“Of course, you don’t have to worry about any of this yet my dear, but just you wait until you’re my age. It’s like one day you wake up and someone has flipped a switch and nothing works the way it’s supposed to anymore. Your breasts have fallen down to your knees, you sweat like a pig, you have a permanent spare tire around your waist and ugh, don’t even get me started on the joys of sex after menopause.” I am quite certain that my jaw is on the floor and my eyes are as round as dinner plates. I have never in my life met anyone quite so obnoxious and so unaware of appropriate levels of sharing with strangers. On the other hand, I was supposed to know her already, just how well did I know her? Had she and Mrs. Lambert been good friends I wonder. If that were the case though, she would most certainly have seen her since this time last year.
As the woman continues to prattle on I finally catch Gideon’s eye and beg him to come and rescue me from the strangest person I have ever met in my life. He looks at the woman and then back at me with a smirk on his face and a knowing nod.
“Ahhh, Mrs. Dubois.” Finally Gideon comes to my rescue, sliding his arm around my waste. “It’s so very lovely to see you this evening, thank you for holding such an impressive event yet again!” She halts the intimate conversation as soon as Gideon approaches and flashes him a brilliant smile that is, undoubtedly, all caps or in the very least a good pair of dentures.
“Ah, Mr. Lambert, I was just telling your dear wife how much we missed her last year!” Gideon nods and I see a faint trace of disappointment flash across his face briefly before he nods.
“We certainly did, still, all better now aren’t you darling?” he turns to look at me with an adoring smile and for a moment I imagine what life as a true billionaire’s wife must be like, at least a well loved wife of a billionaire. I can’t help but wonder at what point his wife was no longer a well loved wife. What had she done to become the unloved wife? At what point did Gideon decide that she was no longer the wife he wanted or, worse yet, the wife he was going to get away with killing.
My train of thought is broken by the obnoxious laughter of the incredibly irritating Mrs. Dubois. As she laughed she made sure to settle her hand on Gideon’s forearm and I flash her a daring look as if to say ‘hands off my husband you bitch.’ She snatches back her hand with a brief smile and turns her attention to me again.
“We really should get together for tea one afternoon dear, I’d love to get some ideas for the next fundraiser and it would be lovely to catch up.” I can’t imagine that Mrs. Lambert had ever had any interest in any extracurriculars with Mrs. Dubois, simply because she was everything that a person couldn’t stand all rolled in to one. Still, I nod my head.
“That would be lovely, I’ll have to check my calendar of course but I’ll get back to you.” I wonder if she sees through my response, if it’s something she gets quite a lot. If it is she doesn’t seem to show it when she smiles and nods in acknowledgement.
“I’m sure you both will have a lovely time” Gideon says, rubbing his hand over my back. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal my wife away for a moment though, Mrs. Dubois. There is someone I would dearly like her to meet.” I feel relief take over my body as Mrs. Dubois nods and Gideon takes my hand in his and pulls me in to the company of the elderly couple he had been talking to.
“Of course you know Mrs. Lambert.” Gideon introduces me to the elderly couple, the woman with a large poof of grey hair and a string of pearls wrapped so tightly around her large neck that they look ready to pop off. I smile and offer my hand to her.
“Oh yes, of course. Lovely to see you again my dear, you do look well. I have been so worried about you since we didn’t see you here last year. Gideon said you hadn’t been feeling well. I told Howard you were probably just ditching it. God knows I would if I got the chance! Walking around a room full of stuffy old people or sitting at home with a box of chocolates and a nice brandy…I know which I’d rather have.” She flashes me a smile and a wink and I can’t help but laugh.
“I am very well thank you and it’s lovely to see you again.”
The gentleman, dressed in a generic tux and his silvering hair brushed neatly to the side extends his hand, takes mine and kisses it.
“It’s been a while since we last saw you; I take it you’re enjoying life on our side of the fence?” As he says this he gives his wife a wink and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.
“Oh Howard you’re incorrigible! Just because one has wealth does not mean that one is all that different from those who are less well off.” She speaks as though she has a large piece of hard candy in her mouth and she’s trying to prevent it from slipping down her throat and choking her to death. I wonder if Gideon choked his wife to death…
“You tell yourself that dear. I’d like to see you say that when you get served macaroni and cheese instead of that foie gras you love so much.” Her cheeks redden and she turns away from him, focusing her attentions on me.
“The joys of being married to an elitist!” she tuts as she shakes her head and her husband pretends not to notice as he dives in to political talk with Gideon. I feel so out of place and more than a little cornered, playing the part of the billionaire’s wife. “That’s a lovely dress my dear,” her fingers brush the bodice fabric of my waist, “once upon a time I had a figure as lovely as yours.” I watch her briefly reminisce and she lets her hand fall away from my dress. “Of course,” she says “that was before I met Howard and became a rich man’s wife; I’d never in my wildest dreams have been able to afford a dress so beautiful then!” I smile kindly and fight the urge to tell her that Gideon had been the one who purchased my dress and that I, in fact, had nothing but megastore brand clothes, department store jeans and discount rack shoes.
“I feel so very fortunate to have met Gideon,” I realize for a moment that I should have said ‘married’ rather than met but she doesn’t seem to notice.
“Ahh, young love.” She winks and laughs a throaty laugh, “just wait until you get to our age, then you’ll be hoping you kick off before he does so you don’t have to rattle around such a big house by yourself!”
“Well fortunately Gideon, that is he and I, have a Penthouse a few blocks from here so there’s not too much rattling to be done.”
“Oh really? Which building are you in? Howard and I contemplated buying in to that new Darcy project to downsize but I just can’t decide if downsizing is a good move for us.” Shit, I rack my brain trying to come up with the name of the building where Gideon lives and I can’t for the life of me remember what it is.
“It’s quite convenient really, right next to Gideon’s office and it’s so nice living in the middle of everything, we really don’t need a driver most of the time and I quite enjoy meandering around town while he’s in the office.” I shock myself with this little speech. I could get quite good at playing the billionaire’s wife.
“I’m not sure it’s for me though, I’m no spring chicken anymore! Heck, I’d still need the driver to take me a few buildings down!” I laugh with her and quickly try to think of something, anything to say to get me out of there.
“I’m ever so sorry but would you mind excusing me?” I lower my voice as I lean in.
“No, not at all!” With her dismissal I excuse myself to the bathroom just hoping for a moment’s respite from the exhausting job of being a billionaire’s wife. I don’t imagine that it would take too much work to play a billionaire with actual experience of being a billionaire. But being a billionaire without experience of anything even remotely approaching being a billionaire is a lot more work than one might think.
I lean against the cold wall in the bathroom stall and take in a moment of silence before the door opens and a couple of middle aged women walk in talking about the ‘handsome Mr. Lambert.’ I listen to them talking about how in their younger day they could have been Mrs. Lambert. They stand at the sink and I can hear them smacking their lips as they reapply their lipstick and reassure each other that they look just as good
as ever. Just before they leave I flush the toilet, more for appearance’s sake since I didn’t actually use it, and step out in to the main bathroom only to be greeted by their horrified faces.
“Oh, Mrs. Lambert!” They look at each other and then back at me and I smile kindly. “Oh my, I am so sorry, we just…” I feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I confront the two women who were coveting my supposed husband.
“Ignore us, two middle aged women chattering about what could have been, that’s all we are” The one looks back to the other and they both laugh. “When you get to our age my dear it’s all about what could have been rather than what actually is.” They both give me one last smile before heading out of the door leaving me wondering just why all of these women are so incredibly unhappy with their lives. It would seem that my co-workers at Starbucks were more satisfied with their lot in life than most of the women in this room tonight. I wonder if I retain my position as the substitute Mrs. Lambert, will I turn in to one of these bitter old ladies too?
I wash my hands and as I grab a towel to dry them the bathroom door bursts open and Mrs. Dubois walks in. I flash her a quick nod and a smile and slip out of the door before she can corner me again. I weave through the tuxes and gorgeous gowns, looking for Gideon who is no longer standing where I left him. I stand on my tiptoes in an effort to look over all of the taller heads but from here they all look the same. I feel panic beginning to set in as I wonder whether I’ll actually ever find him again, at least before Mrs. Dubois comes back out of the bathroom and corners me once more. I start to feel like a child who has been lost in the shopping center and the panic wells leaving tears in the corners of my eyes.
“Ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention please?” A voice comes from a room across the hallway but echoes over the marble floor tiles. As it does, I feel someone grab my hand and pull me towards the direction of the microphone. Looking up I see Gideon, a smile on his face and he looks back at me briefly, squeezing my hand and flashing me a wink before pulling me through a large group of people and in to the main hallway.
We walk in to another large room filled with large round tables covered in crisp white tablecloths. Without hesitation Gideon takes me to the front of the room and pulls out a chair at one of the premier tables. Other people begin to file in to the room as well filling out tables as they found their place cards. I recognize just a few of the many faces I have met already, to me they all look the same but impressively Gideon seems to know every one of them, and their husbands or wives, by name. I look around the other place cards on our table to see if I recognize any names but none of those that I can see look familiar.
“Hey” I lean over to Gideon with a conspiratorial whisper, “who else is at our table?” He winks at me and slips his hand under the table, placing it on my bare knee.
“Don’t you worry about that, Mrs. Lambert.” As the words fall from his lips I am hit with a sudden urge to question him about my newly appointed position but I know that this is not the place or time to do it. He is going to owe me big for this one. As I make up my mind not to embarrass my billionaire lover, a handsome Puerto Rican man and his gorgeous wife seat themselves at our table with a smile. “Ah, Sebastian! It’s been a while my friend!” Gideon stands up and offers his hand, they shake and then he turns to the man’s wife, “and of course, the ever gorgeous Isabelle!” she gives him her hand and Gideon kisses it softly. I stand as Gideon re-introduces his “wife” who they should “remember meeting last time they got together.” Sebastian kisses my hand and Isabelle takes my hand with a quizzical look and nods. She knows. She has to know that she hasn’t met me before, but Sebastian shows no signs of confusion. We all take our seats and I feel Gideon’s hand settle back on my knee only this time it slides up to my thigh and I feel that familiar ache in the pit of my stomach as I remember that under this dress there are no panties.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all be seated…” A young man steps up to a podium on the stage, his voice as soft as melting butter but his words start to fade as I feel Gideon sliding his hand further up my thigh. He doesn’t stop even when another couple sits quietly at our table so as not to interrupt the young man at the podium. I look over to Gideon pleading him, not here, not now, but he takes it as a challenge and slides his fingers between my thighs. Despite the fact that we are in the front row of a room full of tables, at a table full of people and in full view of the young man at the podium, my body gives in and my legs spread as wide as the skirt which is now around my upper thighs, will allow. Gideon leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek before brushing his mouth against my ear.
“Perhaps, Mrs. Lambert, I should finish what I started earlier…” I feel a single finger slide inside me and I’m shocked by just how heightened my senses are. The fear of being caught, the thought of the forbidden, the idea of playing the billionaire wife, it’s all enough to quicken my pulse and leave my pussy soaking wet. I watch Gideon’s face as he turns to the podium feigning interest as the politician we’re here to support takes the stand. I can honestly say that I have no idea who he is or what he wants to achieve because for his entire speech, which lasted exactly one hour and twenty two minutes, I was focusing everything I had on not screaming out Gideon’s name and begging for more.
My pussy was soaking wet when Gideon started to tease me and by the time the speech was over my body ached for his cock between my legs. As the politician stood making his points, Gideon would tease me, bringing me to the edge, my dripping wet pussy sucking at his fingers and begging for release. Then, just as I was about to find that incredible release he would ease his finger out of me and flash me his best smile. There is most certainly something about this man and control. As the politician stepped off the stage with a round of applause another man, quite similar looking in most aspects, took the podium and started in on yet another speech. Gideon looks over to me as the man begins to speak and flashes that knowing smile once again. I feel his fingers sliding towards my pussy once more but knowing that I can’t take anymore I snap my thighs closed jolting his hand upwards so he hit the table. The thud as his knuckles hit the underneath of the table caught the attention of our tablemates and I smile politely, mouthing the word sorry before turning my attention back to the stage. Assuming that I had banged my knee against the table, the rest of our tablemates turn their attention back to the speaker as well. Gideon is the only one not watching the middle aged man on the stage, he is watching me. Even without looking I can tell that he is watching me because I feel his eyes burning in to me. I try not to smile but fail miserably.
For what feels like an eternity I feel Gideon’s eyes boring holes in to me before I look directly at him and give him a wink. He raises an eyebrow at me and as he does I let my hand slide up over his thigh this time. Two can play at this game. I feel his steely gaze crack and a smile picks up one corner of his mouth. Gideon turns his eyes to the stage and we both watch vacantly as the middle aged man prattles on about his opinions. Slowly I slide my hand up his thigh a little more until I come to the growing bulge between them. I can feel his cock straining against his pants and I contemplate for just a moment ‘dropping something’ so I can creep under the table and free his cock from his pants. This move as it turns out is completely unnecessary however, when Gideon repositions himself at the table, sliding one hand underneath the table and with a quick cough to disguise the sound, unzips his pants. Gideon puts his hand back above the table and we both continue watching the podium with glassy eyes.
I let my fingers creep up over the open zipper of his pants and to my surprise I already feel his bare naked flesh. I wasn’t the only one going commando tonight it seemed. With one smooth maneuver I slip his cock out of his pants and slide my hand up to the head of his dick. My finger slides over the tip and I hear Gideon take a sharp breath in as I slide my hand down slowly squeezing his cock as I do. It is at this moment that the middle aged man on stage gestures his hand to our table and a roaring round of applause t
akes up. All faces turn to Gideon who nods with an embarrassed smile, my hand stills and I feel Gideon’s hand come down under the table and quickly slip his hard cock inside his pants; as the applause still thunders he tugs on his zipper. We both wait in anticipation, unsure as to whether he was being beckoned on stage or just thanked for his contributions. Our question is soon answered when the man begins to speak again. Gideon shoots me a grin and I can’t help but grin right back.
Chapter Fourteen
Speaker after speaker take the stage and the afternoon drags on in to evening. By the time the stage has cleared Gideon is on a mission. Taking my hand in his he pulls me through the throngs of people gathering at the door. Pushing through them he heads for the main stairway which is roped off with this red velvet ropes. I’m hesitant to follow him but at the speed he’s moving, letting go of his hand will land me on my ass so I duck under the velvet rope and let him drag me up the stairs behind him.
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