Emma's Journey (fm:slut wife, 10460 words)

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"Hello, I am back," Emma shouted when she came home.

"Hey, you're home early," Greg said surprised, and went to the door to draw her into a close hug.

As usual, she was dressed very sharply in a dark grey business dress with a skirt and jacket. The blue stripes of her blouse matched her bright blue eyes. She had her blonde hair up in a bun.

"Yes, we have prepared everything for the big presentation tomorrow, and I sent the team home early so they can rest. Tomorrow will be a long day at the trade show with the product launch party."

Greg felt how tense Emma was. "I can sense your nervousness. You need a massage."

"That sounds great, but before that, I need some food. I am starving. With all the meetings today, I didn't manage to eat anything except for a bagel during the morning team meeting. Can we order from Luigi's? I could go for the linguini with salmon."

"Sure, let me make the call. Do you want to open the wine bottle? It is in the fridge."

Thirty minutes later, the food arrived, and they sat down to eat.

"How was your day?" Emma asked Greg when they had put their food onto their plates.

"It was actually rather successful. We managed to win a pitch for a big loan, which I did not really expect, to be honest."

"Congratulations!" Emma exclaimed. "As usual, you are too modest. I am not surprised that you got the deal because I know how good you are."

"Thank you," Greg said and leant over to kiss Emma. "And I know how good you are, so I do not doubt that you will be successful tomorrow as well."

Emma did not look convinced. "I don't know, I have a bad feeling."

"Why would that be?" Greg asked, surprised. Emma was usually very self-confident.

"If I am not successful tomorrow, the whole company will be in jeopardy. As you know, I have convinced my boss to push the board to develop the new software suite and said that I can sell it. With the slowdown in the industry, I am no longer sure that our existing customers will buy the new software.

Therefore, I need to sell it to this large company that currently uses the software of our main competitor. They are currently deciding whether they should stay with their current software or buy a new one. Only if I secure the deal with them tomorrow I can save our company and my job."

"That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Greg tried an encouraging smile, but Emma looked anxious.

He got up, went to Emma, and took her into her arms. "I promised you a massage and I think you need a distraction." With that, he kissed Emma.

She was at first not very responsive, but when he started to unravel her bun, let her hair down, and slowly massage her scalp, she relaxed a bit.

She kissed him back and twirled her tongue around his. His hands wandered slowly over her shoulders down her back. She enjoyed the sensation from his caresses and hummed softly. He broke the kiss, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom.

"Let's get rid of your blouse." Greg opened the buttons of her blouse

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Ann Stinson writes Fri 29 Aug 2025 14:42:

Nicely done! Look forward to the next chapters. AS

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