My husband is a successful business man that is working more on his career than his wife. But he loves to use my olive Asian body as arm candy that he loves to show off at his business parties. My 34a breasts don't need a bra and wearing a thong, there are no visible lines under my tight black dresses. Prior to one of his parties I received a peculiar email: "I know you're neglected. I see it in your eyes. I want to take that neglect and make it lust. I hope to see you at the party. The things I would do to you..." It was signed "Steven". I read and reread the email wondering who could have sent it.
The whole week I received emails, each one getting me hotter and hotter. "Steven" would tell me that my body looked ripe for making a baby, that my breasts could fill out nicely. Each one I would secretly masturbate thinking of Steven taking me. After reading one email I replied "what if i try to resist, I am married you know." to which Steven replied "That matters little to me planting my seed in your adolescent looking Asian body. I will make you into a woman." This angered and aroused me. He would comment on my small breasts talking about how they probably couldn't swell that they hadn't even developed yet. I wondered how he could know breast play alone could give me an orgasm.
The day of the party my husband said it was at a new clients and he would be doing allot of talking to lock him in for the firm. I said sure love in my usual not caring voice, wishing that there really was a Steven. I dressed this evening with just a black thong and my killer black dress with 4 inch heels. I put my hair up in a bun and glanced at myself in the mirror. Pouting I wish my husband would pay more attention to me... As we pulled up to the place, it was huge. A wow escaped my lips as the car stopped in front of the valet. See I told you he is an important client. Must be... I said blase. We walked in and were greeted by the host, Hello and welcome, please feel free to look around my home. As we grabbed glasses of champagne, I noticed that the place looked more like an art gallery than a home. My husband said that he was going to find our host to seal the deal. I said OK and knew that I wouldn't see him again until the end of the evening unless the deal was going badly then he would call me over to flash my body.