I had left my job as a sales executive to look after Emma until she was old enough for school. I could leave here with mum and that would give me most of the day to myself and the gym was one place I could get away too and relax as well as work on my figure. I stood 5’10 tall with black curly shoulder length hair. Even at 29 I was a trim 110lbs and my 36c 24 34 figure was tight from the amount of exercise I was doing. My best feature was my sparkling green eyes and of course my smile. I always dressed well and prided myself on my appearance. It was a Wednesday evening when Bruce arrived home and informed me that he had invited both the boss and his wife for dinner on Friday evening. I was told to plan the meal and have everything just perfect for them as he needed to make an impression to secure his job in the company and if who’s it might lead to a promotion. He also informed me that I was to dress in a particular way, so as to make sure I too made an impression on his boss. This seemed a little strange, however he was insistent and made it clear from the start that I would do as I am told.
“I want you to wear that short black dress you have.”
“You know the one you wore to the Parkers.”
“I have also selected some things you will wear under it and I want your hair up.”
I was just about to protest at his insistence on how to dress when he moved toward me.
“You will dress how I tell you.”
“And you will be the perfect wife on Friday evening.”
“I don’t care what you have to do to make sure the Fosters have an enjoyable evening.”
“Or you and Emma might be looking for somewhere else to live.”
I could tell from the look on his face that Bruce meant what he said and it worried me that he would use my daughter in such a way. My mother would look after Emma so I could concentrate on making sure that the evening ran smoothly. All that day I prepared the meal and the dinning setting was perfect. It was now 6 PM with the Fosters due at 7 when I headed for the shower. I loved the feel of the hot water over my body and it was soon relaxing me. I stepped out and dried myself,then grabbed the blow dryer and proceeded to dry my hair. Next came my makeup with some foundation,mascara,eyeliner and then just a hint of green eye shadow and last some peach lipstick. I walked back to the bedroom and took the package that Bruce had left for me. Taking the lingerie out of the bag I found a black lace ¼ cup bra and black lace thong,along with a pair of black lace top stay up stockings. He had selected a pair of black patient leather heels and of course my black dress. As I pulled it down and slipped my heels I caught a reflection of myself in the full length mirror and I have to admit I looked good. It was a little sluttish I thought but I didn’t want to upset Bruce and after all it was only for dinner.
It was just before 7 when Bruce arrived home and headed upstairs to take a shower. As he came down I was standing at the sink where he approached me from behind and his hands gripped my buttocks.
“Fuck you look good.”
His hands hitched the hem of my dress up around my waist and his fingers moved inside my panties. He was about to finger my slit when doorbell rang and Bruce left me and headed for the door to greet them. This gave me the opportunity to adjust myself and take a last look at the dinner. As I entered the room I noted that Rob Foster was not how I pictured him. He was older and a mature and distinguished looking man. His wife was slightly younger and very well dressed. He was 5’11 tall and was a little overweight with grayish hair and a moustache. Rob looked like he may have been in his 60’s and in his day would have been handsome man. Ann was dressed in a white suit with a short skirt and her red hair was long and curly to her shoulders. She was well endowed in the breast department and was a little plump with it. As I walked toward them his eyes met mine and from his expression I observed that he liked what he saw.
“Mr Foster this is my wife Carol,” Bruce informed them.
“Please Bruce call me Rob,”he gestured as his hand reached out to shake mine.
“My Bruce your wife is beautiful.”
“Well thank you Rob,” he replied.
I could see Rob Foster looking at my body and his eyes appeared to be undressing me. I pulled my hand free and moved toward his wife.
“Hello I’m Carol,” I said nervously.
“Nice to met you Carol.”
“I’m Ann,” came her reply.
We shook hands and as we did she squeezed my hand with a sort of warm welcome. I then broke the silence and asked them what they wanted to drink.
“Scotch for Rob and I honey.”
“And Mrs Foster will have Champagne.”
“Please Bruce call me Ann.”
I returned with the drinks and everyone and passed the tray around and as he took the last drink I saw him prepare to make a toast.
“Here is to an interesting evening,” Rob Foster toasted as he raised the glass to his mouth.
I pondered the background behind his toast, however I continued to the kitchen to check on the meal.
Bruce came out for more scotch and soon returned for another.
“Bruce honey I would take it a little easy,” I remarked.
He glared toward me and his eyes looked menacing.
“You just worry about making sure the Fosters have a good time ok?”
His look scared me and I felt uncomfortable as I had seen that look before and knew his temper could make my life a bit uncomfortable. He had as he called it disciplined me before and it was when I had seen that look. I didn’t want it to happen this evening so I just put it out of my mind. By the time dinner was served, both Rob and Bruce had consumed a good deal of scotch. Ann Foster also looked as if she was now comfortable in her surroundings after several champagnes. We sat down for dinner and there was the usual small talk until we reached the after dinner port and cigars
“Bruce you sure know how to entertain.”
“That was one fine meal.”
“Thank you Rob but I have to confess it was Carol who did everything.”
Rob Foster raised his glass toward me.
“Here is to Carol,” he toasted.
“Thank you,” I replied.
I sat down again and Rob Foster took another puff of his cigar.
“Carol I was telling Bruce before that money and power are great things.”
“You can get almost whatever you want if you have it.”
“Isn’t that right Bruce?”
“Yes Rob it is.”
“After all I have both,” he smirked.
“I was also telling Bruce here that I bet I could get you to let me look at what you have on underneath that dress for the right amount of money.”
His eyes now were fixed on me as he again took another puff of his cigar.
“What do you think Bruce?”
“Would Carol take of that pretty dress for say $200?”
“I don’t know Rob you will have to ask her.”
I was beginning to feel uneasy as I glanced in Ann’s direction, however her smile didn’t give me any comfort that she would put a stop to this whole thing.
“What do you think Carol?”
“Would you take your dress off for $200?”
I was feeling uneasy as I looked to Bruce for support. There was none forth coming and I could see that look which told me that I was on my own. I smiled at Rob trying to take his comments in a lighthearted way.
“Please Mr. Foster, I mean Rob.”
“I think this may have gone a bit far.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” he replied.
“I’ll ask you again.”
“Will you take it off for $200?”
I could feel the tears well in my eyes and I knew I would not be supported by any of them. I should take control and leave, but I would have to walk past Bruce and I know he would prevent me from doing so.
“Come on honey,” Bruce told me.
“What’s the problem?”
“Just take it off.”
“I’m sure you have nothing to hide.”
“And after all he just wants to see what you have on.”
I now knew where I stood and that Bruce was giving his consent for his boss to do what ever he wanted.
My eyes searched his and I again saw that look which told me I should obey my husband.
I rose to my feet and reached behind my neck, where taking the zipper I pulled it down and then peeled the dress form my shoulders letting it slip to the floor where I stepped out of it.
Rob Foster’s eyes again roamed my body.
“Oh my yes.”
“You are beautiful.”
“Isn’t she Ann?”
“Yes Rob she is very beautiful.”
“See Bruce I told you that those things would look good on her.”
I now realized that my husband had set things up and that this whole evening had been planed to further his career. The tears flowed down my cheeks as I stood there before them dressed in my bra and panties with stockings and heels. Rob Foster gestured to me.
“Now let your hair down and ruffle it.”
I pulled the clasp holding my hair up and let my locks fall free as it fell to my shoulders. I ran my hand through it until it fell naturally.
“Now the bra Carol.”
“I want to see your tits.”
I looked into Bruce’s eyes and then mustered the courage to protest.
“Please Bruce,” I begged.
“If you love medon’t let him do this.”
“Please don’t make me do this?”
“Don’t talk to him bitch,” Rob Foster snapped.
“You belong to me now.”
“I paid for you and I own you now.”
“So you will take the fucking bra off.”
My shaking hands moved to the clasp joining in front where the two cups of my bra met. I unclipped it and pulled the ends apart releasing my breasts to his full view. I dropped the bra next to my dress on the floor and stood shaking nervously before him.
“Oh yes Carol.”
“They are wonderful.”
“So hard and firm.”
“Touch them.”
“Touch your nipples and make them hard for me.”
My fingers moved to my nipples and I played with each. They are very sensitive as I was still breast feeding Emma and soon began to become erect.