Most workplace romances and affairs end in disaster, scandal, and in some cases, divorce. It was not to be so for Vicki and I.
Our coworkers did not have a clue that their boss was bedding one of their own. Any worries I might have had about Vicki's ability to remain professional on the job,were dispelled the morning after she spent the night with me.
After parking in my reserved slot that next morning, we walked towards the elevator of the parking structure at the same time that one of my managers stepped out of his car.
"Oh, hey, I didn't know you two car-pooled," he said as he walked with us.
"Oh, we don't," Vicki said nonchalantly, "Ms. Williams offered to give me a ride in so that I could get the quarterly report finalized and sent to the home office first thing this morning," smiling at him brightly.
I simply smiled, a tight smile, my normal, damn-she-can-be-a-bitch-at-times, smile.
It worked.
Before she left for the day, she stepped into my office, closing the door behind her. That wasn't unusual, closed-door conversations between she, as my assistant, and I, fairly normal.
"I'd like to thank you, once again, for a very lovely evening," She said, her voice soft and private.
"I enjoyed it as much, if not more, as you, Vicki," I answered, returning her smile.
"Any chance of seeing you again? You know, like that?" She asked bluntly.
"I hope so....I'd..I'd like that," I replied, biting my lip in nervousness.
"When's your husband going on another business trip?" She probed.
"Next week....interested in coming over?"
"It's a date," she simply replied with a wink.
Jack returned home later in the week and right after we got into bed for the evening, I told him of my roll in the hay with Vicki. I spared no details, even opining that it was 'more' than just a fling or NSA romp with another woman.
"It was different," I had said, "I'm not sure why but it was and, if you can deal with it, I'd like to continue seeing her when you're away on business."
"Safe to say you'd like to keep her for yourself? No sharing?" his question just that, a question, not an accusation.
"Yeah, I think so," I answered after thinking about that for a few moments.
Then he fucked my brains out, fucking me like he was an eighteen year-old with all the stamina of the gods. He fucked me as he hadn't in years, a really good fuck.
"Wow....." I panted, fighting hard to regain control of my breathing, "Oh baby, if telling you about my time in pussy-ville turns you on this much, I need to eat more pussy and tell you more stories," I joked.
"Win-win" he replied with a shit-eating grin.
Fast-forward several weeks......
Vicki and I became a regular thing when Jack was away on business, she at my place or me at hers. Jack was soooooo fucking cool about it, never once complaining about the time I spent with my 'girlfriend' as he started referring to Vicki.
And I kinda' liked it when he did so, I must say.
There was some sort of trouble in the Kingdom of Bob and Mindy, the tension between them palatable in the air we had noticed the last couple of times we partied with them. Wasn't sure of the 'why' there was trouble between them but neither Jack and I cared for the vibes that surrounded them. Coming to the same conclusion, independently, we started finding reasons not to see them, neither of us wanting to be involved with whatever was going on between them.
Our trips to the club had lessened somewhat, slacked off to the point that it was more like a once-a-month thing, but still enjoyable for the both of us. Occasionally, we'd party with another couple but more often than not, it would be me with a couple of guys while Jack watched. After I was properly fucked and my 'boys' had left the party room, he'd bury his head between my legs and clean me up, giving me more orgasms as he did so.
Oh hell no, I didn't complain...I was a happy camper.
Jack and I took a week off, booked a trip to Jamaica at an exclusive, all inclusive resort, returning with golden tans and smiling faces. He returned to work the next day after our return but I still had a ton of vacation days left so I burned off another week of vacation, deciding to 'catch up' with some house chores and the like.
Had I not done so, what follows might not have happened.........
She waved at me as I slowed to enter my driveway, having glanced up from under the hood of her car. Marnie was always working on her car it seemed, tweaking this, adjusting that, the end result being a pristine, classic '68 Mustang 'Boss' edition that had, at one time, belonged to her grandfather.
Marnie was our next-door neighbors' niece, having come to live with her mother's sister and husband when she was thirteen or so. Her aunt had never explained the why of her living with them but you just got a 'sense' that living with them was preferable to living with her parents, whatever the reasons.
She was a 'little' strange, a little 'out-there' with her tomboy looks and artistic talents, almost hippie-like, one might say, almost as if she was a few generations past what would have been 'her time', the sixties and seventies, the age of Woodstock and such. Her look was sorta' androgynous, reminding me, as I think back on it, of the actress that portrayed "The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo" in the movie, only without the piercing or tatoos.
"Need a hand?" I heard her voice call as I started lifting the sacks of groceries from the trunk of my Beemer.
"Oh hey, Marnie....sure, I'd appreciate it," her help allowing us to bring all of the groceries inside in one trip.
"How come you're not at class?" I asked Marnie as we set the sacks onto my kitchen counter.
"Finished for the day, all morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays," she answered with a smile, "How come you're not at work?", she vollied back at me.
"Took some vacation days to catch up on crap here at the house," I replied, returning her smile.
Marnie had graduated High School a few months ago, on the day of her nineteenth birthday as it turned out and was attending a Community College in our city in order to get all of her required course-work out of the way before going to Unversity for a Fine Arts curricula.
She had been a year older than her classmates due to having flunked a year just before coming to live with Jen and Frank. Again, no explanations provided as to why.
"Would you like an ice tea or something to drink?" I offered.
"Nah, but thanks anyway," Marnie replied, "I need to clean up and figure out what I'm going to eat tonight since Aunt Jen and Uncle Frank are out of town this week."
Jen and Frank, our next door neighbors, both worked, Frank traveling a lot for his job like Jack did and Jen away for a meeting, out of town.
"Well, if you're interested, I'm cooking up a cheeseburger and having a salad for dinner. Just as easy to cook for two as it is for one," I offered, suddenly deciding that a little company for dinner wouldn't be a bad thing.
My back was turned to her but I 'felt' like she was staring holes into me, a little shiver having found its way to me.
"Sounds scrumptious but I don't want you to go through all that trouble for me," She replied as she handed me stuff from the bags to put away.
"No trouble at all, babe, besides, it'd be nice to have some company at dinner for a change instead of eating alone."
"Only if you let me help you," She said, accepting my offer.
"Done."
"Okay......well, if you have the rest of this, I'm going to clean up and see you, in an hour?"
"Sounds about perfect," I smilingly answered.....
I quickly seasoned the ground chuck, forming them into large, thick patties after doing so and placing them in the fridge. That done, I showered and changed into a pair of shorts and tee shirt, my fav when it comes to 'kick-back' clothing.
About an hour or so later, Marnie returned, using the gate that provided access to my back yard. She, too, had changed into shorts and tee, and was toting a bottle of wine.
"Thought I provide the wine since you're cooking for me," She said brightly.
"Oh, Marnie, I don't know about that," I stammered, "I mean, you're underage....."
Her look to me stopped the stammering, a look of 'Seriously?"
"Ms. Williams, I'm nineteen and in college....do you really think that this will be my first time drinking?"
"Probably not," I conceded after a few moments' thought on the matter, "but, if I'm going to drink wine with you, call me Shari....Ms. Williams was my husband's mother."
She simply smiled a smirk of 'having won a point', opening the bottle of red to breathe while we got the fixings and salad ready for our meal. Pouring us both a generous glass each, she handed me my wine and clicked her glass against mine in a silent toast to whatever.
We finished the first glass quickly and I poured us each another, the two of us just chit-chatting about nothing in particular and everything in general. I had not spent much time with Marnie since she had moved next door but I found that I liked her. I liked her sarcastic humor, her 'off-beat' wit, her view of the world seeming much more mature than her years.
Dinner was excellent and, dishes put in the washer, we had cracked another bottle of red from my stash and were lounging on my deck having a fine ol' time of it.
And, yes, we were both approaching tipsiness.
"Surprised that your 'friend' isn't over," Marnie said during a moment of silence as we enjoyed the coolish, early fall evening.
