She hugged me back. “I’ll pester you to death. You know this is for fun. I have the ‘I want to fuck him’ feelings for Lance. Only you get the ‘I love him’ feelings.”
I sighed. “Ok. We’ll do it conditionally. I want to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Lance and Tera. I’ll talk to them individually, then as a couple, if needed. I’ll let you know after I talk with them… When does this kick-off anyway?”
“We fly out on the executive jet Friday afternoon.”
I sat back. “Oh, so you need to know by tomorrow evening at the latest. I hope I can meet with them before then.”
Anne smiled. “I don’t think that’s a problem. I knew you’d want to talk with them. You’re meeting Tera this evening at their house. The girls aren’t home from college until late tomorrow, and Lance won’t be back until tomorrow morning. You have lunch with him scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
“Go take a shower and get ready. She’s expecting you in less than an hour. I’m not the only one in this family that Tera wants to fuck. If you haven’t noticed, she’s got the hots for you something fierce. And no, before you ask, this isn’t some lame attempt at bribing you with sex. Whatever happens tonight is up to you. I want you to ask your questions and hear what she has to say. Anything else is your decision.
“Know this, husband, I want you to be with her if that’s what you want. I know you will come home to me. I believe in you, and I believe in us. I’ll want details. Lots and lots of details.”
I held Anne in my arms and kissed her with all the love I had in me, then went to take a shower. Anne had my clothes laid out for me when I walked into the bedroom. She’ll often help me with matching colors due to my partial color blindness, but she never picks out my clothes.
She grinned at me. “I think you’ll look really hot in this. Tera will take one look at you and lose half her IQ points. She’ll be easy pickings for your questions.”
I was puzzled as I held the skimpy spandex briefs. “Will I even fit in these?”
She giggled, “Until you start getting hard. Then I expect your cock will find freedom, and Tera will be like a bird after a particularly juicy worm!”
She helped me put them on, which was totally unnecessary but resulted in a massive erection on my part. My cock bulged obscenely and escaped the elastic waistband. Anne giggled, poked, and prodded, trying to get me situated. I finally pushed her onto the bed. “Stop helping, Woman, before you make me fuck you.”
She lay there laughing while I arranged things enough to get my pants on. I’m a rather well-endowed guy, and the bulge in my pants was glaringly obvious. I hoped the short trip to the Brady residence would give me the time I needed to get it to go down. I kissed my wife thoroughly, got in my car, and drove the short distance it took to get to Brady’s home and the hot little redhead that served as matriarch.
The geography of our day-to-day life is the oddest thing. Anne’s office is exactly one mile from our house. Her boss’s house is maybe half a mile in the other direction. My daily commute is nearly an hour each way, much of it in stop-and-go traffic. A tank of gas lasts her for more than a month, while I get a week if I’m lucky. She could walk to work and often has, although she usually needs her car for office-related business. She loves her Toyota SUV and has turned down Lance’s offer of a leased BMW every year he’s offered it. I look at her sideways on that one. I decided long ago not to attempt to understand a woman’s relationship with her car. It’s not a machine to her. It’s a pet. It may be her beloved pet, but I’m the one responsible for keeping it alive.
What makes the situation odd is that Anne and I had married and had made a few career moves before she ended up where she is. We were totally unaware of Lance or his company until he called her and asked her to interview. Lance was looking for someone to run the admin side of his business and serve as his confidential secretary. Anne’s boss at the time was the senior partner in the law firm that bore his name and was facing terminal cancer. His career was ending abruptly, and he wanted to ensure Anne moved on to something better.
It wasn’t some good old boy pat on the back deal, either. Lance hired investigators to report on not just Anne but me as well. Anne never saw the reports, but she did see the invoices. Anne had to take a battery of tests covering IQ, personality, ethics, accounting, finance, and some stuff she could never explain. The testing process alone took two days, and she was a nervous wreck by the time she finished.
Ultimately, it took Lance two weeks to get back to Anne. He got the test results the day after she completed the last test. He spent the next ten days making sure she hadn’t cheated. When he sat her down in his office to offer her the job, he looked a little pissed. “I pay people very well to manage my companies, and not a damn one of them scored as high as you have. I took a while to get back to you because I thought you had scammed the system. You didn’t, and I want you working for me.”
The rest, as they say, is history. Anne went to work for a domineering and driven business genius who could be screaming obscenities in one second and anonymously donating millions of dollars to charity the next. He wasn’t a total asshole boss, but he didn’t worry himself too much about offending the folks in his vicinity when his ire was up. In return for her amazing work and situational deafness, Anne was rewarded with an impressive salary and an annual bonus that nearly matched it.
I’ll certainly never forget the first time I met Lance and his wife Tera. We have a framed picture of the four of us during an evening at the Country Club. Anne had been working for him for a week, and he’d invited Anne and me to have dinner with him and his wife. It’s important to understand that Anne is fun but has her no-nonsense moments, and sometimes it’s difficult to tell which Anne you’re getting. Lance had introduced himself and his smoking hot wife, Tera. He motioned for someone before we could even begin to exchange pleasantries. A young man dressed in the Country Club’s livery came over carrying an impressive camera.
Lance put his hands on Anne’s shoulders and moved her to my right. He then stood to Anne’s right while Tera stood to his right. He reached out to shake Anne’s hand, and she raised an eyebrow. “Really, Lance? Going for the cliché? Should I have this look or this one?”
She proceeded to screw her face up in a crotchety stern look, then transitioned to adoring suck-up. Tera started giggling, and Lance shuffled his feet while he decided whether he was going to let his pride rule him or do the smart thing and admit defeat. “I need something for the newsletter. This is the way I always do it.”
Anne shook her head. “Well, I’m sure you know best, Mr. Business Genius. I’m sure you always do things the same in business. Nothing could possibly be better than the way you’ve always done it.”
He chuckled. “All right, according to your tests, you’re super smart. At least your ass is. What do you suggest?”
Anne shrugged. “I don’t know specifically, but generally, I’d say let’s just enjoy the evening and let the guy take a picture when he sees us having fun. It might do your employees some good to see that you can actually smile. Just sayin’.”
Tera had difficulty controlling herself and turned away so Lance couldn’t see her laughing. The shaking of her shoulders clearly indicated she was either laughing or crying, and there was certainly nothing to cry about.
I remember the moment the picture was taken. I had just finished telling a dirty joke, and Anne gave me her ‘I can’t believe you just did that’ look. The young photographer captured the moment perfectly. The four of us stood close so everyone could hear the joke while I kept my voice low. Anne looked amazing and so sexy. Her face was lit with humor, adding to her allure. Her curly brown hair hung just below her shoulders, her green eyes glittered with mirth, and her sensuous mouth curved sexily upward. Her dress was a bit formal but as revealing as the Country Club would allow. At five-eight, Anne’s long legs seemed to go on and on until my eyes were drawn to her tight little ass. It was perfectly rounded and so wonderfully squeezable. The low-cut top of her dress revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her upturned 36C tits. Every time I see that picture, it makes me want her.
The revelation for me, though, was Tera. During the evening, I looked when I could get away with it, but it really hit home just how hot she is when I studied the picture yet again. Her four-inch shorter height should have made her look small and dainty next to Anne, but she was too damn sexy for that. Tera was forty-two, twelve years older than Anne. The only hint of her real age was the slight wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. She looked sophisticated, vital, and gorgeous. She immediately got my attention with her red hair, green eyes, and a rocking body that included some pretty impressive C-cups. Then, the details start to register. Her graceful neck begged to be kissed and nibbled on. Those full lips that look eminently kissable tug at my own, drawing me toward her. She had me hypnotized.
I remember reality catching up to me as I moved toward her, and I jerked myself to a halt. Anne, who never misses a thing, gave me the side eye and a smirk. I was so totally busted. That night was the beginning of a fantasy that Anne and I had continued to share and expand ever since.
While I was barely restraining my lust for Tera, Anne was experiencing her own. Comparing Lance and I was like comparing apples and oranges. I was thirty-two while he was forty-three. I stood right at six feet, and he was maybe five foot nine. I was broad-shouldered and heavily muscled due to my dedication to mixed martial arts. Lance loved to swim and had a swimmer’s build to go with it. My hair is blonde, and my eyes are blue, while Lance has brown hair and hazel eyes. There is an intensity about the guy that speaks to Anne. Even though I could easily overpower him physically, I’d be in for a hell of a fight in a battle of wills.
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