Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

"Don't worry yourself, because I'm just going to give you a bit of rare French liqueur. It's special, some stuff I had imported," Max assured her, still grinning.

And you, my dear, are going to find out just how special it is in a few minutes, Max chortled to himself with a vulgar grin as he withdrew a crystal decanter from an ornate liquor chest in the corner of the room. As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the gloating executive peered surreptitiously over his shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on Kathy's exciting, sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a ritual sacrifice. He could barely wait to see the effect this drink would have on her, to watch her, to watch her sweet, innocent face when she first began to feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her nervous system. This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked with absinthe and Max knew from his own lewd experience that there was not a single woman in the world who could successfully resist its legendary lust-producing powers. He poured an ample portion of the liquid in the glass he planned to give Kathy and then measured out an equally large dose for himself, just in case he might need a bit of extra stimulation after his delightful session with June earlier that afternoon. But he doubted he would need it, not with such a fresh, naturally-arousing young morsel of female flesh such as Kathy around. Hell, he could already feel his prick beginning to jump impatiently in his trousers, just at the idea of ramming it in someone as young and magnificently formed as Kathy Cummings appeared to be. The fact that she was married to that intellectual kid, Henry Cummings, who had slighted him so rudely in his own company's magazine, made the prospect all the more pleasing to think of.

Actually, he was not even really interested in his revenge anymore, Max decided with a feeling of irony, as he turned from the liquor cabinet and walked back briskly toward the opulent leather couch. Seducing young Cummings' pretty wife had been merely an intriguing idea at first but now he was much more excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the naive, full-breasted girl seated on the couch before him. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, tawny-haired young housewife who was now smiling up at him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of aphrodisiac he had poured and she unsuspectingly accepted. The beautiful Mrs. Cummings might even try to play hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated despite all the moral values and idiotic principles that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress during the relatively short span of her life. Seeing them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth working for and one that should not be bought too easily. It might cost him a pretty penny to purchase a rare aphrodisiac like this, and to maintain an office as impressive as this one, but that was a cheap price to pay for the ultimate thrill of that one final irreparable lunge of his penis into a tight, obviously little-used pussy like hers.

Max pictured the almost angelic-faced blonde lying flat on her back with her long, splendid legs pried wide apart and just the thought of the helpless mewling grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, pink lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside his trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down hurriedly beside her before the throbbing bulge betrayed his true intentions.

"Oh, I really do like this drink," Kathy beamed with a smile of surprise after she had lifted her glass and taken a small experimental sip. It tasted like liquid licorice and went down very smoothly, like velvet. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the satiny sweetness.

"Now isn't that better, my dear? Drink up," Max chuckled, smirking to himself as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion. But he knew he had to be careful. After all, the little lady would be going home to her husband that evening and Max found himself wondering sardonically if the forgetful punk would even know what to do if his choice little wife suddenly began to behave like a sex-crazed slut. It would be interesting to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he would have to watch his step until he had her completely under his influence, which, if he had his way, would not take very long to accomplish.

"So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Henry that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of yours."

"Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory flesh, and suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this wealthy imposing man who was now sitting so close to her.

Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with Max, she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and slowly announced, "Henry doesn't take me seriously at all, Mr. Alexander… I mean, Max. No matter what I do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and to tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it. I want to show him that I have a good mind and am perfectly capable of using it!"

"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Max soothed as he reached over and patted her arm to confirm his words. "And I'm sure that together, you and I will be able to figure out a way to show him that you're not someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of fact, if you weren't married to Henry, you'd probably have a career of your own and, if you don't mind my saying so, there would be quite a few men after your beautiful young body."

Kathy shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone in his voice and at the unexpected boldness of his somehow clammy touch. Before, he had been gracious and rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of her marital troubles with Henry, but now, suddenly, he had changed in a matter of minutes. And she also detected a certain brazen confidence in his manner that frightened her and for some reasons made her feel even more apprehensive than she had felt when she had first walked into his office.

She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of the comforting warmth that the liqueur had given her, but she found that her glass was empty.

"I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle-aged company president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring down unhappily into her glass. As the exquisitely-shaped young blonde looked up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your husband might think that you were out doing something naughty this afternoon, instead of staying home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."

"Yes, while he's interviewing all those beautiful models all day in his office," Kathy said bitterly, unknowingly echoing Max's own thoughts of earlier that afternoon. Sitting up straight then on the plush couch, she suddenly shook out her long, glistening red-gold tresses in a gesture of angry defiance. "Maybe I should do something naughty for a change, to show him that he can't always take me so much for granted. I'm not just a piece of furniture in his house, you know!"