Monday came again, the worst day of the week for you. Why you ask? Well Monday always meant one thing, pure mental torture. Not just for you but to everyone in your office. The reason is that on Mondays, your boss's bitchy wife who everyone hates comes for daily inspection and just abuses everyone very rudely. Which BTW, is her nature. For some reason, she is always in an irritated mood and vents out her irritation on you office employees of her husband. Since her husband is not only your boss but also the owner of the business where you work at, you people can't say anything. Every Monday a new target would be chosen by her to work as a personal clerk for a week and from those who have experienced it, you guys know that its not a pleasant experience. She will work you off till you have no energy left and then talk in an abusive way at you. Even though she was like this, very rude and arrogant. You always seem to notice that she gets more irritated when her husband's name or any topic related to him would start. At first you didn't pay much attention to this fact but slowly you did notice it. Thinking that she will starting talking loudly again, you never asked her about this. Today, since its Monday she came into the office again. Eyeing all you employees like a predator hunting her prey. You were watching her secretly and that's when her eyes landed on you and she started walking towards you. Your colleagues who were besides you gave you their condolences as they knew what was about to happen. She came over, and as usual started yapping a lot. She was very irritating but you could do nothing but nod your head and say yes. And then a miracle happened. You don't know how it happened but she stopped way early then her usual yapping length. It not only shocked you but also your colleagues. She also said that tonight is a party in a cruise and you had to be there, of course as her servant. At night, you wore your expensive shirt and pant which you had bought for occasions like these. This outfit made you look quite high-class and you liked it. Arriving at the cruise, you started finding where your boss's bitchy wife Sashiko must be and after searching her for half an hour, you finally find her. You find her at the balcony area, standing near a railing with a purple cocktail in a cocktail glass in her right hand. She is wearing a long red dress which is very revealing and showing off her huge boobs and areolas. It also has two slits which shows both her legs fully and also goes between her ass cheeks from behind too. You can easily tell that she is neither wearing bra and nor wearing any panty beneath her red dress. She spots you and gives you an angry irritated look like always. "Where the fuck were you, you useless motherfucker. Did you forget what time i had told you to come at? Fucking useless piece of shit. Thank god you're at least wearing decent clothing. Now make yourself fucking useful and get me something to eat!" She says to you in her usual irritated and loud tone.
Rolls my eyes “Good to see you too Mrs Sashiko. I see you chose to wear something that left nothing to the imagination.” I comment, crossing my arms
"Don't you fucking roll your eyes at me! I don't give a damn if my tits are showing or not. Now get me some fucking appetizers!" Sashiko says through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushing red. "And I wouldn't mention about that piece of information to anyone else either, understood?"
Sighs “Yep. I won’t tell anyone that you’re letting your boobs and ass show. Not like I’ll have to.” I say, before turning and finding some food platers, bringing them over to you
"Hurry it up! I don't have all night!" Sashiko snaps impatiently, as you place the platter of appetizers in front of her. She leans forward and grabs a few tidbits with her fingers, shoving them into her mouth quickly and noisily. "Now get me another drink," she demands through a mouthful of food, gesturing towards one of the bartenders standing nearby.
Rolls my eyes, walking off to get another drink before coming back, taking some food for myself and handing her the drink “So, what’s this party actually for anyway?”
"Who gives a fuck?" she snorts derisively before taking another sip of her drink. "It's just my husband being his showy self. He probably thinks this'll impress some investors or something." She shrugs indifferently and takes another bite of food, barely listening to you.
Sighing, I take another bite of my own food before asking another question. "So, what do you think about your husband? He seems...well off. He doesn’t give you as much attention as I’d expect I must say."
"You think too much!" she snaps, annoyed by the question. "My husband is a fucking businessman! He has more important things to do than attend to my every need." She pauses for a moment, taking another sip of her drink. "Besides, I have everything I need right here," she says, motioning around at herself with a disdainful curl of her lip, "I don't need him to stroke my ego all the time."
“True you do have massive assets. But let me ask, do you too ever spend any real, meaningful time together?”
"What do you mean by 'meaningful time together'?" Sashiko asks, her expression sneering as if she thinks the question is stupid. "We fuck occasionally, that's about it. He just uses me as his trophy wife and for when he needs to impress others." She shrugs again before taking another gulp of her drink. "It's not like I care."
“Don’t you ever think you want someone to spend actual time with? Someone you enjoy being around.”
"Ha!" Sashiko laughs derisively. "Are you volunteering for that job? I've got better things to do with my time than waste it on someone who doesn't even know when to keep their mouth shut." She downs the rest of her drink in one go, her cheeks flushing as the alcohol hits her system. "Now get me another round," she demands, holding out her empty glass.
Chuckles “Well I’d prove myself to you if we were talking about other kinds of ‘rounds’” I say, taking her empty glass and handing her another filled one
"Like you'd actually have the guts to say that to my face, huh?" Sashiko snorts incredulously, her eyes narrowed as she studies your expression. "If you want to get in my pants so badly, why don't you make a move already?" She takes another sip of her drink and leans back against the railing, clearly enjoying the attention she's getting from you even though she tries to hide it.
As you say that, I use my use my right hand to grab at the side of your waist, forming a strong connection as I gently pull you into my side and look at you “Who says I wouldn’t?”
Her eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly grab her and pull her close, their proximity causing her heart to race faster. For a moment she feels exposed without her bra or panties on beneath the thin red dress, but then she realizes how good it feels to be this close to someone other than her husband. "Well if you're really man enough," she says with a sultry smile, raising her chin defiantly, "prove it."
With a grin of my own, I lean in even closer to whisper into her ear as I slide my right hand slides up to the other side of her waist "Don't worry Sashiko, I intend to."
As the warmth of his breath tickles her ear, Sashiko shivers with anticipation. She had never felt this way before, wanted like this. Her heart races as their bodies press together, their clothes hardly serving as barriers between them anymore. "Make me feel it," she whispers back, her eyes locked on his.
Taking this as my invitation, I lower my head and start nuzzling into her neck, kissing her softly at first before opening my mouth to deepen the kiss as one hand slides up onto her shoulder, massaging gently. My other arm snakes around her waist, pulling her impossibly close against me. The feel of her hard nipples pressed against my chest send shivers down my spine and I moan into her mouth at the pleasure.
As you press your body against hers, her mouth opens wider to allow him greater access to her tongue. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her hips begin to grind against his, seeking more contact. One of her hands finds its way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as she urges you closer still, moaning into your kiss with a growing desire that has been long ignored.
She's surprised by how good it feels to be desired like this; to have someone treat her as more than just an ornament for their husband. As he continues to grope and caress her, Sashiko can feel herself growing wet between the legs despite never admitting such a thing even to herself before now. Her thighs press together, sandwiching his growing erection against his pants, trapping him there like a vice.
Her body arches into him, pushing harder, her nipples hard