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THE SUBSTITUTE HOUSEWIFE
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A young guy is forced to take the place of his boss's wife.
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I suppose this is all my own doing really.

I had been working as Mr. Owen's assistant for 6 months now. I loved the
job he was a nice guy. Very generous to his staff and if the company was
doing well we all got bonuses. Yes, Owen tech was going places. My dream
of buying a narrow boat and living free on the canals of Britain could
be realized before I was too old to enjoy it.

I had only been with the company a month when we had a fancy dress
Christmas office party. I was persuaded by a couple of the temps to go
as a milkmaid. There were seven women in the office and they were one
short for "Eight maids a-milking". When I got to Shirley's house and saw
the outfit I nearly backed out. It was a milk maid's outfit from a porn
fetish version of the song. The skirt barely covered my backside.

They insisted I wore the black stockings and frilly blue and white
knickers that went with the outfit. I protested a little, but being a
closet crossdresser I was secretly loving it. I had to tuck myself back
between my legs and pull my knickers up tight to avoid tenting my puffy,
petticoated skirt.

In my borrowed heels I tottered out to the minibus with the rest of the
girls. Women are such a bunch of perverts when they get together without
men. They forgot I was a man and carried on like I was one of the girls.
I think most of them were half cut before we reached the party.

When we reached the party at Mr. Owen's house I met his wife for the
first time. She was pretty and had a narrow face with a slightly crooked
nose, a little like mine. Instead of spoiling her, it made her look cute
and quirky. She seemed a little angry at having us at her house. Even I,
a fake woman could detect that.

An hour or so into the party the booze was flowing. I had been called
queer by the office asshole, been felt up by a couple of the guys, even
though they knew who I was. I was kind of enjoying myself. It was great
being able to crossdress with "permission". I was a good sport. I was
allowing the women to be "Eight maids a-milking".

An almost legless Shirley suggested we all grab guys and milk them. I
pretended to be horrified, but I was honestly so turned on by the drink,
the sexy feel of the knickers against my cock I considered it. I did not
think I was gay. I had only ever had sex with one girlfriend. I just
never really thought about sex much. I did have a drunken coupling with
a guy at uni. I enjoyed the sex, but it just did not seem right. Perhaps
I was fooling myself.

It never happened anyway. Two of the other maids dragged her off to the
kitchen to sober up. Mr. Owen announced we were all getting a £5000
Christmas bonus. He told us that the Yasimo Electronics Company deal was
almost signed. We would have a bumper year next year. I couldn't believe
it. That amount of money put me a little nearer my £100k target for my
dream narrow boat.

Shortly after I noticed Mr. Owen argue with his wife in the garden. She
slapped him and called him a "fucking idiot", and ran upstairs. I hoped
they would both be alright. It was Christmas after all. I never liked
Susan, his wife. She was meant to finalise the Yasimo contract, but she
got me to do everything. I had to use her email account to communicate
with Mr. Yasimo. Although it did give me a little thrill pretending to
be a woman talking to Mr. Yasimo.

He hit the whiskey hard after that. That's when it happened. I was
bending over to pick up a bottle some had knocked to the floor, I'm a
clean freak, I hate to see a mess. I was fully bent and my dress must
have ridden up exposing my lacy knickers. I felt two hands caress my
buttocks through the silky material.

My first reaction was to jump and shout. I didn't. It felt so bloody
good. The hands were softly massaging me.

"You love that don't you sexy girl?"

It was Mr. Owen! My boss was grouping me! What would he do when he found
out it was me?

"I always knew your sexy arse would look good in knickers Peter."

He gave me one final squeeze, then I stood up. My face was as red as a
beetroot. He knew he was grouping me, not one of the women.

"My wife is a bitch Peter. She hates me giving bonuses. She thinks I'm
an idiot. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"No Mr. Owen. I think you are a generous boss. A great boss who is loved
by his staff."

"Call me Ken. The way I see it my staff makes me money, and I share it
with them. I know you did all the work on the Yasimo contract, so I'm
giving you an extra £2k. She tried to tell me she did it. She wants me
to stop all the bonuses. Well, that bitch can go suck on a lemon.

"Thanks, Ken. I really appreciate it. It will go straight in my narrow
boat. fund. Happy Christmas."

"It's good to have a dream, Peter. Stick with it. I had a dream once. I
was in love with a guy when I was at Oxford. We made plans to start our
own computer firm. Both our parents threatened to send us to a
"straight" camp. In the end we both married fucking horrible bitches. He
killed himself last week."

The whisky had dropped all his inhibitions. He should not be telling me
all this. He was really upset. I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms
around him and gave him a cuddle.

"It's alright Ken. You'll be OK."

Just then Susan walked in.

"That figures. I knew you'd find another fag. Queers like you two don't
appreciate real women."

Ken pulled away from me and faced her.

"If you weren't spitting venom all the time perhaps I would. You can
fuck off and leave me alone."

"Yes, that's the only good idea you have had in years. Enjoy Christmas
alone faggot."

She stormed off.

"I'm so sorry Mr.. I mean Ken. That was my fault. I.."

"No Peter. That was a long time coming.

Christmas was uneventful for me as usual. I had few friends and no
family. I grew up in the foster care system. Some of the families sent
the odd card, most didn't. As an adult I realise many did it for the
money. They get between £450 to £1000 a week per child.

My basic one-room apartment was as bleak as usual. I watched TV and
browsed the web looking at narrow boats. I had £20k saved now. Another
£80k should get me a decent pre-owned boat. Then I would need money for
food. I could get solar panels and a wind generator for power. I dreamed
of the freedom I would have. There are now about 4,700 miles of
waterways in the UK. I wanted to see them all.

I didn't spend money on unnecessary things. All my money went into
saving. I would one day live my life on the gentle rivers of Britain.
That was all that mattered to me.

The first day back I walked into Ken's office, he was a mess. I could
see he had been crying.

"Mr Owen, whatever's the matter?"

"She's left me for good. She's left the country."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. But I didn't think you liked her that much. "

"I didn't. It's not that Peter. She has emptied out the company bank
account. She set up a sister company in India and transferred the money
to that. She has done the same to our joint account too. The company is
broke."

"But the Yasimo contract is worth nearly £30 million Ken. Surely we
still have that?"

I couldn't believe it was all over. We would all be out of work.

"That's the problem. I have enough money in my pension fund to keep the
company going for about six weeks. Mr. Yasimo wants to come over and
discuss the contract details with Sue."

"Well, I can do that. It was me that wrote it anyway."

"There lays the problem. First, he thought he was dealing with Sue. He
will take that as deception when he finds out it was you. Secondly, he
is a family man. Family is very important to him. If he finds my wife
ran off with all the company funds, he is likely to back out. Wouldn't you."

There was no way around this. We needed Susan here to keep the deal
alive. There had to be a way out of this for the sake of everyone at the
company.

Ken looked up at me. His red-rimmed eyes were wide, staring at me. He
was having a eureka moment.

"Unless we had a woman that knew the details of the contract intimately.
He has never seen Susan's face he doesn't know what she looks like."

"Ken, I'm the only one that knows the contract. None of the women here
have had anything to do with it."