Michael Canell sat in bed wearing the light blue pajamas his wife had given him last Christmas and tried unsuccessfully for the third time to read page 132 in his new spy novel. He just couldn't concentrate. He tried to hide it but he was worried.
Michael barely even noticed when his wife, Adrianna, entered the room wearing a silk baby doll nightie that clung to all the best parts of her shapely figure. Adrianna was about five foot six with a mane of curly dark brown hair and a face that was a cross between Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz, with a few adorable freckles on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her body was even better. She was very slim and had a gorgeous pear-shaped ass that was full and firm. But her greatest assets by far were her breasts. They were big-almost too big for her slight frame-and had a fantastic shape. They hung heavily but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point. Her puffy pink nipples were permanently swollen and the raised areola covered almost the entire tip of her breasts. Whether in a bikini or a turtleneck sweater, she had the type of tits men just can't keep their eyes off of. Michael always noticed that whether it was a cop or the dry cleaner, or even their local parish priest, sooner or later everyone stole a peek at Adrianna's enticing fruits. It never bothered him. It made him proud.
But tonight, his mind was elsewhere. Tomorrow, Michael would either lose his job or receive a big raise. His workplace was being downsized from a full regional office to a satellite support location. Only one salesman would be kept on -the other two were getting pink slips. A three-member transition team from Chicago had been swarming all over the office for weeks. Their leader, a real corporate shark named Jeff Reston, had mastered the art of seeming friendly while planning your imminent demise. The transition team pored over mounds of sales records and past performance reports. Michael had only been there two years but that didn't matter-he could easily be picked over Steve or Jim, who had much more experience. His young age, 28, might actually be an advantage if they thought he'd be hungrier and more energetic. Whomever they chose would have to take on the two others' accounts so a hefty raise was in order. Michael had done his best to impress Jeff all week- and it seemed to be working. Jeff, who described his management style as "extremely hands-on" had even gone so far as to invite himself to a dinner at each of their homes, in order to meet the wives and "get to know the man behind the salesman." Michael felt he might have another advantage here, as Adrianna was a great cook and a gracious hostess as well as a treat for the eyes. Jeff had left only about an hour earlier and things had gone very well. He really seemed charmed by her. Most men were.
"Honey, are you all right?" Adrianna asked.
Michael looked up. "Hm, what? Oh sure I'm fine."
She could tell he was lying. "I think he liked my food. He went back for thirds."
"You really hit a home run for me tonight. Thanks, sweetie."
"Did you notice anything strange about Jeff?"
"Strange like what?"
"Like him leering at me all night. He kept peering down my dress. I told you it wasn't the right thing to wear." She was hoping her husband would be offended but he only smiled.
"You look incredible in that dress. That's why I wanted you to wear it."
Jeff had been more than a little tacky. Staring at her tits as she bent over and served him, he smirked and said, "Mmm. everything looks absolutely delicious. Can't wait to see what's for dessert." And while she was still bent over he gave her ass a little squeeze. She nearly dropped the platter. She looked over at Michael but he was sitting on the other side of Jeff and hadn't noticed a thing. He just seemed pleased that his new boss was enjoying the meal. She wasn't going to make a scene but she kept her distance for the rest of the night.
After dinner was over, Michael and Jeff retreated into the den, which Michael had set up as a home office, and talked about work for over an hour. Jeff brought a briefcase and produced a stack of files outlining his plans for the future of the company. It was a good sign.
Now that it was over, however, Michael hadn't relaxed. If anything, he seemed even more tense than before dinner. Adrianna tried to comfort him. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed and stroked his hair tenderly.
He looked up and smiled weakly. "I've just got to pull it out tomorrow. It's taken us so long to get here-this house, my salary-we're finally at the point where we can think about starting a family. And now it could all fall apart."
"Don't worry honey, whatever happens, happens. There's nothing you can do any differently now. Just be yourself and they'll love you. Like I do."
She leaned over and gave him a kiss. He held her and kissed her back with a desperate sort of passion. She thought they might make love but Michael said he was exhausted and minutes later he turned off the light and fell dead asleep. Adrianna remained awake for hours and stared at the ceiling. Her husband's fears had rattled her.
In the morning Michael was up early and out quickly. He didn't want to be late for his final interview. Adrianna rose slowly and barely had time for a sip of coffee before he kissed her and ran out the door.
Fifteen minutes after he left, the phone rang. It was Michael. He said Jeff had just called him. He'd forgotten one of his files in the den last night and was stopping by on his way to the office to get it. After she hung up, Adrianna realized she's better hurry upstairs and get dressed quickly-she was still in her nightie and bathrobe. But before she'd even made her way to the staircase, the doorbell rang. "Oh no," she thought, "he's here already.
Adrianna answered the door, hiding behind it, a little embarrassed. Jeff entered, smiled and apologized for the inconvenience.
Moments later, they were in the den. Jeff found his file under some papers on the desk and put it into his briefcase. Adrianna stood near the door.
"Michael's very nervous about his interview today."
"I'm sure he'll do fine. With a wife like you, he shouldn't worry."
"What do I have to do with it?"
"Jeff smiled. Maybe everything."
"I don't understand."
"I have three very good salesmen but only one job. So the final decision probably depends more on my personal satisfaction."
