I doubt any of us involved had any inkling of what the day would bring for us. I know if I had I would have enjoyed a building of excitement in anticipation. As it was, though, it was an unexpected consequence. A good one.
The Thursday started normally. I woke first and before the alarm, slipped out of bed without waking either Mr. or Mrs. C. I looked down at the two of them and smiled. Mrs. C was sprawled on her back, the top sheet was at her abdomen, her breast covered by a hand from Mr. C as he lay on his side facing her. Then a tingling sensation crawled through my body as I recalled the casually intimate ways we had satisfied each other in this bed last night.
Several years ago my life seemed to have been changed because of the 5th-floor office. But it truly changed when Mrs. C enticed me to give up frequent visits on nights and weekends to permanently share their home, which also gave me more opportunities to assist her in her charity efforts. And now, in the new smaller office, our arrangement was out in the open.
As usual, I padded out of the bedroom and down the stately stairs remaining barefoot and naked. I enjoyed the feeling of nudity and they encouraged it, too. They encouraged it of me, anyway. Mr. C usually wore something but Mrs. C was often joining me in the nude experience around the house and privacy of the yard in the back.
I started the coffee in the kitchen. That was what I could manage until my mind cleared and it was manageable mostly by rote routine. I then unlocked and opened the sliding door leading to the patio, took a towel from the supply in the cabinet outside, and moved to the pool. There was a chill in the air but not too much, though a weather system was moving in that might change that in the next days. For now, the heated pool would be comfortable. I ignored any thought of what it would feel like getting out of the water later.
I had found that swimming was ideal for me. Not that I pretended to be an excellent or proficient swimmer. Swimming was now a primary element of my fitness regimen. I did a little yoga, stretching, walking, and weights but running, at least with my boobs, was uncomfortable. Swimming became preferable to an elliptical or stationary cycle.
When I climbed out of the pool, I instantly had goosebumps which encouraged me to rub the water off my body more vigorously. I joined Mrs. C at the patio table where she had a carafe of coffee and extra cups. She was engulfed in a warm robe. I dropped the wet towel in the wicker basket and took a dry one to drape over my shoulders and accepted the hot coffee which would do more to warm me than the partial covering of the towel.
Soon, Mr. C joined us. He too was in a robe. We shared several cups of coffee and idle chatter before we moved to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, then got ready for the day. I lived with them and on most nights even slept with them in their oversized bed, but I did have my own bedroom and it was there that I showered and dressed. As usual, Mr. C was waiting downstairs flipping TV channels between ESPN, CNN, and CNBC.
This part of the day worked for us, too. We both had been in the habit of arriving early and getting a jump on the day. Now that our relationship was known and accepted, we went to the office together. On this morning, we were discussing ideas for the get-together Mrs. C wanted to have for the office, and, as we entered the office, I turned immediately for the dressing area and stopped in front of the locker that had become mine while he stopped in the open door to the area and leaned against the jamb. We continued to weigh ideas, weekend options, etc. as I began undressing. It didn’t seem to matter how much he saw me naked or how often he saw me taking my clothes off, he seemed to enjoy watching. If it was an aggressive sexual day and I needed to shower before going home to Mrs. C, he often watched that, too. Sometimes, after the others had left, he might also join me.
With him watching, I had him unzip my dress and unhook my bra. That was happening when Ms. Benson walked into the area. Her locker was next to mine. She took the liberty of pulling her hair to the front and presenting her back to him, too. I was slipping my dress on a hanger and hooking my bra strap on the hook of the stall as she stepped out of her dress. We looked at each other and laughed. Mr. C was all smiles as he saw it, too. Coincidentally, we were both wearing white lace garter belts and white sheer stockings. Since the firm was paying for our stockings, we each had a wide variety.
She hung up her dress, then turned to face Mr. C. I was pushing my panties down and she stood in her bra and panties. “Remember that inquiry that came in yesterday from the company on the West Coast?” He nodded and shifted his weight off the jamb to show her more of his attention. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, slid the straps down her arms, and absently rubbed under one breast. Mr. C took it all in as he waited for her to continue. “I did a little searching online last night. They’ve been a very profitable group until the past reporting quarter which seems odd.” She pushed her panties down her shapely legs and dropped them on the shelf below her dress where she had several pairs of heels. She preferred to wear flats traveling to work and change shoes here.
She suddenly stared at me and asked, “Where did you find that garter?” My garter belt had little yellow flowers on the clasps holding the stockings. She shook her head indicating we would talk later about garters. “Anyway, Joe, the call came in from the president of the division and he indicated they had performed an in-house analysis but … how did he put it? … I think he merely indicated some concern.” He nodded and we left the room heading directly for his office. I joined them, both Ms. Benson and I taking chairs in front of his desk. Nobody was surprised by my being in attendance if he was involved.
She continued, “It seemed to be an odd thing for him to say. He didn’t say their analysis did or didn’t find anything or was inconclusive. Concerned. The more I thought about it the more it sounded like he didn’t trust the conclusion of their in-house analysis. That raised a new specter. Was he dealing with more than he wanted to admit even to himself? And, if so, was the analysis given to him misleading.” This was a process he enjoyed about Ms. Benson. Sometimes her speculation wandered but it only opened doors to be looked into and re-closed, if appropriate. She was thorough. “He asked for a call this afternoon. Well, late afternoon his time which would be the evening for us. I’m trying to figure out how to get more information on them before that call.”
Mr. C was deep in thought. Most requests came in with information: this is our situation and this is what we would like to learn. Many times the need expanded once we got into it, but they usually believed they had an awareness of what they were lacking. Good management. Ms. Benson was right, this reeked of something more.