she would find Kirton Hughes standing there.
"Miss Huff!" Laura exclaimed relieved, seeing the young secretary, holding a large flat box.
"Hello Mrs. Bowen. You look flushed. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Oh yes... I was just cleaning the bathroom floor. The heat you know. Anyway, please come in. Would like tea or coffee?"
"Thanks, No. I'm not staying. Mr. Hughes just asked me to drop this off. You must have mentioned you didn't have a dress to wear on Friday. So he's found you one."
"Oh I... I didn't expect anything..." Laura stuttered, not really knowing how to reply.
"No, I'm sure you didn't, but Mr. Hughes can be most giving when he wants to be. He asks you try it on before I leave, so he can be sure the size is correct."
"Oh, Ok. I'll just go and put it on."
Laura went to her bedroom, slipped out of her clothing and pulled the black dress on over her head. It was a good fit with long sleeves and the hem coming to mid-thigh. However, Laura frowned at its revealing nature. The dress sat teetering at the edge of each shoulder. From there it plunged, both back and front, showing some considerable breast and clearly accentuating what was still covered.
Feeling very self-conscious, Laura walked back to where Bridget Huff stood waiting.
"Wow, you look stunning Mrs. Bowen," the secretary said, nodding her approval.
"It fits well, but it's so low back and front. People will see my brassier."
"I think it's meant to be worn braless Mrs. Bowen."
"Oh... but I've never worn anything like that. I mean, I've never gone without a bra."
"You weren't wearing a bra when I arrived today. You're young, childless and your breasts remain firm. You look great. Do you have shoes to go with it?"
"Yes. I have a nice pair of black high heels that will match the dress."
"Good!. Now he insists if it fits that you wear it. And when Mr. Hughes insists, then we do as he instructs," she said, holding Laura's gaze.
"This woman knows full well I've slept with her Boss," thought Laura.
"Do you have dresses given to you by Mr. Hughes, Miss Huff."
"Yes. Many!" the younger woman bluntly answered, continuing to look Laura squarely in the eye.
With that she left, leaving Laura standing in her revealing cocktail dress, somewhat bemused.
Laura slipped on the shoes, which suited the dress perfectly and returned to the mirror. The dress was revealing, her sexuality on full display. It made Laura more than a little uncomfortable. However, she had a reason to attend the function. Kirton Hughes had indicated that was where he'd give her his final decision on employing her in his accounts department. Laura was now desperate for the job and determined to do whatever it took to get it.
"If wearing a dress that overtly displays my figure is required, then that's what I'll wear," she decided, confident not too much else could be demanded by her nemesis in a crowded function room.
Laura deliberately didn't tell her husband she had a new dress. For one, she knew he wouldn't like its revealing nature. Secondly, they'd had a rare argument, after she'd raised the possibility that she might find employment
"Where?" had been his abrupt reply.
"Possibly the same place as you. With the Company."
"What, as a secretary."
"Maybe, I'm not sure."
"And who is offering you this job."
"It's not an offer, Just a possibility. Margaret from Tennis said she knows one of the secretaries who is leaving," Laura had lied, quickly looking to downplay the matter, following her husband's negative reaction. "It would be more money for us."
"We don't need more money," he'd continued. "I don't like the idea of you returning to work."
Laura had shut down the conversation, bitterly disappointed at her husband's reaction. It brought a chill into their relationship, which remained on the day of the Hughes and Co. function.
Laura knew the dress she'd been given would further upset Gerry. However, she no longer cared, determined to wear it. She waited until that evening, donned the dress and came out into the lounge.
"You like this?" she said, doing a pirouette.
"Geeze Laura, look at you. Is that a new dress? It looks expensive. When did you get that?"
"I bought it last week. Grandma in California sent me money, so I went right out and bought this. You think it's alright?"
"I think it's... are you wearing a bra?"
"I can't with the low back. No one will notice."
"They'll notice alright. I'm not about to..."
"You don't want me to work, you want to tell me how to dress. You're becoming very controlling, Gerry. I like the dress and I'm wearing it," an angry Laura stated steadfastly. "If you're concerned in any manner, you can stand elsewhere, while I mingle."
"Ok, ok, no need to be like that. Wear the dress if you want, but it's already making me excited, so beware it'll likely have the same effect on all the other men present."
Laura didn't answer. She knew full well he was correct. People, both men and women, would look and whisper. Laura didn't like to be noticed and her husband knew this. However, she remained upset at her husband, and with her job prospects at Hughes and Co depending on her wearing the gift, she was determined.
"If this is the final hurdle I must cross, it's worth a night of embarrassment," she decided.
The function was well underway when they arrived. Heads did turn, but as the evening progressed, it wasn't as bad as Laura had feared. Other women wore cocktail dresses, and some were almost as revealing.
Things proceeded in a similar fashion to the first function she'd attended. They mixed as a couple to begin with, as did other couples, but as the evening wore on the women gathered together in groups, as did the men. At the top of the bar was the group of senior men, including Kirton Hughes who looked out into the throng.
Laura was relieved that, despite lifting his glass to acknowledge her on one occasion, Kirton didn't constantly gaze her way. She was mixing with her tennis friends. When a couple of them complimented her on her dress their eyes flicked down to her chest. Laura merely took a breath and continued to engage them in polite conversation. Shortly, Bridget Huff came up to their group.
"Mr. Hughes asks I take you all on a tour of the office, while no one is working back there. Show you where your husband's sit."
By now Laura knew, if Mr. Hughes suggested it, the women all obeyed. Taking their purses they trailed off after the secretary. The noise of the gathering soon died away behind them, as they moved through the empty corridors. They entered various large offices, containing desks and Bridget began pointing out where each husband sat. Some of the wives were clearly quite excited about seeing this.
They hadn't yet been to where Gerry sat, and Laura was finding the walk quite tiresome. Suddenly a voice came from behind.
"You enjoying the tour ladies?"
"Oh yes, thank you so much for this Mr. Hughes," one woman gushed, as they turned to see him
"It's not a problem. You've shown all the ladies where their husbands sit, Bridget?"
"All bar Mrs. Bowen, Mr. Hughes. We were on the way there now."
"That's Ok, thank you Bridget. I'll can take Mrs. Bowen through. You take the others back to the function. Their husbands will be missing them."
Laura was mortified at being singled her out in this manner. As she turned to follow him she could hear her tennis friends already beginning to titter and giggle among themselves.
"Did we have to come down here alone?" she enquired, when they were out of earshot, causing him to stop and turn.
"Why not? Do you think they all believe we're having some sort of illicit relationship?"
"Yes, I think they do, and I further feel you do nothing to allay such notions."
"Well they can think what they want. I wish to show you where your husband sits."
