(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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As much as Ryan hated to it admit, it did seem like his enjoyment of the party went to a new level once his wife was out of the way. Perhaps it was because she'd gotten really drunk and been somewhat of a wet blanket for the last hour or so, forcing him to focus only on her. But now that she was resting up, and that weight was temporarily off his shoulders, he couldn't help but notice how much fun people were having. Drinking, joking, laughing, dancing. It really was a party.
He'd hoped for an easy night, but this whole thing had proven to be utterly exhausting for him. Simultaneously trying to keep his wife calm, while also trying to win over her boss, while meeting all these new people, and adding in a whole bunch of booze... he was downright worn down. As an introvert, he'd never been a big party guy either, often finding a quiet spot to sip his drink and ride out the party till he'd been there long enough to leave without it being weird. And he basically did the same here, moving away from the crowd, leaning against the desk behind Elizabeth's, sipping on a drink and watching the other people having fun.
Alone for a few minutes, he did have the chance to study Stacy from afar. As her and Kendall worked the room as hostesses of the party, he learned a lot. Kendall seemed to be the more liked of the two, based on the reactions of the people she talked to, as they appeared to be far more welcoming and happier to talk to her when she appeared near them compared to their boss. But not all the reactions were positive, as some of the wives and girlfriends of the employees eyed her up with great displeasure as their husbands did the opposite.
Lost in his focus on Stacy, he hadn't really reckoned with the fact that Kendall was absolutely gorgeous. A tall, statuesque brunette, she had smoky, intelligent eyes, a slim regal nose, and plump, smooth lips, formed in a slight, natural frown. She had a fair, smooth complexion, which contrasted nicely with her long, dark brunette hair, tumbling downwards halfway down her back. Her black dress was classy while also flattering to her incredible body, the material clinging to her slim waist, her full round ass, and her absolutely enormous breasts, showcasing their size and shape immaculately. Her dress wasn't as low-cut as her sister in arms, but that wasn't saying much, as the upper hem of her dress showed a fair amount of skin, giving her coworkers a somewhat more tasteful amount of cleavage than her boss, but that was only when compared to the amount of skin Stacy was showing. So, with her being the lesser of two evils between the two, and with her dress not being quite as revealing as Stacy's, some of the loved ones of Elizabeth's office mates weren't quite as cautious around her as they were with her boss.
The vibes Stacy invoked in the people around her would be clear to a blind man. If he wasn't aware of her reputation, he would have gleaned it quickly from watching her interact with others. Every one of the office employees would visibly tense up when forced to interact with her. Stacy was all smiles and friendly greetings, putting on a good performance in front of these new faces, at least acting the part of the good boss. But clearly, the men of the office were intimidated by her, and the ones with spouses were clearly struggling to keep their eyes forward and not dare look down at their boss's exposed, juicy cleavage, especially in front of their wives. The same struggle was clear in the male spouses of female employees, but it felt like some of them didn't know enough to not steal a few glimpses of this gorgeous creature every chance they could.
The female employees clearly didn't want to be dealing with her, eager to end the conversations quickly. And frankly, Stacy didn't look terribly excited to be talking with them either, her friendly smile somewhat pained as she acted friendly with them, as if she could barely contain her dislike, the act of portraying a good boss being tested in these moments. Once Stacy parted ways from them, they would visibly relax, happy to be done with her, sometimes chiding their husbands for the dizzy look in their eyes at being in the hot Asian woman's presence.
The most visible reactions were from the female spouses of the male employees. With no major incentive to play nice with her beyond not putting their hubbies in a bad spot with their boss, the visible contempt they felt for Stacy was obvious, using clearly pained smiles to hide their judgment for the Asian woman for wearing such a revealing dress. For showing so much skin, showcasing so much of her incredible bustline in front of their husbands. When Stacy wasn't looking, they would look at her with naked disgust painted across their faces, and they would often move accordingly as Stacy did, ensuring that Stacy wasn't in their husband's eyeline. Stacy did seem to bring the mood down around her as she worked the room, the people in her close proximity tensing up and having less fun than those outside her current sphere of influence.
It honestly felt like the person she was having the most comfortable conversations with was Ryan. And that was by design, at least on his part, as he was still trying win her over enough to cool her feelings about Elizabeth. But with how his wife had acted so far, he felt like he'd struggle to change her mind once he had the chance to actually hash things out with her. But on the other hand, Stacy actually did seem to genuinely enjoy talking with him.
But being able to step back and look over the events of the night, he understood now that she was flirting with him. He'd given her the benefit of the doubt before, but looking back at their previous encounters, and seeing her working it with some of the other guys at the party, there was no disputing it. He'd encountered this kind of thing before in recent years, with the occasional woman taking a shot at him, and he'd always been able to deftly deflect such offers without issue. That being said, Stacy was the hottest women he'd ever encountered, so it shouldn't be a surprise that flirtation from her hit a lot harder than with those other girls. He had no doubts in his fidelity, though, despite her intense appeal.
With her dressed that way, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise that she was being flirtatious. For a woman in the corporate world, as beautiful as her, flirting was a weapon she no doubt used to get ahead, and he didn't begrudge her that. He was no prude about such things. And he probably wasn't alone in receiving this treatment from her. With her negative reputation, it was the easiest way to win over men that didn't know her, no doubt softening their feelings towards her. That being said... call him naïve, but he felt like she did kinda like him in a genuine way, beyond a surface level. Again, he did understand that she was using her good looks and hot body as a weapon, flirting with him, showcasing herself in all the best ways, posing and preening, so he wasn't being caught unprepared. And she was probably doing it because she, on some level, knew that there'd be someone like him who'd try to stand up for their aggrieved spouse, so she was trying to head that off using her big breasts. And in his case, it did seem to be working.
While he didn't think he was alone in receiving this treatment from her, he realized he might be able to use her plan against her in order to achieve his own goal. His plan was to stand up for his wife and talk things out with Stacy. Even though he'd had a few conversations with her already, none of them were the right moment to deploy his defenses. It didn't feel right to have that conversation around a bunch of his wife's coworkers, both for his wife's sake, and in terms of achieving what he wanted. This would be a conversation best had in private. So... perhaps to achieve his goal, he could indulge her a bit. Not in any serious way, but enough for her feelings towards him to soften even further. Talk with her, befriend her... nothing beyond that, of course. But maybe she could think that way, so when the time comes where he asks her for a private conversation, she goes along with him. And when he turned the conversation to his wife, she has enough sympathy for him where she would hear him out.
He had no idea how much fire he was playing with...
With 'We Wish you a Merry Christmas' filling the office, and some of the drunker people singing along, he smiled at the sight before checking his phone, checking out the basketball scores for a few moments and checking his fantasy team along with it. It felt like this distraction only lasted a few moments, which made it shocking when he looked up and saw Stacy right in front of him. Almost on instinct, he slightly jumped at the gorgeous Asian woman's sudden presence, and as he recovered, he was again struck by her intense beauty. Her piercing gaze, her smooth plump lips, her playful yet teasing grin. And it seemed like her body was more impressive every time he saw her, and with her standing in front of him, facing him, he couldn't help but admire her. Her lithe, taut arms. Her slim waist. And her giant, round, firm breasts, jutting outward, standing out perky and full, the hem of her dress showing off so much skin of her impressive bust. Ryan could acknowledge her body, and he couldn't deny the small thrill that ran through him at the sight of her, but he was committed to his goal. Committed to his wife. He was starting to feel like he was able to maintain his balance around this gorgeous creature, her immense appeal not hitting him quite as potently as it did earlier when her intense good looks were such a shock. Her effect on him didn't have that almost drug-like shock to his system anymore. His body was adjusting to the electricity flying through his nerves just being around her.
But he didn't ask himself whether this was him building up stronger defenses, or if his system was slowly getting addicted to the sensation of her presence. Her body, her bare skin. Just... her. Was he getting stronger in the face of this danger, or was he getting worn down and corrupted by it without even realizing it? Would he be able to separate himself from her when the time came, or would withdrawal instincts click in and make him crave her even more?
"Hey!" she called out with a grin. A couple empty glasses with her hand, she grabbed the bottle of tequila currently resting on Elizabeth's desk. Deftly opening up the bottle, she poured it in the two glasses. Closing up the bottle and setting it back down, she reached over to hand him his share, one of her fingers in his glass, the expensive tequila splashing against her digit.
"Uh... I don't know," Ryan replied, unsure, especially with the state his wife was in, and knowing he had to be the responsible one. She just stared at him, grinning, holding out that drink, her finger marinating in the booze as she waited.
