Chapter 1

“I’ll be ready when you get here!” I reassured my husband as he called from his cell phone. Tonight was a dinner party at his boss’s house, in honor of that man’s boss. My husband was invited as the top sales manager of the company, and had just closed a deal worth over half of a million dollars. It was time for a celebration!

Tony wanted me to dress for the occasion, to be his trophy for the night. I am his wife, so a trophy he wants, a trophy he gets! I showered and did my hair, leaving it down and long, my brown locks shiny in the light of the bathroom. I even used extra conditioner to make sure it would be soft, supple, and smooth. I pulled on a pair of pink satin bikini panties, and a pair of white thigh high hose. To cover myself, I thumbed through my closet, checking a few outfits out. I tried a black miniskirt and blue silk blouse, but the neckline actually was a little too conservative. I tried on a red satin halter dress, but the folds of the bodice did not cover quite enough of my C-cup breasts, and while I wanted to make Tony look good, I didn’t want to make myself look easy. That was for when we went out dancing and clubbing!

I finally settled on a pink satin shirtdress, with a plunging neckline that exposed my cleavage pretty well, and a circle skirt that was hemmed just above my knees. I stepped into 4 inch white pumps, and brushed myself down as I looked in the mirror. I debated about a bra, finally deciding to see if Tony said something. If he did, I would put on one, otherwise, I was going to let my dress hold my boobs in place.

When Tony got home, he was all over me. He hugged me as I welcomed him home with a kiss, and his hands roved my body, feeling the soft folds of satin, and reaching under my skirt to grope my butt. I was able to hold him off finally, as we were going to be more than fashionably late if we didn’t get in the car. As we walked down the driveway, the late Summer breeze was picking up, and we began to hear the rumblings of an approaching storm. I let my skirt float freely in the breeze, wanting to tease Tony some more, just because I could! At one point, the hem of my skirt billowed up, and my entire body was exposed to Tony, and every house in sight. The only other person who got an eye-full was one of the old ladies down the street, who was walking her dog. She just “humphed” at me, her nose in the air and muttered something about my being a strumpet. I grinned, and blushed a bit, as this was the look I was aiming for.

Tony got us to dinner very quickly, traffic surprisingly empty, and as we parked, I remembered being in the house before, when Tony had first joined the company. A party was held in his honor, and we had a grand time. I was expecting more of the same!

As we walked to the door, the freshening breeze grew stronger, and I was not ready for my skirt to billow straight up in front of the door as we knocked. I was able to get the front of my skirt down before Ron opened the door, and welcomed us into his home.

Ron was a big man, over six feet, and with my heels on, my nose barely reached his shoulders. His wide, toothy grin showed a large gap between his front two teeth, a reminder of some fight or something when he was younger. Ron was a self-made man, I remembered, growing up on the wrong side of town, but working hard, being smart, and catching a few breaks made him the wealthiest black man in town, if not the county! He was dressed very simply, wearing a pair of dark grey dress slacks, black dress shoes, and a black silk dress shirt, open at the top, and a few gold chains around his neck. He shook Tony’s hand, and kissed my cheek as he welcomed us, and introduced us around to the rest of the guests.

I spent most of the time on Tony’s arm, smiling, trying to be interested, but totally unable to understand what they were talking about, with jargon and talk about product specs and so on. I did notice a couple of guys looking at me from time to time, and I noticed the other ladies were rather more conservatively dressed than I was. Ron, I found out, was unaccompanied as his date fell through.

Dinner was served, and was delicious, as was the chocolate mousse for desert. As the evening went on, the guests began to make excuses and depart. Tony and I were almost ready, when Ron asked us to stay, so Ron, Tony, and the Regional VP could discuss something. This left me stuck, and alone. I sidled off to the other room and watched TV. I could hear them talking, and after about half an hour, there was a tremendous crash outside!

The men all dashed outside to see what happened, and I stood on the doorstep, peering out. It looked like the approaching storm had made a really big branch from an Elm tree had broke, falling onto the VP’s rental car. It was clear that it wasn’t going anywhere, as the roof was caved in, and the glass was broken. To make matters worse, the driveway was now blocked, and Ron’s car was also trapped. I stepped out to be with Tony, and huddled next to him, the strong winds making every fold of my dress flit against my body, and my skirt fly out behind me. I won’t even relate what it did to my nipples!

The VP was very nervous about not being able to make his early flight, and used his cell phone to call the rental agency. They explained they could give him another car, but he had to hurry, as they were closing soon. Tony offered to give him a ride, of course, since we had the only car free. The downside was that our Miata is a two-seater, and I was going to have to stay back with Ron.

I asked Ron about using a restroom, while Tony and the VP were getting going. He asked me to use the Master bathroom one, as the one downstairs was being remodeled. A quick peek at the one downstairs revealed lots of boards and sacks of plaster and stuff, so I took it at face value.

Several minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, refreshed. I took in Ron’s room. He had a king-size bed, with a rich dark wooded headboard and foot posts. The room was dimly lit with blue light, and the black satin comforter on the bed shimmered as I walked by it. He also had blood-red satin sheets and pillow cases. I couldn’t help myself and trailed a long fingernail along the bedding, so soft and slippery under my touch. I was startled when Ron made his presence known.