CW: Unprotected sex, mistaken identity, impregnation
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"Alright," I told my husband as we walked towards my office. In the distance, my coworkers at Anderson Software were walking in wearing a variety of costumes, ranging from the basic to the elaborate and feathered. My husband's costume was simple - a suit and a domino mask. "You know the plan?"
"Of course," he said, squeezing my hand. "I tail you, and you lead me to your VP."
"She'll be wearing a slutty dress," I said. "Probably something that highlights her tits. Which are pretty cute."
"So I'll talk to her," he said. "And talk her into showing me her office."
My heart raced. In a minute I'd be pretending I didn't know him, but that was plenty of time. "She has a comfy couch in her office," I said.
He turned to face me, just before we stepped past a tall hedge that concealed us from the other partygoers. "I've heard that," he said, brushing a ringlet of hair away from my face. "I bet I can get her to try it with me."
"Yes," I panted. "Oh, honey, yes."
"I'll fuck her there," he said. "And I'll do my best to knock her up."
I moaned, pulling myself close to him. "Your best is so good."
He leaned in and kissed me, gently but full of compressed passion. "My best is all for you," he said. "Are you going to watch, or should I tell you about it later?"
I gave him the sort of smile that explained why I'd been out on maternity leave three times in five years. "Hopefully? Both."
He grinned back, for once a bit rueful. "The only downside is I have to wait to dance with you."
"That's okay," I said. I stepped past the hedge toward the front door. "I know you'll save the last dance for me."
"Always," he whispered. I gave him one last smile, then turned to go join the party.
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It didn't take me long to find the VP I was looking for. Ashley Hitchings stood in the middle of the west atrium, a cluster of board members and socially ambitious developers around her. For those who saw the office as a constantly shifting network of favors and insults, a web of intrigue and betrayal, she was the nexus of their experience. For those of us who saw it as a place to work, though, she was a pain in the ass.
Still, I had to admit that she was achingly hot. She was about five foot nine, with well-defined abs from her regular gym visits and a shapely ass which I presumed her momma gave her. She had indeed chosen a dress that showed off a fair bit of cleavage - it was just a half-inch more risque than anyone else's, which had probably required some complex calculations. Her tits were smaller than mine, but they fit her muscular frame perfectly.
I stayed back, keeping out of her sphere of conversation. She was already idly flirting with another VP and one of our older board members, with a flute of champagne in one hand and an empty one sitting on a table nearby. I grinned; I knew Edward was capable of seducing sober women, but Ashley being drunk would make it easier.
The hardest part was not looking at Edward. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, listening to Ashley's conversation and choosing the best time to jump in. I wanted to wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at him and make him laugh. I wanted to show him I loved him, because I always want to. But letting him pull this off would make it all the sweeter when I was with him again later tonight.
He waited until she finished her glass and started a third before he approached. I'd given him a cover identity - I'd researched our board of directors, figured out that one of them had a son whom Ashley had never met, and found out everything I could about him. I wanted him to have everything he needed.
From where I was wallflowering, I couldn't hear much of their conversation, but her interest rose when Edward introduced himself, and their body language started to flow. She smiled deeper, and leaned closer in a way that highlighted her tits; he brushed her hand before moving back and giving her space.
The downside to most relationships is that you always see your partner's flirting from the same place. I was lucky to see it from the outside, too. I watched his smiles, and the way he looked at her, and the way he drew her attention until she barely noticed the server coming past with her fourth glass of champagne. I smiled with them - she didn't know it was all for me.
He waited. It would have been easy to rush her, but he wanted her to make the move. He told her a story, and I saw the curiosity play across her freckled face before she burst out laughing. I wondered how much of her reactions were real - was she doing this because of how charming he was, or just because she thought he was a rich boy?
"Champagne?" a server asked.
I looked up. I realized that, just like Ashley, I'd let myself get distracted. "Sure," I said. "Thank you."
I grabbed the glass and took a sip. When I glanced back across the atrium, Ashley was leading Edward away, back into the building. I counted to thirty before I downed the drink and followed.
The party was meant to keep to the first floor, so the badge readers wouldn't let anyone up the stairs. There were a few exceptions, though. Ashley's VP badge let her ignore the restriction, and I had our CEO's old badge after replacing it. The party chatter faded into the background as I found a quiet maintenance stairwell and made my way up.
The lights in the open areas were dim, but I could see a light in Ashley's corner office, and she'd left her door open. I kept my head down and scooted under a desk that gave me a good view of her office. Edward and Ashley stood by the window, peering out into the evening.
"It's a beautiful view of the lake," he said.
