The following story is based on some facts. However my fantasy has added much to make it (hopefully) more interesting to the reader. I have to remark that it will be a mere coincidence only if anybody thinks it is he or she being the one mentioned.
I will take the opportunity to express my great thanks to BGMIFUN for his editor views and for making my bad English more correct and smoother.
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My name is Sarah, happily married to my lovely man, Thomas, but there have been some trouble in earlier days. The reason was entirely my own fault. I don't understand how Thomas tolerated it. I thank my lucky stars he did.
We got to know each other when we were young, Thomas 19 years old and I two years younger. I had just graduated. Since I had came out well from high school there was no difficulty to get a well paid job.
My girl friends enviously told me that it was due to my appearance that I got the job. That's not true. My body was (and still is) quite ordinary. Being 5'3" tall and with small tits (B) I didn't think men would be interested. Also my somewhat reserved and shy personality contributed to it. Yes, Thomas obviously liked me but he was the exception that proved the rule. We had promised each other that one day when being "rich" we should be married.
The job I got was at a construction company doing business in the paper industry. At the beginning I served different civil engineers. After about a year, I mainly worked for one of the engineers. He was said to be important to the company as he had many inventive ideas.
Of course I was flattered by the task to serve an important person. I told Thomas about him. Oscar was his name. Thomas and I had a very great sexual life together during those nights when we were able to be for ourselves. I didn't think he would be jealous when I talked about Oscar. So I gave Thomas an unreserved description of Oscar. I said he was about ten years older. A very nice man having good manners. A well trained body of about 6 feet. He was sought after by the company women. As far as I knew he had been married once. Now he lived as single.
The situation at the office was peculiar in that the owner thought that men and women had to be separated. They should have the least possible contact with each other. Therefore the engineers, all men, worked in the main building. The secretariat was to be found in a small annex building. However, sometimes in urgent cases, the secretary was allowed to walk over to the engineer for discussion of the actual matter.
Mostly I had no reason to visit Oscar at his office room. It was located up under the very roof of the main house. Once the loft had been a lumber-room of the house when used as a diplomat villa. Now it mainly was used as a store for drawings and models of machines produced by the company. There were a great deal of narrow winding passages, corners and high and low beams.
Furthest away from the elevator a spacious office room was arranged. It had a large window with a view of a green park outside on the other side of the street. The furniture was the common one of an office. A large desk in the middle of the floor, a swivel chair, a visit chair at the opposite side of the desk and some bookshelves and filing-cabinets stuffed with books, drawings and other documents. In this room Oscar was the king.
For many months I met Oscar only occasionally. He was often abroad and when in the office he was very busy. I was also busy with all his reports, letters, instructions and proposals of new machines solving different problems. One day, it must have been almost two years after my employment, he asked me to go over to his office. I thought he had some important work to discuss. I entered his attic room. He was sitting in the swivel chair behind the desk as usual. "Please sit down," he nodded to the other chair in front of him at the other side of the desk.
Instead of talking job he began to ask me about my private life. If I had a boyfriend and where I lived. What I liked to read and if I had some hobbies. He put the questions in a friendly way. Such as a father with concern for his child.
I told him that my boyfriend Thomas and I planned to get married next summer. We had bought a small house just at the outskirts of the city. As I was very interested in reading I let him know of what books I had read during the last months. It was modern poems as well as classic novels.
He listened very attentively. I didn't understand why he was so interested in me. But I registered that he was concerned when I talked about Thomas and my future marriage. He got a wrinkle in his forehead. He looked at me with his friendly eyes and wished me all luck for the future.
He stood up and went to the window. I admired his masculine body, his well trimmed hair accentuating his powerful back of his head. His upper part of his body with its wide shoulder part gave me the feeling of strength.
After a while he turned to me and without a word he walked around his desk. He stood right behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "No!" I shouted. I stood up and rushed out of the room. Back in the secretariat my whole body shivered. My female colleagues giggled at me where I sat in front of my computer incapable to do anything.
The very same night Thomas and I paid a visit to our new house. Still there were only a few pieces of furniture. A table and four seats in the kitchen. A twin bed in the bedroom. We prepared a simple dinner and sat in front of each other at the table.
I described the situation with Oscar in his room up there in the attic of the main house. I told Thomas how embarrassed I had been. The air had suddenly felt so charged.
Thomas said that he quite well understood my reactions. But as Thomas said, nothing real awkward had happened. However he was happy that I had left the room and shown to Oscar that I didn't accept improper advances.
I told Thomas how much I loved him. "Nobody is so important to me as you, Thomas. You are just the man I really want. Of course Oscar is very masculine," I said. "But that has nothing to do with any love."
Thomas was still unsure of my feelings. "Even if you don't love him, you obviously found him sexually attractive." He asked me if I hadn't played with the thoughts of going to bed with Oscar?
My answer failed. I saw how it hurt him and how sad he was the rest of the night.
However, we continued to prepare our new home. There was a lot to do for having the house in order. It got late and we decided to sleep in our new bed. Thomas made his best to get me hot. I sucked his cock and tried to concentrate my mind onto the actual situation. But my thoughts were back to Oscar. I believed it was Oscar laying in the bed! Oh how ashamed I was when thinking of what Thomas had said.
The next day I got a quite difficult case which had to be discussed with Oscar. It was awkward to get in touch with him. I tried to delay the meeting. But after lunch I had no choice. I took courage and went over to Oscar. He looked formally at me when I entered his room. I placed the documents in front of him. We discussed the matter for an hour or so.
When I was to leave he apologized for his behavior yesterday. He said that he did not intend to frighten me. He told me that the reason for his bad action was that he was reminded of his younger days when he met his ex-wife. It was long ago. "She was a lovely young lady like you. We had some very lucky years together before she got in touch with a famous man. He robbed my wife! True, she wanted babies but I never was successful to give her any." Then he described her tenderly.
I asked if he had any picture of her. From one of the drawers he took out a wedding photo. I looked at it and found a woman with a beautiful outlook. Quite different from my own!
He missed her desperately, he said. He had tried to forget her by working abroad for some years.
We talked about his life as a single man. He admitted that he felt very alone. He worked a lot. When he was at home he consumed great number of books. He spent hours in the city main library. Besides that, he took long walks in the nature around the city.
I had been listening to him without thinking of the time. Suddenly I looked at my watch. "Oh dear me, I had to go!"
He said that he hoped I had forgiven him for his impudent manner yesterday.
