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  Trophy Wife’s Temptation

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  This novel is based on a previously published work rewritten with all new content.

  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, January 2015

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  Table of Contents

  1: Revealing Dress

  2: Work vs. Fun

  3: Coitus Interruptus

  4: Lost Again

  5: Her Hero

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  1: Revealing Dress

  It’s not like I came to the factory very often, so it’s not like it was my fault I got lost. The factory floor was a big place and there were so many doors leading in.

  I could never remember which door was at the right one, which one led to the executive offices. Not for the first time I got annoyed with Dan for never bothering to create an office building that was obviously an office building. He was always going on about how it brought him closer to the workers, but whatever. It made it damn inconvenient when I came over to join him for lunch.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  I wheeled around and clutched my chest. This was a quieter part of the factory floor, quieter compared to areas where machinery ran nonstop, and so that loud commanding voice startled me. I wheeled around and my eyes widened.

  Damn it.

  To say this guy was built would be an understatement. He had rippling muscles. Rippling chocolate muscles. He wouldn’t look at all out of place with the guys on that calendar Cindy from the country club got me as a joke. A joke calendar that I paid far more attention to than was strictly proper, but whatever.

  I found myself weak in the knees as I looked him up and down. He wore a tight T-shirt that molded to his body. He had a face that was hard to place an age on, but he didn’t look like he was much older than forty. Not that it mattered. He’d be hot even if he was seventy!

  As soon as I wheeled around, as soon as he saw who I was, his face instantly broke into a smile.

  “I’m sorry Mrs. Anderson! I didn’t realize that was you,” he said.

  Now that I really got a good look at him I recognized him. Mike, the factory foreman. A guy who was famous for not taking crap from anybody, even the boss’s wife. He was also famous for being gruff about anyone causing trouble on his factory floor. Which was actually my husband’s factory floor, but Mike was the word of God as far as the other workers were concerned. Probably more so than Dan in a lot of ways.

  He was smiling and all apologies now, but I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes ran up and down my body. I couldn’t help but notice the way hunger and lust flashed in his eyes for just a moment. It was a look I occasionally caught from Mike, but I’d always chalked it up to my imagination before. I’d always chalked that up to wishful thinking before. Only there was no mistaking the look he gave me this time.

  I was already breathing heavily. I could feel my nipples straining out against my tight sundress. Hell, I could feel moisture down between my legs.

  I shook my head. “Mike, could you point me to the offices? I’m getting lost again.”

  He pointed off in the distance but his eyes were still riveted to me. With a blush I realized he was staring straight at my chest. Straight at my nipples that were straining out for him, straining out for his delicious hard body.

  I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. Before I did something that my husband definitely wouldn’t appreciate. Before I did something that was likely to get Mike fired, and from all accounts he was really good at what he did. Though currently my mind was occupied with wondering what other things he might be really good at.

  No, I needed to control myself. I needed to concentrate on getting up to the board room. I was supposed to be meeting my husband for lunch, after all, and he probably wouldn’t appreciate it if he came looking for me and found me making out with the factory foreman! Not that something like that would ever happen. No, definitely not.

  Still, a naughty idea did occur to me as I leaned against the wall. As I felt his eyes on me. He was already enjoying a little bit of a show, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I really gave him a show. Really gave him something to think about when he was jerking off later. That thought turned me on more than I would’ve thought.

  Damn it. What was wrong with me? I got one look from this guy and suddenly I was acting like a total slut! This was totally out of character for me. Well, totally out of character when it came to a guy who didn’t have a substantial net worth at least. The girls down at the club wouldn’t know what to think!

  Actually Debbie Williamson might know what to think. She spent a lot of time with her “tennis instructor” after all. More than could be explained by working on her backhand.

  If I was going to do this then it was now or never. I took a step forward, my heels clicking on the hard concrete of the factory floor, and as I walked I tossed my purse to the floor. That action had to be obvious, he had to realize what I was doing, but he still dove for it as though he thought he was going to catch it.

  “Oh! Silly me. I’m so clumsy,” I said.

  I tried my best to play the ditzy airhead part. Not that it was particularly difficult. That ditzy airhead routine was what got me into this position in the first place. The second wife of Dan Anderson, owner of one of the biggest factories in town. With all of the social and creature comforts that came right along with that.

  It’s not that I didn’t love Dan. There were definitely feelings there. Hot feelings if I’m being perfectly honest. He was handsome for an older guy, but I had to admit that I sometimes found myself missing the old life I led before I had to be the perfect socialite. Sometimes I missed my wilder days, and as I looked Mike up and down I realized I was definitely missing some of my wilder days that involved fun on the beach with men who looked quite a bit like Mike. Only wearing far less than he was.

  I played completely innocent and dove for my purse. As I did the top of my dress fell forward. It was a sundress that was strategically built so that it could fall forward if I leaned in at the right angle and molded to my body in all the right places when I was standing up. It was tailor-made for a seductive moment like this. It was the perfect outfit for leaning over, say, a big wooden executive desk and looking down at my husband, giving him a show before we went out for lunch. Or maybe giving him a show so we could have some afternoon delight before we went out for lunch.

  I wasn’t picky. In fact, I was getting so worked up because of this little interplay with Mike that I had a feeling Dan was going to get one hell of a free lunch session if he played his cards right. And by “play his cards right” I meant he’d just have to show up with a warm body and I’d be all over him.

  Assuming his work didn’t interrupt us. Again. But no. No man could resist this dress. Even for business or whatever the hell it was he did here.

  I looked up and smiled at Mike as he had got down on all fours, as he tried to grab my purse. He looked up as well as his hand reached down and brushed against mine as we both hit the purse at
the same time. Only when he looked up he didn’t maintain eye contact for very long. No, his eyes bulged out as he got a good look at my dress.

  That was the secret to a dress like this. It had a built-in bra, but I was very careful to pick one where that built in bra was sure to fall open at the first tug from gravity. So he was getting one hell of an eyeful as he looked down my dress. I had a feeling he could see all the way to my belly button, and from the way his mouth was working silently, the way he was staring intently with that passion and lust returning to his face, he definitely seemed to like what he was seeing.

  It took him a moment of staring, but I could see the exact moment he realized he was down on hands and knees looking down the shirt of his boss’s wife. He looked up to meet my eyes with panic on his face, panic that was magnified when he realized I was watching him watching me. Watching my tits. You have no idea just how turned on I was though.

  I almost giggled as he went scrambling back. As he stood up and looked anywhere but at my chest, but there was no denying how he’d stared. There was no denying that hunger, that lust, that pure animal attraction on his face while he was looking down my dress.

  I stood as though nothing was wrong and quickly brushed off my sundress. I gave him a sweet smile and waved, waggling my fingers. He was still staring, though he also still had his eyes schooled so they were staring straight forward. He was being a good boy now, but he’d been such a bad boy just moments ago.

  As I walked through the factory I thought about what a bad girl I’d been as well. Leaning down and showing myself off like that! I hadn’t done something crazy like that since, well since I was in college. Unless of course you count the stuff I did with my husband, but I didn’t really count that. That was just normal married stuff.

  No, there was something different about this. There was something naughty, something strangely arousing, about showing myself off like that to a guy I barely knew. A damn hot guy I barely knew, for sure, but he was still a practical stranger. And he definitely wasn’t my husband, which was the really naughty part!

  I shook my head to clear it. I was worked up, I was turned on, but I needed to channel that energy into my husband. Into giving him one hell of an afternoon. I know he had a stressful job and he worked hard to keep me in the life of luxury I enjoyed. So liked to stop by and give him a little surprise from time to time.

  Only it was difficult to maintain my balance as I walked towards the elevator that led up to the corporate offices. I was still a little shaky in the knees as I thought about what a brazen slut I’d just acted like out on the factory floor. I still couldn’t believe I did that. I still couldn’t believe how turned on I got as I thought about Mike looking me up and down like that. Looking me up and down like I was the hottest chick he’d ever seen.

  I smiled to myself. This was definitely an interesting new source of sexual energy, but I was going to pour all of it into my husband here in a moment. I figured that more than made up for being just a little naughty.

  2: Work vs. Fun

  I stepped into Dan’s office and smiled. He wasn’t here. Good. That meant I had plenty of time to get ready for a little bit of fun.

  I surveyed his office and tried to decide where the best spot would be to set up. He had a leather couch that faced the wide picture windows that dominated an entire wall, but that wouldn’t be any good. For one I’d be facing away from the door and the first thing I wanted him to see when he stepped through that door was me sitting in this sundress looking absolutely amazing. I wanted him to be so turned on that he immediately leapt on top of me and started ripping my clothes off. I wanted him to immediately have his way with me.

  Plus there was always the chance that somebody down in the parking lot might look up and catch a glimpse of the boss’s wife sitting on that couch in a sundress revealing entirely too much. The thought was a turn on, but I wasn’t going to indulge in that particular fantasy. Not today. Not anymore at least. I got my fill down on the factory floor with Mike.

  I looked to the other side of his office but the only thing over there was a wide bank of bookshelves dominating another wall. I’m not sure why he kept those big bookshelves there. They weren’t exactly business books, he never did any reading because he was always so busy with work or something related to work, part of the reason why I was having to sneak into his office on his lunch hour for a little bit of fun, and it’s not like many people in the factory would be particularly impressed by the first editions that he displayed anyways.

  Whatever. It was his money and his collection. I wasn’t going to judge. Goodness knows I had plenty of shoes sitting in my massive walk-in closet back home that hadn’t seen the light of day since I first bought them. I could understand blowing money on things that might never actually get seen. There was something about the thrill of the hunt.

  I was on another hunt right now though, and it was certainly thrilling!

  My eyes turned back to his desk. The place where he spent a good portion of his day when he wasn’t down in the boardroom having a meeting with all the other high muckity mucks at the factory. He was always going on about how he liked to be hands-on, liked to walk the factory floor like his dad did before him, but in my experience he always seemed to be in that stupid conference room when I came to visit. He was almost never out on the factory floor keeping an eye on things.

  I couldn’t very well go in and splay myself out on the conference room table. If Dan wasn’t in here that meant he’d be over there, and that meant the rest of his yes-men would also be in there having some sort of meeting talking about how much money they made or whatever it was they went over when they disappeared into that conference room. Dan had never asked me to join them so I had no idea. Either way, that conference table was off-limits.

  That left me with his desk.

  I walked around the desk and inspected it, looking for a spot where I could sit. No, this definitely wouldn’t do. He had too much stuff cluttering it. Then my eyes fell across the plush leather chair behind the desk. I smiled. That would do just fine.

  Of course the problem with sexy poses, the thing you never think of until you’re actually in the moment, is just how damn uncomfortable they are. I had a lot of respect for models, for what they did, for being able to hold the ridiculous contortionist fever dream poses of whatever photographer was torturing them at the moment. I leaned back in his chair with both legs up on his desk, my skirt riding up so my panties were clearly visible. So they’d really be visible to the first person who walked through the door.

  It made me wet thinking of that moment, thinking of my husband walking through the door and getting an eyeful, but the damn pose that would lead to that moment was making me uncomfortable. I was pretty sure my leg was falling asleep. I was starting to worry that I was going to have to take a breather, that he’d walk in on me when I was rubbing my legs and trying to get some feeling to return to them, when the door opened and Dan came bustling through.

  Followed by several of his yes-men. Oops!

  Dan had his head buried in some paperwork, no doubt something left over from his big important meeting that was more important than meeting his wife on time for lunch like he’d promised this morning, and he didn’t even notice me sitting at his desk. Typical. The yes-men, though, they certainly noticed. They stopped and stared. One of them was younger, looked like he was barely out of college, and another one looked like he might be in his 40s. Both stopped. Both stared. Both were clearly looking at that spot in between my legs where my panties were clearly visible.

  Dan looked up and his eyes widened. Then his face turned red. Whether from embarrassment or anger I couldn’t tell.

  I quickly scrambled to get up but that just made my dress ride up even more. And my leg was thoroughly asleep from that sexy pose so when I tried to stand I moved a little too quickly, I didn’t have enough control of my legs, and I went sailing headfirst onto the floor. Luckily this was one of the only spots in the factory where there was pl
ush carpeting so it didn’t exactly hurt too much when I took a spill, but I was still lying on the floor in front of my husband and a couple of his employees with my dress up above my ass and my body displayed for them to see.

  Dan turned to them and if anything his face grew even more red. Again, whether it was from anger or something else I couldn’t tell.

  “Get out,” he said.

  As soon as the door was closed behind him Dan turned to face me. He was still red. I braced myself for the yell. Braced myself for getting reamed about how this was a place of business or some other bullshit like that when all I wanted to do was surprise my husband and maybe have a little fun!

  Only the explosion never came. Instead his face cracked into a smile and then he was laughing. Laughing!

  “Did you see the look on their faces?” he asked, wiping a tear from his eye.

  All the tension that had been building in me as I watched him walk through the door with his coworkers immediately drained from my body. I even cracked a smile, started giggling a little bit.

  Of course it was only the tension of getting caught with my dress up over my ass and worrying that he might explode over it that drained away. I was still so turned on, so keyed up, so ready to go from my little encounter with the foreman downstairs that there was an entirely different kind of tension that was threatening to explode inside me if I didn’t get my husband to explode inside me. And soon! If anything that particular tension was only ratcheted up by seeing those other two guys staring at me, though they didn’t have quite the effect on me that Mike did.

  Dan eyed me up and down and that sent a thrill running through me. The way he was looking at me clearly indicated that he was hoping for a little afternoon fun as well. He glanced at his watch.

  “I’m sorry I forgot about our lunch date baby.”