Dressing Up For My Husband’s Boss

He knows exactly what he wants, and I always do what I’m told.

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After three days of getting the cold shoulder from my husband I was going to take his boss for the ride of his life, and thanks to Lance’s generosity, I was going to look incredible doing it.

I raced upstairs and jumped in the shower, I’d been cleaning all morning and wanted to be at my best for my afternoon appointment with my husband’s boss. I showered swiftly, ignoring the temptation to fan the fire of desire surging in my sex. There would be time enough to indulge soon.

Finishing my shower I got ready as quickly as I could. Reynolds Capital was a good half an hour away. Lance really hadn’t given me a lot of time. Perhaps that had been his intention.

I put on the lingerie and admired it in my full-length mirror, it was a good fit which shouldn’t have surprised me but it did.

I added the heels which gave me another few inches and made my legs look dynamite. It’s never fun to walk in heels, but I’ll be damned if they didn’t look good. I admired the open-cup bra and the way it showed off my already considerable breasts. It was a good thing I had the coat, to conceal them or I wouldn’t make it to Lance’s office before some hotheaded investment banker tried to have his way with me. In the mood I was in, I just might let him.

Oh dear, what had happened to me?

I put on the coat and fastened it at the waist. My earlier prediction proved accurate. It covered my ass, albeit barely and left a lot of leg on display. Oh dear. Could I really walk through my husband’s work like this? Anyone who saw me would know something was going on. Sure they might think Ralph was getting lucky but what if they saw me go into Lance’s office.

They would know. They would have to know. There was no mistaking what someone dressed like this was up to. They were going to get it, and they were going to get it hard.

Oh dear. Could I really go through with it?

I took a deep breath, pushed my fears from my mind and grabbed my car keys off the bench. Locking the house, I slid into my old sedan and headed for Reynolds Capital and my husband’s boss.

Throughout the drive I found myself checking my speed repeatedly, it seemed whenever my mind drifted from the drive itself my foot seemed to step on the gas. Whether it was excitement at what waited for me there, or a fear that someone might see me dressed like this I wasn’t quite sure, but I knew I couldn’t afford to be pulled over by the police dressed like this.

Soon I could make out the impressive office tower occupied by Reynolds Cap. It towered over the others around it and was a fitting reminder of the influence the business had in the town. The influence Lance held over the town, hell, the influence he was starting to have over me.

Up ahead the traffic light turned red, and I brought my sedan to a halt. I looked down at my watch. 1:41pm. I knew that I should feel guilty, I was about to cheat on my husband, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. But instead of guilt I felt a giddy excitement, a thrill for what was waiting for me in that towering building of glass and steel.

Before I realized what I was doing my left hand had dropped off the steering wheel and was sliding along the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. It reached the edge of my panties and slid over the hem and lace until it found the open crotch and my extremely needy pussy. I slid my finger inside my hot sex and found it dripping.

I let out a faint moan as my finger searched my depths.

The sharp blast of a car horn caused me to jump in my seat. I looked up and saw that the light had turned green. I glanced to my right and realized the car beside me was at a standstill too. It’s occupant a man in his late forties was staring at me.

I drew my fingers out of my drenched pussy and gripped the wheel.

Had he seen me? Could he see what I’d been up to?

I stepped on the gas and peeled away leaving the leering voyeur in shock. Fortunately, I got green lights the remainder of the way to Reynolds Capital. I pulled up at the security checkpoint and found a young man in his twenties manning the gate.

I slowed to a halt and realized I was going to have to talk to him. I tried to pull the coat down to cover myself, but it was impossible. I wound down the window and flashed him a smile.

“Welcome to Reynolds Cap, what can I do for you today?” The guard asked with a smile.

“I’m hear to see, Lance, uh, I mean Mr. Reynolds,” I replied.

His eyes looked me up and down then seemed to zero in on my crotch.

Oh dear. I was really starting to regret not putting something else on, at least for the drive, but Lance’s instructions had been clear, and I didn’t want to screw this up.

I flashed him a smile, “He’s expecting me at two.”

The guard looked down at his clipboard. “Ah, you must be Alexis, not a problem, head on in. There’s a space reserved next to the elevator. You’ll find his office on the fifteenth floor.”

I followed his directions and indeed there was a reserved space right next to the elevator. Excellent, less chance of being spotted if I didn’t have to walk as far. I counted my blessings as I pulled into the space. I killed the engine, took a quick moment to check my makeup in the mirror and then climbed out of the car.

I straightened the cashmere coat and tried to pull it down a little further, hoping to cover the vast expanse of bare thigh that was visible, but it was impossible. Instead, I rushed to the elevators and pressed the button.

I paced nervously until a ding rang out and the doors parted. I slipped inside the elevator, pressed the button for the 15th floor and mashed the closed button repeatedly. The doors seemed to take an eternity but eventually they slid closed.

The lift climbed steadily and my eyes watched the readout the whole way.

Sixth…Seventh…Eighth.

On the Ninth floor there was another chime and the doors parted.

Please not Ralph. I pleaded in my head. The last thing I needed was my husband catching me in the elevator.

The doors parted and two men in suits stepped into the lift. Fortunately neither of them was my husband. Unfortunately the portly one on the left recognized me.

“Alexis, is that you?” He asked his jaw dropping as his eyes played down my legs. I couldn’t blame him. In the heels they went on for days.

“Hi Frank,” I replied, as the lift resumed its upward journey.

Frank Goldman was Trina’s husband and based on everything Lance had said at dinner, was well acquainted with what was involved in the ERB.

“Here to see Ralph?” Frank asked.

I left the question unanswered but his colleague chimed in. “Lucky man.”

“I’ll say,” Frank replied as his eyes moved to the panel where the button for the 15th floor was lit up. “Ohh.”

As he opened his mouth to speak, I planted my finger over his lips. “If you value your job you won’t say another word.”

Frank’s eyes went wide.

“To anyone,” I added.

He nodded feverishly, as the elevator slid to a halt on the eleventh floor. They both got out and I rode the rest of the way to the fifteenth floor in peaceful silence. Frank had known exactly where I was headed it had been written all over his face, and I couldn’t have him running to tell Ralph.

Frank wasn’t scared of me, I knew that, but he certainly was scared of Lance. And if I was heading to the 15th floor he knew I had more than Lance’s ear. Hopefully it would be enough to keep him quiet about what he’d seen.

The elevators opened into a large well-furnished atrium. The walls were all timber paneling with various artwork on display. I had no idea about art, but they certainly looked expensive. On the other side of the atrium was a mahogany desk with a young woman sitting at it. She couldn’t be more than twenty-five and was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse with a plunging neckline.

Looking at the stunning blond I figured that Lance chose his secretary for more than her typing skills. Working this closely with Lance I imagined she’d be quite good at taking dictation. In my mind’s eye I could almost picture Lance, behind her, bending her over the desk, one hand bunching up her skirt, the other wrapped around her ponytail.

The thought made me a little jealous, if I were that close to Lance I wouldn’t have to wait days at a time to get what I was craving.

I slowed my pace as I approached the desk. I hesitated as I looked down at the amount of skin I had on display. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

Lance’s secretary looked up from her computer, her eyes meet mine and travelled all the way down to my ankles before rising.

“What do we have here?” she asked.

“Alexis, I have a 2:00pm appointment with Mr. Reynolds.”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “I can tell.”

“Pardon me?” I replied. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

The woman stood and walked around the desk, stopping directly in front of me.

“You have an appointment alright. Newest member of the ERB you’re about to get fucked senseless,” the secretary replied with a wicked smile.

I recoiled as if I’d been stung, but it only encouraged her.

“Oh please, Alexis,” she chided, her hand caressing my cheek. “I’ve been in the ERB since I took this job. You could say I’m a founding member.”

I looked at her hand, on her finger was a wedding ring with a diamond that would have cost Ralph a year’s salary. “You’re in the ERB? But you’re married aren’t you?”

Lance’s perky young secretary smiled, and it was full of mischief. “So are you, but it’s not going to stop you walking through those doors, is it?”

I bit my lip. I knew what I wanted, and from the look in her eye, she knew it too.

Her hand traced its way down my neck and over my cashmere coat. “I knew it. Hell, I bet I could give your husband a call, get him up here and it wouldn’t stop you. You’d let Lance bend you over this table right in front of him and damn the consequences.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Just like I did at dinner.”

She leaned closer, her lips inches from my ear. “I know. So would I. Who do you think put that rock on my finger? Lance did. My husband’s is that tiny band beside it. Bears a striking resemblance to my marriage really.”

“And your husband?” I asked, nervously.

“He does what he’s told,” she replied. “I knew Lance before I met my husband.”

“And you married him anyway?” I asked, a little confused. “Why?”

She leaned close once more. “Because Lance wanted me too. He says he enjoys me even more today than the day he met me. I think he likes taking things that don’t belong to him.”

I couldn’t argue with her. Lance had certainly seemed to enjoy taking what he wanted while Ralph watched. I’d enjoyed it too, I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but there had been a thrill to it, a thrill to being watched. The fact that it was my husband only made it more taboo, more forbidden, more enticing.

It dawned on me that Lance’s secretary might be one of the few people who understood what I was feeling right now.

“When did you meet Lance?” I asked.

His secretary smiled. “When I interviewed for this position. I had just turned eighteen. The interview lasted three hours. He ruined me for other men, and I haven’t left his side since.”

I was speechless, I simply didn’t know what to say.

“Oh, don’t be shy now. He tells me everything. I even helped pick your present. Does it look as good as I imagined it?”

I laughed. “It looks pretty hot, but I had wondered how he got the size right.”

“Show me,” she said, taking half a step back.

“What?” I stammered.

A glimmer of mischief crossed her face. “I said show me. I’m not letting you through that door until I know you’ve followed his instructions to the letter. So, show me.”

I reached down and slowly unfastened the belt holding my new coat closed. I opened it with both hands and held it open so she could see for herself.

Her eyes lingered slowly up my body, starting at my heels. I could almost feel her gaze as she lingered over the crotchless panties, staring at my exposed pussy. After a moment they continued upward, taking in the shelf bra and my completely exposed breasts.

“Oh, this won’t do at all,” she whispered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing down at myself. I thought I looked fantastic. Lance had seen me in my skimpy cocktail dress and practically torn it off me. I couldn’t see how he could resist the feast of flesh I had on display today.

“You’re still soft,” she whispered, conspiratorially. “We can’t have that.”

Before I could stop her, she bent down and wrapped her lips around my left nipple.

I gasped, but the sharp intake of breath did nothing to deter her.

I’d kissed a girl once at college but nothing like this. I was practically naked outside the office of my husband’s boss while his secretary was tasting me. She sucked my nipple into her mouth, tracing it with her tongue before running it back and forth across my sensitive peaks. Her lips massaged my breast as her tongue and teeth tortured my body.

It was ecstasy, and I melted into her, letting her have her way with them.

Then without warning, she released my nipple and I let out a soft moan of disappointment. I looked down and could see my nipple, still glistening from her attention. It was taut and firm.

“Much better,” she gloated, licking her lips.

I could barely speak so I did the next best thing I could. I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her back to my other breast.

“You’re not finished,” I whispered above her ear.

She giggled as she took my other nipple into her mouth and finished the job.

Thirty seconds later, she reluctantly released me.

I was hard, horny and short of breath. I pulled her to my lips and planted a long lingering kiss, savoring her. I could see why Lance liked her, she was one of the most outwardly sensual beings I had ever met. Part of me wanted to stay and see what else her lips could do.

As I withdrew from the kiss, she gave me a fiendish smile. “You better go, he’ll be waiting.”

“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.

“It’s Lauren,” she replied. “Don’t worry, I’ll see that we get to play together soon. She reached down and squeezed my ass. “Now get in there.”

I took a deep breath as I fastened my coat and strode over to his door, my legs still a little shaky from Lauren’s attention. I reached for the door handle and Lauren called after me, “Have fun.”

Oh, I plan to. I was so fired up, I needed it, and I needed it now.

I pushed open the door and stepped into Lance’s office.

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