1. What a Mistake to Make


    Date: 2/27/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byBamo68 

    ... and tonight he wants you. You will be by his side all night, dance only with him, and when the night is done, he will escort you to his room."

Again, I laugh, and then it dawns on me what she said. "Wait, he wants to sleep with me tonight? I'm sorry. I love my husband. Sleeping with another man will never happen."

"Oh, my dear, as if you have a choice. You should be honoured he has chosen you. Right, off with this dress, he wants more on display."

"Touch me, and I will knock your block off."

"Now come on, stop being so stubborn, Julia," Carol, one of the minions, says. "If we don't hurry up, we will miss the first dance, and Jenson will be very upset. We'll all be lucky if we have jobs by Monday."

"I don't give a shit about your jobs. If you go through with this, there won't be a company left on Monday," I say angrily.

"Yeah, right, what's going to happen? The Benedict's are too powerful."

"Your precious boss won't last the night," I say more angrily.

"What do you mean? What are you or your husband going to do?"

"I won't need to do anything, but my husband will defend me."

"So, what can a dentist do?" Silvia scoffs.

I laugh. "My husband is not a dentist. He's 'The Dentist'! It's his squad nickname because he can extract anyone from any situation. The reason we were not here last year was because we

were having dinner with the president as a thank-you for rescuing Senator Jenkins's son from Yemen. Wait until I tell my husband about this," ...
    ... I say, smiling.

"I suspect he already knows," Carol says, noticing that it's gone very quiet outside.

"Oh, no, he'll kill him," I say, worried.

"I'm sure Mr Benedict will just rough him up a little," Silvia says, suddenly worried and walking back out.

I walk up next to Silvia. "I'm not worried about Benedict. I'm worried Steve will get Jenson's blood on his suit," I say. Then smile when I spot my man standing over three still figures.

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We walk through two ornate doors after an incredible meal, with my wife's arm through mine as I proudly escort her to our table. She is looking stunning tonight in her figure-hugging dress. I've already noticed a number of her workmates checking her out. I smile, knowing that she only ever has eyes for me.

She's been working for the largest law firm on the east side, Benedict's Solicitors, for some eighteen months now. I wouldn't say I like these events, and this is the first company Christmas party we have attended. Last year we were invited to dinner by my boss. Being a member of the Special Forces, my boss happens to be the president.

Happy that my wife is settled, I head off in search of my single malt and a glass of red for my special lady. I'm lucky to be one of the first to the bar and served quickly. I'm heading back to the table, and my wife is talking to a middle-aged lady who has a look of self-importance.

As I approach, my wife stands. "Just going to powder my nose, ...
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