Over the past few years I have been promoted more than my fair share. I am a pretty jaded person so while I am completely deserving of each promotion I have a sneaking suspicion it is because I am an attractive woman in a predominantly male dominated field. I have a hard time working with women so when I was allowed to hire an assistant I picked a young man to cover my desk. He was ten years my junior and exceedingly handsome. To be honest I was never really attracted to him because I was happily married.
Jeff had worked for me for two years when I began to suspect my husband was cheating on me. I confided my suspicions to Jeff one day and from then on he became my sounding board. Six months later my husband was travelling for a week at a time twice a month. I was convinced he was having an affair. Jeff tried to convince me otherwise suggesting I was being paranoid.
It all started on a Monday afternoon. My husband was headed out of town and we began fighting on the phone just as he was getting on a plane. The argument was completely out of control. I threatened to divorce him. It got ugly too quickly. I told him I knew he was seeing someone and instead of denying it he told me he was and that we needed to talk when he got back on Friday.
I spent the week stewing. Was he serious? Was he really cheating? I was so convinced before, but now I was pretty sure he was just playing with my head. I didn't call him all week and for his part he didn't call me. I shared the ordeal with Jeff who was supportive through the week. On Friday I realized I was going to have to go home and deal with the situation when Jeff peeked his head in the door and asked if I wanted to grab a drink before heading home. I jumped at the excuse not to go home and agreed.
The bar was crowded and I began drinking heavily. By midnight I was blitzed and Jeff offered to drive me home. I took him up on his offer. We walked to his car and he put me in the passenger seat and then he walked around to the drivers seat. When he sat down he didn't start the car. Instead he looked at me and told me that my husband was a fool for cheating on me. He began telling me how attractive I was. How he had had a crush on me since he took the job. How he had often thought about me when he made love to other women. I leaned over and kissed him to get him to stop talking. He kissed me back hard and before I knew what was going on I could feel his fingers inside of my vagina. I was pressing back against his digits as he finger fucked me. I began having a small orgasm when I realized what was happening and pushed his hand away. I apologized, told him I was drunk and asked him to take me home.
When I got home my husband wasn't there, but there was a message from him saying he was going to be staying another week. I flopped on the bed and began masturbating, imagining what would have happened if I had let Jeff keep going. I came and fell asleep soon afterward.
On Monday things were awkward between Jeff and me. I apologized for getting so wasted and tried to pretend I didn't remember kissing him. Later that afternoon I told Jeff that my husband hadn't come home and that he would be out for the rest of the week. I don't know why, but I started crying. Jeff stepped inside my office, closed the door and locked it behind him.
I watched Jeff quickly cover the ground between us and soon he was standing next to me as he took my arm and lifted me to my feet. Before I could say anything he began kissing me. My body was limp, but I kissed him back. In a single violent motion he ripped open my blouse exposing my bra and turned me around and leaned me over my desk. I started to protest, but as I did he pulled my panties down and lifted my skirt around my waist. It was all I could do to hold myself up over the desk.
