"Coffee anyone!" Tiffy threw back her golden locks and beamed through her baby blue eyes, carefully remade up from the mess of her tears.
She marched in and placed the tray on the coffee table.
Husband Terry and Gina were on the sofa, Jeremy in the chair by the fire, she daren't look at HIM yet…
"Milk, cream, sugar?" She turned to her husband.
Jeremy Stern watched her breezy performance with admiration, his hands together as if in prayer, forefingers pointing up to heaven before his cleft chin.
Outwardly contemplating, inwardly in a frenzy of excitement.
Was this possible? Was this evening to be the culmination of his dreams?
Would this loving, petite wife, whose tight little cunt he had just violated in the kitchen, take up his twisted offer as spelt out by Gina?
Was it possible that this angelic model, so child-like yet sensually lithe and with such enchantingly innocent freckled face - could she be persuaded to drug her own dear husband enter his sinister clutches in the space of just a few hours? It was an ambition he had held for many years. The ultimate conquest his hunter- mind could conjure.
He had, of course, acquired over the years a number of ways to ‘persuade' ambitious, loving 'exec ' wives to submit to his depravities in repayment for their lavish lifestyles - but never had he tried to complete this task over the course of just one dinner party - and in front of her unsuspecting spouse too.
It normally took weeks of cajoling, threatening and tempting to secure his first fuck. Even longer to obey his every command.
He remembered the endless covert meetings with Gina Walker before claiming her superbly, well endowed body. Her tears at cheating on her husband George were now a thing of distant memory and she was now the most enthusiastic of whores for him on her monthly visits, even helping him now to achieve another plaything for his jaded pleasure.
He watched Terry sip his coffee.
Time ticked painfully on as he picked up his own cup, admiring her steady hand as she offered it to him.
It occurred to him that maybe His coffee could have the pill in it… he drank.
His balls clenched in the thrill, the danger, the sheer daring of his plan.
Tiffy stood, knees shaking beside the coffee table. Even her endless ‘first night' jitters on stage had not prepared her for this moment.
She sipped her own drink, her eyes darting between the two men, her darling Terry and the hawk nosed, silver haired man, who had spun her world upside down and into chaos.
She knew at that moment how much she loved him - she would do anything for Terry, for their happiness.
Terry started to yawn.
Almost immediately Gina looked at her watch.
"Gee, is that the time." She rose and put her hand out to Jeremy. "We've got to go darling, it's gone midnight! We are keeping these good people up far too late."
Jeremy rose slowly and followed the two girls and Terry out to the front door. His dark eyes watched Tiffy's taut buttocks jostle under her tight skirt and couldn't suppress a grin of fierce anticipation.
"It's been a pleasure, Terry. What a charming wife you have - handy at the dinner table and fantastic in the kitchen as well!" He quipped. "She will be a great asset to your future career, I'm certain."
Terry smiled. The evening had been a great success, he thought.
"And she's very accomplished I the living room too." He proclaimed, proud of her social skills.
"I'm sure we shall find that out all to soon." He shook his employees hand. "Come by my office tomorrow and we can discuss that promotion. Sleep well."
"Great. Thanks for coming." Terry beamed.
"Our pleasure. Good night." They walked to their car.
Terry closed the door and turned to his wife.
"Did you hear that, darling. We are made!"
"Yes, sweetheart."
"You don't sound too pleased." He took her in his arms. "It's what we have worked for - and I do believe we have cracked it!"
Tiffy smiled sadly. "Yes darling." She pulled away, hiding the dampness I her eyes. "You go up, I'll just clear up."
