Her boss was getting married, for the third time. The reception was at his place, a sprawling estate on the north shore of Long Island, and I dreaded it.
Summers were too hot for suits, but she had to go for appearance sake, and I had to go to prove she was married.
We parked behind a restaurant and they actually had a mini-bus service to take us to the property. Over 300 guests would be there.
My wife is a new vice-president, up-and-coming in the firm, and as soon as we arrived, people swarmed to meet us. The names flew by, so-an-so from Accounting, and Whoever from Marketing, and I was dizzy in no time, grabbing for cocktails from cute waitresses in short black skirts, making due ejoying the eye-candy.
Forty-five, greying at the temples, 6 foot, 185, not in bad shape and semi-handsome, I smiled at any woman I saw. The career kept her very busy and I had begun to look around for relief in the past few months.
These people just oozed of old money. The jewelry, dresses, gowns, all reeked of it. I was totally out of my league.
On the lawn, by the pool house, next to the in-ground pool with diving board, we found a table with some of her personal staff. They were all very polite, and I wondered how many, if any, liked my wife as a boss. Judging by their reaction to her, they seemed to fear her more than anything. Jane could be a real bitch.
The names flew by at introduction again, and lastly, Jane said, "And this is Anna, she answers the phone when you call."
The voice was the same, deep, husky, like a heavy smoker. "Hi, Will, it's nice to finally put a face to the voice!" She shook my hand firmly.
It was the same for me! Jane always complained about her. She was catty, and vain, and always late or taking off to be with her married boyfriend. But she was good at her job, so Jane put up with her, but they hated each other.
"Yes, hi, Anna, you must get tired of my calling."
"Not at all! It's the highlight of my day! When I hear your voice, I know it's almost time to go home!" We all laughed and Jane changed the subject, but Anna kept watching me, smiling.
She was my age, not overly good-looking but what a body! She had a red cocktail dress, cut real low, to show off nice tits. About 5'6, tight waist and round hips, her body was a 10 if her face was a 6 at best. She wasn't ugly, just not a knock-out, with brown curly hair and deep set eyes. But she had a sexy smile about her, just oozing sexuality, and I instantly felt a stirring down below.
People came and went, and Jane was called off to meet someone, and Anna asked if I wanted another drink. We walked to the bar set up by the pool.
"So, you're the mysterious Will! You're taller than I thought."
"Oh? You guess heights from voices?"
She smiled, her eyes trailed up my body, and I instantly felt violated! It was awesome! "I like to fantasize about people, paint a picture of them with their voices. It's a game I play."
"Okay, I'm taller, what else?" Playing along.
"Handsomer. Not that your voice isn't handsome or tall, its more from what I expected from Jane."
"Thanks, I think, about the handsomer part. You expected her husband to be a whining midget?"
She laughed, leaning forward, her hand on my chest. "Oh, no! how silly of me to try this. I apologize. I really hoped you'd be as sexy as you sounded, but didn't expect it. Please don't be offended. Jane and I have had our differences, so I kind of hoped you wouldn't be so nice. Real bitchy of me, huh?"
"As long as you keep flattering me, you can bad-mouth the boss all you like!"
