Chapter 1

 

Applying just a hint of makeup, a little red lipstick, not very much as Richard always liked the girl next door type and even though he would never let himself admit it just yet, she knew he saw her as the ultimate personification of that.

Not tonight when months of planning are coming to a head in only a few minutes and it all will be paid off.

Finding a bottle of Opium perfume on the dressing table she put on just enough at her neck, her wrists, her legs and yes can't forget those gorgeous breasts. She knows he will not forget them after tonight, Sarah thinks as she smiles.

Every day she had put a little different scent on the wife. Just a little to see what would work.

Richard had tried to please Linda. Cars, boats, vacations, houses, furs, jewels, all to make her happy while she ignores him.

Sarah had taken note.

She didn't ignore Richard.

Watching, noting which scents seem to perk him up even more than normal. Honing in on just what scent he would fall deepest for. Funny part is that she even tried this very scent for a week on the wife, and she never even saw he was even more of a puppy than normal. He begged her for sex and she had no time for him. Social climbing and charity lunches and friends were just too pressing to stop and give her lil husband a morsel of affection.

Linda would not give him a crumb of passion, but in a few hours he would be eating at the Sarah buffet, she thought. She pondered how fitting that the scent that he "chose" was Opium. Opium, a highly addictive drug that numbs and stupefies. "Just like me" she thought as she sprayed a little extra on.

"Speaking of the Sarah buffet..." she said to herself, smiling and seductively almost growling as she did. She put a few drops on two fingers on one hand. Using the other hand to gently part the split in her dress, she dabbed them on her very high inner thigh. "He will be down there a bit tonight. Might as well use that occasion to pull him in deeper." She quipped to her reflection as she smiled.

But Linda was just so blind. Her sense of smell must be gone too, I guess, she thought. What woman is wearing different perfume every day and never even catches on? What woman never notices as for months someone switches out scent after scent from her dressing table, the same one Sarah sat at now.

Who misses that?

The same woman that has a husband fill a foyer with roses on their anniversary and just walks past them saying she had a hard day and could not be bothered. The same wife that has a husband that knows her favorite movie is Gone With The Wind and he designs and has made a full Rhett Butler costume, meets her at the door on her birthday only to be told to take the silly thing off and stop being an ass. She never even saw the Scarlet O'Hara dress he had made for her..... "I don't know nothin about keeping no man missy" Sarah thought as she watched from her room. Thinking about this all made her smile even more as she prepared.

"Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly" she murmured and laughed as she considered that the amusing part is that like many wives, Linda had spun most of the web of her own destruction, the one Sarah will use to trap her husband.

But Sarah couldn't give away all the credit.

First, having the mail man give her the mail every day directly so she could hide few key bills. That argument the night Richard came home after having the Black Amex declined at the dinner for the client he had courted for years was a true barn burner. And it did not help the case when he came home the bill was in a basket in her home office looking like it was just ignored. "She really should lock that office door" Sarah giggled as she placed on the diamond necklace Richard got her as a gift for her ideas on how to win the client back. Little did he know she simply had fucked the client numb. When she was done, the poor man practically signed his entire company over to Richard by mistake he was in such an altered state.

The drunken scene Linda made at his Man of the Year award dinner didn't hurt Sarah's case either. "I only had 2 glasses of wine!", Sarah remembered her pleading as they talked the next morning. Begging and crying as Sarah took the children to the park and for pancakes. Richard scornfully not believing her, having no idea that the vitamins Linda took every day had been replaced that morning with a mild over-the-counter sedative. Harmless enough really, a child's dosage, until you drink alcohol and it makes 2 glasses a wine hit you like a gallon of vodka!

This and all the other little ways that Sarah had made Linda less the woman Richard once adored flashed through her mind as she fixed her hair perfectly.

Sarah had certainly engineered a few foul ups for Linda. But Linda had a few on her own. Like the time Richard asked her to accompany him to a business dinner with a new client from China. The client had requested that Richard bring his wife. The client thought a brother's wife said a great deal about him. Linda ran into an old friend outside the restaurant as she waited for Richard. Linda began saying that she had to be dragged to the dinner and complained she has better things to do than meet Richard's latest "Charlie Chan client". The client's wife was standing around the corner of the building and heard it all.

Sitting at the vanity in the Master bedroom, her eye caught a picture of Linda. "Lady, if you only knew. A man like Richard is a real find." As she sat there, she thought of how unique Richard was. Cute in a teddy bear way. He was a multi-billionaire who made the cover of Fortune a few times, yet still a regular guy. The fact that he had all this money and Sarah was the only domestic help he ever hired spoke to how down to earth he was. She questioned that at first, thinking it could be him just being cheap. But the more she came to know Richard, the more she saw it was just him wanting his house to be like any other house.

Despite his success, he had not changed all that much. He was still somewhat insecure from all that high school and college rejection watching other guys get girls. He watched as boys he was smarter than, more loving than, more tender-hearted than got the girls he liked. He was the "friend" and they got the girl. He worked the coatroom at the Prom while watching boys with not half his brains and a quarter of his loving heart danced with girls they could not care less about but that he would have made into queens. He watched girls he would move mountains for, get cheated on, and it ate him up.

Then he meets Linda at some event and marries her just as his climb to the top begins. A climb that now had made him a rich and successful man. Picking up the picture she looks at Linda's image and scoffs "Funny thing is your father saw him as a dreamer, a loser, that would never succeed. He wanted you to get him to sign a prenup!"

"Yes, Linda, I may have made sure Richard soured of you, but you planted the lemon tree and fertilized it with your every move." She scowled as she looked at the photo. "OK, maybe I watered it a bit." she quipped.

"More than all his wealth and success, Linda, you had a real man. You had a man that was a loving husband and devoted dad, who would kill for anyone in his family, loyal, loving, devoted, and rich and....." Putting the framed picture on the vanity again, looking at it with disdain. "On second thought ..." pushing it off the vanity into a waiting trash can. "You always did complain I never cleaned this room. There is my head start." She snarled and laughed as she looked at the frame sitting in the can.

Looking at the clock, seeing he was probably home any minute, she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Adjusting the black , backless low cut Vera Wang custom made dress, the gold bracelet, the emerald anklet, the Safire earrings all purchased with the credit cards Richard trusted her with, feeling the 3" stilettos making her stockinged legs tight and toned.

She added, "and in a mere few hours he will be mine, my lil billionaire . And this wife plans to make sure he knows she appreciates being worshiped," she seductively added.

Passing the rooms of the sleeping children, she sighs. She thought back about the path that led her here. She answered that ad and joined the agency that placed nannies. She needed a break from grad school and her work as a Domme for a bit. She would care for some kids, enjoy the good life a bit under the roof of some rich family, and after a year or so she would return to finish her PhD. Maybe even find a few interesting ideas for stories for her budding writing career.