Her Other Life – Cheating wife

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Oh, another thing I didn’t mention to Dave was how attractive John was. It wasn’t just because he was big, fit, and very good-looking. It was the aura of power and wealth he exuded. He oozed charisma. When he gave me a genuine smile, as he was shaking my hand in congratulations, I felt blessed. I couldn’t help noticing how soft his hands were compared to Dave’s.

Thus began my new career and John’s seduction of me.

Can you call it seduction when it was obvious what he had in mind? It certainly wasn’t subtle. He was always ‘innocently’ touching me, making sure I had fresh flowers on my desk, and complimenting me. As I was aware of it all, I managed to stay completely in control. I made sure to use the words, ‘Dave’ and ‘husband’ at least twice a day. If I did happen to be a clueless bimbo who’d fall for this crap, my new workmates would have clued me in. At least five of them mentioned John had a history and to watch out. I thanked them and let it be known I was smart enough to have spotted it myself. At the end of the first week, John took me to a clothes shop. As we would be travelling together, he wanted me to project the appropriate image. As he was paying, I ended up with slightly more revealing uniforms than I would have chosen for myself. I’m fairly sure it was a test when he offered to buy me some lingerie as well. I said no, of course.

Did I shut him down? No. Why not? For several reasons. The first being, I was on probation and no one in that position feels secure. Also, to be honest, I found his attention extremely flattering. What just-on-the-sunny-side-of-plain girl wouldn’t? I did wonder what he saw in me and that was slightly confusing. I was in control though, so where was the harm in a little innocent flirting? I can’t describe how flattering his interest in me was.

Day three of my new job and John’s wife came to the office. I had the distinct impression I was being interviewed again. She showed me photos of their three cute children and could see I was a little clucky. We talked about Dave and my plans for a family. When she left, I felt confident she was happy I was smart enough to be qualified for the job and not some top-heavy, beautiful but vacant bimbo that she should be worried about.

Four weeks later, I came home on a Monday and told Dave that John and I were going for a three day sales trip from Wednesday. He asked how often these would be and I was vague by replying once or twice per month. He didn’t comment.

Tuesday afternoon, I became aware of a bit of a hubbub in the main office. I left my antechamber, outside John’s inner sanctum, to find Dave in the next room surrounded by clerks and secretaries. As usual, all the eligible girls surrounding him were giggling, touching their hair, and thrusting their chests out. His regular casual uniform was a loose, sleeveless tank top, that showed his upper body off well. He’d started wearing them at my suggestion. I rescued him and took him into my office. He wanted to meet John, so I introduced them. I could almost see sparks as they shook hands.

That night as I packed, Dave was so cute. He warned me to watch out for John. He told me some players were extremely subtle in their approach in an effort to get past people’s defences. He warned me about the dangers of drinking too much while away and about men who slipped muscle and inhibition relaxants into girl’s drinks. He even talked about some of the tactics they used. When I asked how he knew all this, he reminded me he was a fan of erotic stories and had read extensively on the subject. I found it very hard to keep a straight face. I knew exactly what John’s intentions and tactics were. I had no intention of losing control. Of course, I couldn’t say anything like that to Dave.

We went out for dinner, then Dave made love to me like only he can. I’d swear he was trying to make me so sore and satisfied, I wouldn’t be able to do anything for the three days, even if I wanted to. However, as his rough hands caressed me at the start, I couldn’t help imagining they were John’s big, soft ones.

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