My thanks to Todger65 for editing this mess. Commas and I just don't get along.
A Job Well Done
Ben watches as his wife Emma gets rewarded for her hard work.
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The ring of Ben's cell phone mid-afternoon brought him out of his reverie, "Hey babe! What's happenin?"
His wife Emma's soft voice seemed to be extra sexy today for some reason, "Hey back at ya! I have a huge surprise for you, and I need you to do some stuff. First, you can't ask any questions until I tell you what I need to tell you. I won't be telling you that until this evening. Can you do that?"
Ben was smiling as his mind turned to all the delicious things he imagined his wife had in store for him. There was only one answer he could give, "You bet!"
"OK then. When you come home from work don't try to talk to me or see me. You'll know when I'm ready.
"Get dressed for a formal dinner, kick back with a drink, and I'll be along when I'm ready. You got all that?"
Ben chuckled, "Not too difficult to remember. Come home, don't see you, get ready, relax, and wait. Not too tough at all."
Emma avoided the possibility of a question, "OK bye."
The end of the call caught Ben with his mouth open, struggling to keep from asking a question, or two, or three.
Ben enjoyed his work as a manufacturing engineer. There was always some new engineering puzzle to figure out. He worked closely with day-to-day operations and his work hours reflected that. He left for work hours earlier than Emma did and arrived home well before she did.
He was surprised to see Emma's car in the garage when he got home. He walked inside and heard his wife's favorite playlist coming through the house speakers. Ben was a bit of an audiophile, and he loved his high-end sound system. He'd spent way more money than he should have, but the sound quality was astounding.
Ben strolled through the kitchen and motivated down the hall to the master bedroom. The master bath door was closed and he could hear Emma singing along with the music. He smiled to himself and got undressed. Tossing the clothes in the hamper, he walked down the hall to the main bathroom. He had adopted the main bathroom as soon as their work hours stabilized and used that shower so that his morning routine didn't wake Emma.
His closet and dresser were in the spare bedroom for the same reason. Ben dressed and took a quick peak into the master bedroom. Emma was still in the bathroom. Shrugging his shoulders, Ben walked into the kitchen and set about mixing himself a drink. He was sitting at the kitchen island when Emma swept into the room.
Ben's eyes bugged out, "Oh my god woman! You look fucking amazing! When did you get that outfit?"
Emma grinned at him mischievously, "I bought it today. I take it that you like it?"
"Are you shitting me? I love it."
Ben was used to his wife dressing classy. She was the top para-legal at her firm and always dressed nicely. This though, this was a different story. Sure, she looked classy, but she also looked sexy as hell. The dress she was wearing clung to her 5'-10" frame perfectly. A bolero jacket, open well down her cleavage, added elegance while serving to help cover her 38 C breasts. Ben was quite sure that her nipples would be standing proud and obvious without it.
The dress swept down her 26" waist and flared across her 37" hips before following her amazing legs down to mid-thigh. The dress was several inches shorter than what she would normally wear, and he could see the hem of her pull-up stockings playing peak-a-boo through the slit on each side of the dress. Her long brown hair hung nearly to her waist and her hazel eyes gleamed at his praise.
Ben was entranced and instantly horny. He was aware that Emma wasn't super model material to many men. Most men would classify her as a seven or eight out of ten. She had a little too much of her dad's nose and she didn't work out religiously. She was not a hard body, but was softened around the edges enough to make her so much more desirable. Ben thought she was an eleven.
What really surprised Ben was the four-inch heels she was wearing. She stood a few inches taller than her husband and seldom wore heels at all, partly so she wouldn't tower over her husband, and partly as deference to some of the partners at her law firm who were also shorter than she was. Ben didn't care that his wife was taller. As a matter of fact, her long legs were the first thing that attracted him to her. She was six inches taller than him in those heels and he was thrilled. Ben started to stand.
Emma read his mind, "Whoa mister! No fooling around right now. I have stuff to tell you."
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, "You know that I love you and only you, forever. Don't you for a moment ever forget that. Let me talk and when I'm done, I'll answer any question you have."
Ben settled back on the barstool and looked at his wife with his undivided attention. Emma slid her laptop over from the end of the island and opened it. An envelope sat on the keyboard and she set it aside while she pulled up her firm's web page. A picture filled the screen. There were six people in the picture. In the center was Emma smiling proudly. On each end was a senior partner in her firm. The other three people were strangers to Ben. He also couldn't help but notice that the shortest of them was well over six feet tall. All three were movie star handsome.
Emma pointed at the picture, "This was taken today when the Morgan contract was finally signed. The black man standing next to me is Samuel George. He is one of two senior partners at Morgan."
