【Vulnerable Housewife】(01) Author: wogansn

Author: wogansn
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It feels like yesterday; I will always remember that day, that
disastrous . It was a Friday morning two years ago, around 10 a.m. David called
home.

"Connie, I have some bad news."

"What happened?" I asked nervously.

"I've been fired. They call it permanent leave. Today they let 68 of us go.
Rumor has it that the company will lay off more people in other departments and branches next week," David said. His voice was
visibly trembling; the news had clearly shocked him.

"Oh, honey, that's a shame. Come home quickly, we'll talk when you get back," I tried to calm
myself , thinking of the right way to comfort him.

"Oh, no, we're going to get together at Legend before we go home," David added.
"There's some good news too; the company gave me three months' severance pay to tide us over until we find our next job
."

Legend was a local bar that David and his friends frequented.

“But David, don’t forget, it’s only 10 o’clock, Legends isn’t open yet, let’s go home!” I
pleaded .

“I still need to pack my things, and then I need to sign some paperwork for the severance pay check. Legends
opens at 11, I won’t be there before 11. Oh, and I also need to return the company car, come pick me up at
the bar . I’ll call you before I get back.”

“How are you going to get to Legends if you return the company car?” I asked.

“Stuart will take us there, he said he’ll pay for the first three rickshaw ride at the bar.”

Stuart is David’s boss and also his good friend. They’ve known each other since college. I wanted to fire
my friend, and Stuart must be very upset about it.

“Okay, call me before you get back.”

Four hours later, I still hadn’t received a call from David. I was worried about him, so I decided to go to the bar
to check .

As soon as I entered Legends, I saw them, a group of drunken, cursing guys, in a corner of the bar’s backyard.

David and his friends had pushed three tables together. They had already drunk at least 12 to 14 bottles of liquor.
They were yelling and cursing, "Damn Saudi Arabia fucked America's ass!" because they'd driven oil prices so low.

They were drinking and masturbating, seemingly on the verge of losing control.

It took me a while to persuade David to leave his friends and go home with me.

Looking back over the past two years, I've reflected on how my life changed. I can say with certainty
that my life changed on that Friday in August 2014.

I was 26, my husband was 28, we'd been married for six years, and we lived in
Lafitte .

By any standard, I was attractive. Long blond hair, big, bright
green eyes. Full lips and a captivating smile. 5'10" tall with long, shapely legs. A not-too-large
but alluring bust, combined with a slender figure, often led people to mistake me for a model.

I admit, I thoroughly enjoyed the envious glances others gave me. I never considered betraying my
husband, but I was aware of my attractiveness to others, and even some people's desire for my body. We got married

while we were studying at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge, Louisiana
. After graduating in 2011, David returned with me to my hometown of
Lafitte, . There, David found a job at an oilfield services company.

He quickly rose through the ranks to become an engineer. The hours were long and he traveled frequently, but
the pay was excellent.

David's job allowed us to enjoy a comfortable life. We bought our
first .

David's job required him to travel often, frequently stationed at oil wells or drilling platforms off the Gulf Coast
, or navigating the treacherous tributaries of the Louisiana River.
We could only be together when David was away.

In the short term, our finances were very secure. Although we spent little time together, and although it
wasn't perfect, we tried our best to understand each other and nurture our marriage. But by 2014, the energy sector began to decline. Global oil prices plummeted

from $100 a barrel to less than $35 a barrel.
Downsizing, restructuring, mandatory retirements, and even layoffs began to spread
throughout the industry.

David and I saw our relatives and friends constantly affected by the industry downturn, so we weren't too surprised when this
shock hit us.

I was worried when David went on "permanent leave." But the news devastated him.

David immediately started looking for work again, again, hoping for engineering jobs. However, due to low oil prices
, the entire industry was in a slump. His hopes dwindled until they were dashed. In this economic climate, it was incredibly difficult
for my husband, a young engineer with only a few years of experience, to find work.

David and I both realized that if we wanted to keep our house, I had to get back to work, and
as soon as possible.

Luckily, I found a job as a full-time secretary to Tom. Tom is the president and largest shareholder of a company that manufactures specialty chemicals for offshore oil companies
in southern Louisiana and the Gulf Coast.

Tom founded the company about 30 years ago and has a small but very loyal team.

Tom isn't just the president and largest shareholder; he's also a close friend of my family.
I've known him since I was a little girl. About six or seven years ago, Tom's wife
passed away from ovarian cancer, and our whole family attended the funeral.

To be honest, I got this job mainly because of my father's personal relationship with Tom,
not my limited secretarial skills.

Even so, I'm determined to work hard and learn business skills as quickly as possible so that Tom will never
regret giving me this opportunity. Of course, my current income is much less than David's as an engineer in the oil field. But if...
If we use our money frugally, it's still enough for our essential expenses and mortgage payments.

In the months following his unemployment, I noticed David gradually lost hope of finding another engineering job, and
I felt so helpless when he started drinking heavily. He slowly developed a habit of drinking in the afternoon,
often "drunk" by the time I finished work at 6 pm.

I tried to discuss his drinking problem with him, but he was very resistant, always saying he'd only had a
little beer and hoping I could give him some space.

I understood the reason for David's despair. I even tried to have a drink with him, but
communicating with him during this time was extremely difficult. Our sex life was practically nonexistent.

Although it was heartbreaking to see my husband wallowing in self-pity and depression, I began to truly enjoy
working with Tom. Tom was considerate, humorous, witty, and charming.

Tom, 52, was a very attractive and capable man, very appealing to younger women.
He maintained a very good physique through long-term exercise.

I was curious because I'd never seen him on a date; he should be able to win over any woman.

Through some small jokes and harmless flirting, we developed a
relatively . Because he'd known me since childhood and was a good friend of my father, I trusted him completely
and felt safe around him. So, I would occasionally make flirtatious jokes with him, jokes that I shouldn't have.

Tom never did anything excessive or inappropriate with me, but I could deeply sense that he
enjoyed seeing me and spending time with me. He often said, "If I were 20 years younger, your husband wouldn't have
a chance."

I would retort in a different flirtatious way, "My husband hasn't touched me this month.
If interested in me, age isn't a problem."

A week before Christmas 2015, Tom returned to his office, visibly agitated. I followed him
into his office and asked, "What happened, Tom?"

He was uncharacteristically short and rude, yelling at me, "What is it?"

Then he immediately changed his tone, saying, "I'm sorry, Connie. I'm so angry, I feel like I'm
about to collapse."

"Who upset you? Hopefully not me?"

"No, not you. On the contrary, you're a ray of sunshine for me here."

"Then what happened?" "

That damn purchasing manager from Gulf State Energy. He wants us to
cut . He says oil prices are too low right now, and they have to cut costs. You know, Connie,
we can't accept that price, and we can't lose this customer. He's one of our biggest clients. But
he didn't even give me a chance to explain." Tom complained. It sounded more like he was explaining to himself than to me.

"It's so upsetting to encounter something like this. I see every industry is trying to cut costs right now, right?" I
tried to respond to Tom in a supportive tone.

"I know these guys are under a lot of cost pressure just like us, but they don't realize their
price is too low; we simply can't afford it."

"They should know, I mean, no company can accept this price,
right?" I asked, trying to embellish my words.

"It's hard to say. Some companies control costs by diluting their products with water. The guys at the state company
don't care about that. Instead, they'll claim they've saved a huge amount of money."

Tom had never shown such frustration and anxiety in front of me before, even a little fear.

Besides, Tom's last words brought me back to reality. If he lost this deal, he'd start
laying off staff and I'd probably lose my job too. David was already unemployed. I needed this job; I needed it so badly.

"Tom, is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, really. Tomorrow I'll go to New Orleans to try and talk to the company's technical staff,
hoping they can understand that driving down prices is harmful to both sides. I also plan to treat their purchasing manager to dinner
and then have some drinks tonight. Hopefully, I can pull a rabbit out of a hat (a metaphor for something unexpected) and keep
the order."

Tom sounded very unsure about keeping the order.

"Why don't you take me with you?"

"Are you kidding me? We're going to be there all day and overnight. To be honest, Connie, tomorrow's meeting with the tech
guys is very professional, but the dinner and cocktail party tonight will probably be a bit less formal. I know these
guys; I'll probably take them to a strip club or something worse."

"Tom, I'm not a saintly nun. I've been to Carnival and seen plenty of
slutty things in the French-speaking world. I can control myself, and I can be very persuasive and seductive if I want to.
Don't , my job is tied to your company."

Tom still asked uncertainly, "What will your husband say?"

"Oh, I even doubt he noticed I didn't come home. He drank beer all night until
he passed out on the sofa." I didn't mean it; I was just being blunt.

"Ha. That's not a good thing he's doing!"

"Yes, I'm very disappointed in him. He's been wallowing in self-pity these days."

"Don't put too much pressure on him. Unemployment is painful."

"I know, Tom, so you need to understand that we're all in the same boat now. Let me help you convince
these guys to continue doing business with us and to keep some profit for us too."

Tom finally agreed to go on the business trip with him to try our luck.

After dinner that evening, I explained the current situation to David. I told him that we were very likely
to lose this order, and without it, I would be unemployed. To my delight, David not only understood
that I had to go on the business trip with Tom, but he was actually very supportive.

"Connie, you have to understand these guys in the oil field. They want you to joke around with them
, even flirt a little. They might use some vulgar language or suggestive double entendres, but
they 'll know their limits. Don't feel offended. You can tease them appropriately to make them more interested,"
David instructed me.

"I understand, flirting, but keep it within reasonable limits. I think I
can handle these guys for one night."

"I'll invite some friends over to play cards tonight while you're away," David said, indicating he genuinely didn't mind
my business trip.

"

Don't break anything," I reminded David.

The next morning, Tom and I met at the office and headed straight to the airport for our 8:30 AM flight to
New Orleans .

I wore a navy blue business suit with a white shirt and blue slip
-on shoes.

"You look very professional and beautiful," Tom complimented me.

"Thanks. I've prepared some sexy outfits for tonight's entertainment, but I think
I should dress more formally for the meeting at the office this afternoon."

"Good plan. What are you planning to wear tonight?"

"You'll find out then; I want to surprise you. But I think you'll like it."

We checked into the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, just a block away from the famous 10-13 nightclub on Bourbon Street.
Tom and I both stayed on the 11th floor, our rooms next to each other. We dropped off our luggage and headed straight to Canal Street
for a lunch meeting with the engineering team overseeing our company's chemical procurement.

Their discussion was highly technical, most of which I couldn't understand. However, I noticed that Tom and these
young people were very active in their conversations, and Tom seemed incredibly energetic. Those engineers, whom I initially thought would be dull, were actually
quite interesting.

That's when I first understood that old joke: how do you tell if the person you're with in an elevator is an
extroverted engineer? The answer is, they're staring at your shoes, not their own.

These guys were socially awkward, but experts in chemistry.

Most of their discussion was beyond my comprehension, but it wasn't a problem for Tom; he
effortlessly answered all the engineers' questions. I listened to them discuss
technical terms like adsorption, film lifetime, compression ratio, emulsification trends, and so on, most of which I didn't fully understand. That's when I realized
I still had a lot to learn in this industry.

I must admit, I found Tom's knowledge, confidence, demeanor, and charm very attractive, even
sexy . Suddenly, I realized he was a truly attractive 52-year-old man. I don't know
why I had never really noticed how handsome he was before.

On the way back to the hotel, I couldn't stop praising Tom. “You’re really playing with fire. You’ve got a great way of dealing with these engineers. You’re so good

at your job .” “Yes, Connie, I’ve been in this business for a long time and I know it inside and out.” He replied confidently but without arrogance. “Looks like they’re not going to change suppliers.” I said. “Connie, not yet. While getting these guys on our side is crucial. If they’re not on our side, we’re doomed, but these guys don’t have the final say. The purchasing department has the final say. It’s a messed-up system, but that’s the rule.” “Well, I think I’ll convince the guy in purchasing that he can’t live without us, huh?” “If you can do that, I’ll make you their account manager!” Tom joked. At 6:15 p.m., Tom knocked on my door in the room next to ours. I opened the door to let him in. Then I fumbled behind my back trying to put on my pearl necklace. “Tom, can you help me?” I said, lifting my long blonde hair and turning my back to Tom. “Sure,” Tom said as he helped me put on the necklace. “I’ll just put on my shoes,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed tying my heels. “How do I look?” I asked, hoping for a compliment. I knew I looked good . I stood in front of Tom, who looked me up and down. I was wearing a low-cut evening gown, and I slowly twirled in front of him, showing off my model figure. “My God, Connie, you look amazing.” I looked at myself in the mirror and had to agree. The dress was perfect for highlighting my slender, tall figure. The pearl necklace between my collarbones added a touch of classic beauty. It accentuated my cleavage and thighs to attract men’s attention, but without looking vulgar or obscene. “Honestly, you’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen.” I felt myself blushing. “Thank you, though that’s not really true.” “Really, I assure you, it really is.” As we walked through the lobby toward the doorman, I took Tom’s arm. Tom’s Audi was waiting for us there. Soon, before seven o’clock, we arrived at Emory Seafood House. A handsome man in his forties was already seated at our table. Tom introduced me as Don. Don stood up, shook my hand, and greeted me warmly. For the next two hours, we chatted, drank, and ate. I ordered swordfish. The two men ordered stuffed halibut. Don drank Scotch whisky and quickly became a little tipsy. I had three glasses of Chardonnay (a dry white wine) with my meal. I started pretending to be drunk, when I was actually fine. Don was very charming, but only 5 feet 10 inches tall (1.77 meters is considered short; how would I survive in America?). I was probably an inch taller than him. In heels, I was a giant next to him. Conversely, Don didn't seem to mind that I was so much taller. Of course, I was very confident in my attractiveness to men. I soon discovered that Don was very interested in me, even a little aroused. Nevertheless, I joked with him, pretending to be very interested in every flirtation he made. I laughed out loud at every joke he told . And I kept touching his arm or thigh. He was completely attracted to me . After dinner, I decided I needed some time to prove to Don that he really needed us as his company's main chemical supplier. "Could we find somewhere for a bedtime drink? I haven't met two such charming men in over a year . I'd like to dance." "Where do you stay?" Don asked. "The Ritz-Carlton, near the 4th arrondissement." "My favorite dance bar is 'Napoleon's Desire,' about two or three blocks from the Ritz."

"Okay, I'll go. But I need two handsome guys to dance with me, at least once each. It's settled then ,
" I said, placing my hand on Tang's thigh.

"Okay, but I can't stay too late, or my wife will be furious," Tang replied.

This was a good sign, meaning I could flirt with him further without worrying about him
forcing me to go back to the hotel with him for the night.

Tang followed me and Tom to the Ritz parking lot. We walked along Bourbon Street to Sixth Street. I
grabbed their arms and walked between Tom and Tang.

We went into Napoleon Desire Bar and found a table near the small dance floor. Tang ordered a
Scotch whisky; he'd already had six today. Tom opted for draft beer. I ordered my favorite
mojito (a traditional Cuban cocktail).

Three jazz bands were playing. (New Orleans has a lot of jazz.)

"Alright, guys, who wants to dance with me first?"

Tang jumped up and pulled me onto the small dance floor.

I wrapped my arms around Tang's neck and pressed my body against him. As I stroked the back of his head and pressed my chest against his
face, I could feel his hard penis pressing against my thigh.

His hands roamed over my back and sides, searching for an opportunity to caress my breasts. I
lowered my whispered in his ear, "You dance so well. If I weren't married, I'd definitely want you to spend the night with me."

His penis began to throb rhythmically on my thigh.

One song ended, and the second began. His hands slid down to my shapely, round buttocks. I let out a soft moan as his hands
squeezed my buttocks. He continued to rub his penis against my thigh.

As the third song ended, I whispered in his ear, "I have to sit down. You made me feel so good.
Thank you for dancing with me, it felt amazing."

Don replied, "I enjoyed it too."

My hand slid down his thigh, my fingers gently grasping his throbbing erection, and I said shyly,
"I know, I know you enjoyed this."

Don turned to Tom and said, "Next time you come to New Orleans, you must bring this little beauty with you."

"No problem, Don. If we have another chance to do business, I'll have Connie as your account manager."

"It's a deal, let's continue doing business."

"Okay, Don, it's not that simple. I can't lower the price by 22% as you demand. My
profit margin is only 14%." Tom answered honestly.

"Okay, how much can you lower it? You know the cost pressures we're currently facing. To be honest, how much can you lower it
at most ?"

Tom sat down and thought carefully for a few minutes before answering. “How about this, I’ll cut my profits in half
until . That means I’ll supply you at a 7% discount starting in January.”

I placed my hand on Don’s thigh, waiting for his reply. “Okay, I’ll accept the 7% discount. But you should
know, I absolutely won’t accept this price until you introduce me to this beautiful lady.”

“I know,” Tom replied. “But you should know, you can flirt with her, dance,
even take advantage of her. But I’m not a pimp. She’s a good girl, married, and we’re
completely innocent.”

“Oh, I know, but she’s a good dance partner.”

“That puts my mind at ease.”

I thoroughly enjoyed hearing Tom and Don discuss how charming I was. But my bladder told me I needed to go
to the toilet .

“Gentlemen, could I have a moment? This young lady needs to pee.” I
said in a low, sexy, girlish voice.

Don laughed loudly, “Okay, my water pressure is high too, let’s go together.”

Don kept his hand on my slender back as he led me toward the back of the bar. The restroom
was at the end of the porch. The restroom doors were marked "concave" and "convex" to distinguish between men's and women's.

"Connie, if I weren't infatuated with you, I would never have agreed to Tom's proposal."

"Ah, it's so nice to hear you say that. But you have to understand, you really made
the most accurate decision for your company. No company can offer you a better product at Tom's price.
Tom would never lie to you, like agreeing to a price reduction but diluting the product with water. Other companies are
a different story ."

"You know what? You're not only beautiful, but also incredibly smart. And I agree with you,
Tom is a good and honest man."

Tang's comments made me feel really good. I realized I had made a
real . Suddenly, Tang seemed less arrogant. In fact, he seemed quite charming at that moment.

"Come here," I said, taking Tang's hand. I led him down the corridor to a secluded spot.
"It's a truly wonderful night."

I kissed Tang deeply on the lips, and Tang began to kiss me back. I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast
. I opened my mouth and kissed Tang's tongue. Tang gently stroked my nipple.

I groaned as we French kissed for a minute or two in this secluded spot. I could feel his
penis throbbing against my thigh.

I stopped kissing and hugged him, and he continued to gently rub my already hard nipples.

"If I weren't married—no—I should say, if I didn't have a husband at home, I certainly wouldn't let you go back to your wife
tonight . We'd better go back before Tom sees us. I
don't think he'll agree if he catches us here. But if you can leave your wife behind,
hopefully we can go further next time. Okay?" I teased. Before I could remove his
hand, I pressed it hard against my breast. "I need to pee, see you at the table later."

I was quite surprised at how wet my panties were. I just wanted to flirt with our biggest client,
but he seemed to really get me going.

When I returned to the table, I found someone had ordered me another mojito. Normally I can't drink five,
but these past few days we'd been walking and hadn't had to drive back to the hotel. This slightly tipsy feeling felt great.

I sipped my drink slowly, listening to Tom and Don cursing each other about how tough business was. They seemed
like truly like-minded friends.

After a few minutes of banter, Tang said, "It's past 10 o'clock, I have to go home. If I
'm not home by 10, my wife won't believe I'm still doing business."

We walked back to the hotel. Tom and I waited with Tang for the valet to retrieve his car.

Tang and Tom shook hands goodbye. He gave me a hug and then quickly kissed me on the lips.
It was a deep kiss, not the French kisses we'd seen in the dark of a bar. Tang and I were both a little reserved when Tom was around
.

"Thanks again, Connie, for giving me a wonderful night. Promise to come see me soon."

"I promise."

"Goodnight, I have to go home right away and wake up my wife to let loose."

I said with a smile, "Okay, make sure she's satisfied."

"I always make her satisfied, always make her satisfied." Before giving the valet a tip, he leaned in and
whispered in my ear, "But I think I'll be thinking about you all night."

I took Tom's arm, and he escorted me through the hotel lobby like a knight in shining armor.
After he said gratefully to me.

"Connie, I don't know how to thank you enough. You saved the company tonight."

"I'm glad I did it. Actually, I didn't do much, just flirted with him, made
him like a Don Juan, and let someone touch me a little while we were dancing."

"No, that's enough. I was really worried about losing the deal. But when I saw you
dancing with him on the dance floor, I was worried you'd get pressured and take things further, and I didn't want you to sacrifice
too much."

"Tom, let me tell you, I can convince him. I know how to seduce him to that point and then
extricate in time. I'll keep him under control."

Tom nodded with a smile.

He escorted me back to the door and watched me enter the room.

Once inside, I noticed the door connecting our two rooms was open. I could clearly
see Tom's room through the open door.

I heard him enter the room and stand before the open door, saying, "I think I should close this door, huh?"

I took a deep breath. When I said, "You can leave it open if you want," I could
hear my heart pounding in my chest.

I blushed deeply for my impulsive act. Tom is my boss, a friend of my father's. I'm a married
woman. What am I thinking?

"You want me to keep it on?" Tom asked nervously. He wanted to make sure I'd said something.

Maybe it was the three cups of chauvinista and two mojitos, or maybe it was because my husband hadn't touched
me in three months, but I was deeply attracted to Tom. I didn't want the night to end like this. I didn't want to be alone.

"Remember? You still owe me a dance."

He replied with a smile, "Of course I remember."

I turned on the TV and found a music channel. Tom cleared a small area in the room to serve as our
dance floor.

He took off his coat, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

Tom was a tall, imposing man. Even in heels, he was several feet taller than me.
The graying hair at his temples accentuated his angular features. I felt a mature masculine charm. His
achievements, judgment, and knowledge made me want to open my heart to him.

I couldn't deny that he and my father were familiar with each other, but at this special moment, that relationship brought
us closer. It made me trust him even more. I felt I could give myself to him without any regrets. He would
never betray me or hurt me. More importantly, at this moment, I knew he wouldn't reject me.

I pulled Tom to the small dance floor he had cleared out, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I really admire how you handled things today. I loved how you interacted with the engineers. And
your social skills with Don tonight. In other words, I think you're incredibly sexy," I said honestly.

"Connie, you deserve all the praise. You're the one who got Don; I just reaped the rewards."

"Haha, we were a perfect team today!"

"Absolutely," Tom said, holding me gently.

I loved how I felt, not at all unpleasant or uneasy. While dancing, Tom
held me close, looking into my eyes. I loved the sense of security in his arms.

Subconsciously, I was certain. Tom wouldn't force me or push me for sex. I felt he
would do what I wanted. I wanted

to take that step, and I wasn't sure. I was, after all, a married woman. Although my marriage
wasn't perfect, I had never cheated on David before. Did I really want to take that step?

I didn't want to make any decisions right now. I know I want to be with Tom tonight. To hold each other. But
going further... well, that's up to fate.

The idea of just staying in his arms all night is childish. It's unrealistic to uphold my marital
vows while allowing Tom to stay in my bed. Instead,
the thought of dancing with him until dawn is silly.

But his touch is so intoxicating. We've been holding and caressing each other for so long, and I want more.

Stay tuned for Chapter Two: I Invite Tom to Share My Bed

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