Friday

Having planned to meet her husband at his office to meet Reggie, Sandra gets up a little earlier to shower and shave her legs and pussy. She puts on a dark blue skater skirt, light blue button-down shirt and her black 3 inch heels before heading to the kitchen to get her coffee and breakfast. Slipping out the door, she grabs the small gym bag and heads to work.

Chris eyes the small bag when she places it beside her desk. “Going to exercise after work?”

“No. My husband and I have a date tonight, and I wanted to wear something a little different that what I would normally be willing to wear to work.”

Chris’s smile shows exactly the thoughts that were going through his mind.

Towards the end of the day, she picks up the small bag and heads to the bathroom. Removing the skater shirt, she puts on a pair of stockings and a tight black skirt that has a short slit up the right thigh. She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles as she imagines the hungry look on her husband’s face. A few careful tugs on the lacing on the back of her shirt draws it closer to her body, but not lewdly. Satisfied with her clothes, she touches up her makeup and puts everything back into the little bag. Walking past Chris she hears him inhale deeply. Smiling to herself, she bends over at the waist to put down the bag, feeling the skirt tighten against her butt as she gives him a better view.

Sandra takes care of the last few emails for the day and then heads to Josh’s office. Stephanie greats Sandra warmly. While Stephanie lets him know his wife was there, Sandra looked over at the attractive receptionist, ‌envious of her well-toned body, remembering back to their first meeting and the exercise clothes that she had been wearing.

“He said he would be down shortly.” Stephanie winks at Sandra as she blatantly undoes a button on her top and pulls it open a bit, exposing more of her cleavage. Sandra smiles back and takes a seat, crossing her legs, accentuating the slit in her skirt.

Sandra looks through her social media posts. Engrossed in a story, she didn’t hear someone approach the front desk until the baritone voice broke the silence.

She almost whipped her head up; instead, she slowly looked up from her phone. While the timber of his voice made her feel butterflies in her stomach, his body made an even more primal response within her.

His shoes were black and shined to a mirror finish. His dress pants were unremarkable in every way, except from being unable to hide his muscular butt. The white shirt, while not snug, danced as what hinted to be a well-muscled torso underneath.

Sandra caught herself subconsciously flexing and squeezing her thighs together in arousal. Hoping she wasn't flushed, she blushed when Stephanie gave her a knowing smile. The man must have noticed the receptionist's change in focus as he turned and looked at her.

Feeling like he could see her desires and fears, Sandra found herself very conscious of her appearance, wanting to cover and expose herself at the same time. While it wasn't more than a few seconds, it felt like an hour before the elevator dinged and everyone's focus shifted.

Josh steps out of the elevator and he looks from Stephanie, to the man, then to his wife. Sandra stands as he walks to her. They kiss quickly. “Hello, love. I know you have met Stephanie, but have you met Derek?”

“No, I don't believe I have. It is a pleasure to meet you.” They shake hands and Sandra is surprised about how strong, yet supple they felt against her skin. Again, it felt like his eyes were probing her, seeking her every secret. As their hands disconnect Sandra hooked her arm into her husband's, finding comfort in his touch and proximity.

"If you'll excuse us, I need to discuss dinner plans with my wife," Josh leads Sandra near the door. “I'm sorry, but I can't make it tonight.”

"What? Why?"

“A new project started this morning, and the client is paying extra to get it fast tracked.”

"What am I supposed to tell Reggie?"

"The truth, or come up with something workable."

“I dressed up extra nice for you. If you keep on canceling, he may think that I'm trying to seduce him.”

"You look amazing. Trust me, you have my full attention. With our CEO standing there, I can't just leave."

"Ok, but you owe me. Trust me, it will be a very frustrating payment."

Before he can respond, Sandra purposefully walks over to Derek and Stephanie, “Pardon me sir, but it is my understanding that you require my husband for a new project. While I was hoping to have dinner with him this evening, please make full use of him. I’m hoping that my other dinner companion will be as understanding as me.” Sandra tried to keep her voice even, but she was sure that some of her frustration leaked through.

She ignored the smirk on Stephanie’s face.

“It is unfortunate that we need him tonight, and that this has disrupted your plans. Please let me know if there is a way that I, personally, can make this up to the two of you.”

Sandra checks her watch. "Unfortunately, I need to leave, but if it is OK with you, I'll get back to you on that. I'm sure that we can find something that would be mutually satisfying. I will contact you through Stephanie." She turns and kisses her husband on the cheek before heading back to her car.

In her car she shakes her head to clear the image of her kneeling before her husband's boss, his naked form transfixing her. First she texts Reggie to let him know it would be just them again and offers to cancel the dinner. She then sends a message to Stephanie to let her know she can tease her husband in any way that she wants.

She barely sent the second message when her phone rings. "Hey Reggie. Should we just cancel? I can give you the update over the phone."

"No, we can still do the dinner and update. I just wanted to call and to make sure that everything was OK."

"Yes, it is fine. I'm just a little frustrated that he has bowed out twice in a row."

“It sounds like you could use a drink or two. We don't have a reservation tonight, so why don't I pick you up at your place? That way you can drink and not have to worry about driving.”

Sandra hesitated slightly. “I wouldn't want to impose, but that sounds nice.”

"It is no problem. I'll be there in about 30, okay?"

"Ok, see you, then." Sandra gets home with a few minutes to spare. She refreshes her make-up and double checks her outfit. Satisfied, she checks her phone. Stephanie had messaged back, "Ok, but can we talk tomorrow?"

There is a knock at the door. Sandra opens it for Reggie. "Come on in. I just want to reply to a text real quick and then we can go." She turns her back to him and can almost feel his eyes taking in her outfit. She quickly types back, "Sure, just let me know when and where. I have to go take care of the business he dropped in my lap."

Turning back to Reggie, "Sorry about that. I'm ready now."

They went to a nearby steakhouse. Even though the restaurant was only a 20 minute drive away, Sandra caught herself crossing her legs several times and stopped, not wanting to show him the lacy tops of her stockings.

They are seated quickly and Reggie orders them both a glass of red wine. Sandra wants to be decadent, but knows that Reggie will insist on paying. She decides on the sirloin steak with shrimp. Reggie tries to convince her to select a nicer cut of meat, but Sandra refuses. With food ordered, Sandra tells him about the project. She only gets a few sentences out when he stops her.

"Is he making progress?"

"Yes, he said..."

"What hindrances does he have so far?"

"Well, there aren't any major ones that I know of."

"Tell me, Sandra, why wasn't he able to make it tonight?"

She wanted to lie to him. She had even practiced it in her mind several times. What came out was, "A new high priority project was started at his day job today and they are basically requiring him to work extra."

"So actually his day job is a hindrance."

"Yes, I guess it is."

Reggie just nods. “Ok, that is all I need to know right now.” He smiles gently at her. "Tell me, how are‌ you two holding up? You seemed a bit stressed."

Sandra slumps a bit. “I was doing well until today. I'm not sure why, but when he told me he couldn't come tonight, it just really hurt.”

"Probably part of it is that you made an extra effort to dress up again. I can tell that this is important to both of you. I'm hoping that it isn't causing either of you harm. Please make sure he is getting enough sleep and look after him."

"I do and I will."

Reggie made sure her wine glass was never empty during the meal and she was in no mood to turn it down. The entrée eaten and removed; the server asked if they wanted dessert.

Sandra sighs, "I would enjoy something sweet, but I don't have room for a whole dessert."

"We could split a brownie."

Sandra smiles at Reggie. "Ok, that sounds great."

When the dessert, and another glass of wine arrives, Sandra gets up and sits beside Reggie. This time she crosses her legs, making sure that the slit in the skirt opens up to reveal the tops of her stockings, "Thank Reggie for tonight. I know it is more the company than the wine, but I am feeling much better."

They eat the brownie in a comfortable silence.

As Sandra gets up, she stumbles slightly and Reggie steadies her. "Thanks. I knew I had a few glasses of wine, but I didn't expect for it to affect me that strongly."

“Well, there is a reason I didn't want you to have to worry about driving.”

Sandra hooked her arm in his. "So, are you going to take me home, or should I order a car?"

“I'll take you home. Your husband may not forgive me if I made you wait for a car.”

“I may not forgive you either. You have taken me out twice and gave me good ****. If you left me to hire a car, I may think that you don't like me.”

"Come now. After all of these years, do you really think that I don't like you?"

Sandra sits in his car and looks up at him. "Well then, I'm narrowing it down to either you prefer me a bit buzzed, or you are trying to lower my inhibitions so you can have your way with me." She wiggles her chest for emphasis.

Reggie coughs and blushes as he catches himself watching her undulating cleavage. "Sandra, maybe I should get you home." She pulls her legs in and he closes the door. As he walks around to the driver's side Sandra crosses her legs and opens the slit as far as possible. Reggie gets in and tries to ignore the exposed thigh. Both could feel the tension on the drive back to Sandra's place.

Parked outside, Sandra turns to him. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. I love my husband and I would do anything for him. You don't know how much the loan means to both of us, and I’m willing to thank you in any way I can." She leans over and kisses his cheek before getting out of the car. After a few steps to the apartment, he lowers the window and calls out to her. She walks back and bends over, but the **** and his reaction earlier made her decide that squatting down was the better option.

"You are a beautiful and sexy woman. Josh is lucky to have you in his life for many reasons. What I think you are suggesting would make me feel like I have betrayed him and turned you into a prostitute. I hope you understand."

Sandra smiles at him. "I understand. There is no way to ignore the sense of betrayal. As for turning me into a prostitute, well, I'm assuming that you didn't give us the money to have sex with me. I wouldn't use my body to get more money from you. It would just be a very intimate thank you from me to you. Good night, my dear friend." She stands and walks into an empty apartment. "Well, it looks like it was a very late night for him." Sandra changes into sleepwear and heads to the sofa to read and wait for her husband.

Sandra wakes to a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You must have fallen asleep reading. Come, it’s late and I'm tired." Josh leads her to bed, her groggy mind registering that it was after 2 am.