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Chapter 12 by Impregmaniac Impregmaniac

Where was this?

His office X-mas party.

The X-mas between our first and second kids, Rancher was in put charge of his office's party committee, and while he managed to delegate most of the extra duties onto the rest of them, his Dept. Head position meant that he had to make an appearance during the night of, which meant that I had to go too. We were in a bit of a panic because our usual sitter was out with her family on a ski-trip, but luckily my parents weren't going on their usual beach holiday this year. They leapt on the chance to come and spend the holidays with us, and spend more than just a weekend with their first grandchild. (I suspect that this was their hope all along, but I won't say anything to them about it) So we get dressed up all nice, tell them to call us if they need help, to which they jabbed back with they raised me and my siblings, so they're more than ready to handle anything, before ignoring my scowl and going back to playing with my kid.

All throughout the party, my face was hurting from how much I had to **** myself to smile at all of those office bitches practically throwing themselves at MY husband. They were all young, slim, made-up to the 9s, and there must have been an email chain among them that said that the dress code was skank-wear, because they all had their legs, ass, and tits out that night. I had planned to find a seat or a table somewhere, where I could just park myself and make polite conversation with anyone who joined me, while my husband mingled, but instead I more or less glued myself to his side, just to ward off any stray ho who thought they could even try flirting with him.

But who could blame them? When my husband was delivering his X-mas speech, everyone had their eyes on him, including me. He had done his due diligence, and named and identified each member of his department, giving them their own moment in the spotlight for what they'd done this year, while also giving shout-outs to the people in the other departments who had been just as essential and exceptional, to not only him and his department, but to the whole company. That earned him the most enthusiastic applause of the night, and after that, I managed to overhear that some of the higher ups think that if he really wanted to, he could make it up to the C-Suites in a few years. A few of the geezers looked a little worried at that, and there were a few sour looks from the other department heads, but sucks to be them I guess.

Alas, I could only stay next to him for so long. When I came back from the ladies, he had been cornered by that plastic bimbo, wearing the skimpiest Santarina outfit ever, who had been constantly hounding us and trying to get him plastered, so that she could get her claws in him.

(I'm not a vindictive woman, but I'm happy to report that she's now in rehab, under a DUI charge for rear-ending a judges car, and that her husband, Rancher's COO at the time, has divorced her alkie ass. Serves you right, bitch!)

Anyway, I had to get him away from her, so I marched up to them and, very firmly, told him that there was a problem with our sitter and that we both needed to talk to her, immediately, and preferably somewhere private, like his office. He looked confused for a second because, again she's away on a ski trip, but from how tight my voice and how deep my scowl was, it finally dawned on him. He made his polite excuses and we very quickly left that harlot to find someone else to cheat on her husband with. And as I made him take me to his office, I could feel a lot of feelings brewing inside me that I couldn't make sense of at the time.

When we got there, he closed the door behind us, and asked me if my parents were having an emergency with our kid and if we needed to go. I was in shock, thinking that that was what he thought I meant. He's usually a very clever and observant man. How the fuck did he have no goddamn idea that that bitch was trying to steal him away from me? I wanted to slap the dumbass out of him. But I also wanted to jump his bones. I don't know why, but I felt like I had to drain all the booze and energy from his system through his cock, so that he couldn't get it up for anyone else.

I was going to do it, and there was no stopping me.

It's only now that I finally figured out what it was that I was feeling.

What was I feeling?

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