This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.
Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.
As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!
Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.
Enjoy
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Jessica's Epiphany
~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~
"Brringggg..... Brringggg!"
I was miles away when the insistent ringing of the telephone made me jump, pulling my attention away from what I had been doing on the computer.
Reaching across my desk I picked it up, "Good morning, Prescott's Advertising Agency, Jessica Prescott speaking. How may I help you?"
I tried to sound as businesslike as I could even though it wasn't part of my normal job to answer the phone. However, at the moment our young receptionist and girl Friday, Melissa, was out running an errand for my husband Tom, so it fell to me to stand in.
"Ah good morning Mrs Prescott, this is Richard Danville, can I speak to your husband please?"
"Of course Mr Danville, I'll put you straight through to him."
I swallowed nervously and quickly connected the call to Tom's office phone.
We had been on tenterhooks for the last few days, waiting to hear from the CEO of the largest lingerie manufacturer in the region, so once I had transferred the call I sat back at my desk, unable to focus on anything else.
Just staring at my husband's closed office door I fiddled nervously with my hands, wondering what was being said, waiting for him to finish so I could hear the result of the conversation they were having.
'Had we got the contract?'
'If we hadn't what would we do?'
'How long could we keep going without this deal?'
A host of thoughts raced through my head as I waited impatiently to hear what the purpose of the call was.
Whatever happened there was one thing I was absolutely certain of, if we hadn't got the job then it was unlikely that Prescott's Advertising was going to survive much longer, unless something totally unexpected happened.
The financial downturn of the last six months had meant a variety of businesses were suffering and we were one of them.
Sitting there, unable to concentrate on my work, I let my mind wander back to when I had first joined the company a little over two years earlier.
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Thomas Prescott was the sole owner of the small advertising agency when I had walked through the door around 28 months previously, in what was only supposed to be a temporary role.
I had been hired to fill in as his personal assistant and the general office administrator while Sarah, his existing full-time PA, went off to Australia for a month to visit her daughter and newborn grandson.
The company was nothing spectacular, only employing a handful of people besides Tom and Sarah; old Stan Moresby the accountant cum general finance guy, a couple of copywriters Jason and Katrina, plus Craig a young IT guy and a receptionist, Melissa, who doubled as the office's girl Friday.
From my very first day I had been attracted to Tom Prescott, which was hardly a surprise. He was 27 then, 6'1" tall with brown hair and matching eyes that I simply lost myself in every time I looked into them. With a nicely defined physique that showed he worked out but wasn't obsessed with the gym or his body I had found myself daydreaming about him on more than one occasion.
Of course, I had no reason to think that he was even remotely interested in me so, aside from fantasising about him, I just tried to get on with my work. It wasn't easy though, my role meant I had regular contact with him, and having my heart rate go through the roof whenever I was near him made life very difficult for me.
By the Thursday, after barely a week, I had pretty much made up my mind that I was going to quit when he strolled up to my desk, just after lunch.
"Err.... Jessica. I... umm... I wondered if you'd have dinner with me tomorrow?"
Completely stunned I had found myself lost for words and simply sat and stared at him, open mouthed.
"Is that a yes or a no?" He had chuckled nervously, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Oh err.... umm.... it's a... a yes... I'd love to."
Of course I had accepted, as soon as I had found my voice, and the following evening he took me out to a very plush Italian restaurant.
I can't remember what I ate or drank that night as I spent the whole time gazing at the man opposite me and wondering why, out of all the girls he could ask to dinner, he had chosen me.
One date led to another and that led to a third and before I knew it we were a couple.
If I was in any doubt about how I felt about him I realised, from the very first time he kissed me, on our second date, that I was head over heels in love with him.
Fortunately, he felt exactly the same way about me.
I managed to resist him for three dates, not wanting to appear easy, but by our fourth evening together I couldn't help myself and had gone very willingly to his bed.
It was just six wonderful months later that Tom proposed to me and we were married a few weeks after that, at a small registry office service, accompanied by just our families and a few close friends.
We already knew that Sarah had decided to stay in Australia and so I became, Jessica Prescott, general company dogsbody and full time P.A. to my husband, the CEO and only salesman.
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Now, eighteen months on from our wedding, the company that used to make us a reasonable living had seen a significant downturn in business. In fact, things had become so desperate we were barely keeping our heads above water.
In an effort to improve our failing fortunes Tom had recently pitched our services to several larger organisations, including one that was owned by sixty-year-old Richard Danville, the CEO of a large manufacturing business.
We both knew that if we got the contract to provide his advertising over the next three years it would be a huge shot in the arm for us, at a time when small companies like ours were struggling.
More to the point, it would ensure our survival during the difficult economic times that loomed ahead for us.
"Hey Jess, can you come in here for a minute."
My husband's voice summoning me to his office jerked me out of my retrospection.
Hesitantly I got up from my desk, part of me already wondering how I was going to tell the few staff we employed that the company was going under and they were now out of work.
"Well, what did he say?"
Forcing myself to smile I bounced through the door and dropped into the chair in front of his desk to hear the outcome of the phone call.
"The simple answer is yes.... and no." He said frowning, his voice flat and unemotional.
I looked at him somewhat puzzled by his answer, "What the fuck does yes and no mean?"
"Well, we have the first photoshoot but it's kind of probationary. If we do a good job on it, he has said he'll sign for the three years."
Tom bit his lip and rather succinctly informed me of Richard Danville's decision.
"Oh! So, we're safe for a bit?"
It was about all I could manage, feeling slightly deflated by what he had just told me but at the same time relieved that we weren't going out of business the next day.
My husband nodded, "Two months, three tops. He's agreed to pay the costs for the shoot regardless of his final decision, so we won't be out of pocket."
"But?" Raising an eyebrow questioningly I looked at him for some sort of clue as to our predicament, "That sounds like there's a but coming."
"It doesn't solve the current crisis we're in. Unless we get the contract, we're going to have to shut up shop." He gazed back at me looking tired and unhappy.
"Then we had better make sure we get it, hadn't we?"
I got up and went around the desk, perching on the edge in front of him with my skirt riding up my thighs.
With a large portion of my upper legs on show I made no effort to pull the hem down. I even leant back a little, my legs parting slightly, to reveal the fact I was wearing stockings to him.
Running his hand up my thigh my husband let his fingers caress around the darker band at the top of my nylons, sending a warm feeling flowing through my pussy, as he grinned at me.
"You really do know how to cheer a man up babe." He chuckled, looking into my eyes as his fingers teased a little higher, moving upwards towards the soaked gusset of my thong.
The office door was open and I knew that anyone who might wander by would certainly get an eyeful of my stocking clad legs and what my husband was doing but I just sat there, making no attempt to stop him.
I was fairly sure that no one would bother us, they were all busy around the office, but there was always a chance that someone might walk past and it was the fact that I might be seen that was helping make my pussy exceptionally moist.
"So, when do we start?" I giggled naughtily, tossing my hair back, "And I don't mean with what your fingers are doing up my skirt."
Chuckling he pulled his hand from between my legs and sat back in his chair, his arms behind his head as he looked at me thoughtfully.
"Well, the shoot is scheduled in a couple of weeks. I've already put Annabelle on the copy for it just in case and now I'm wondering who to get in to do the pictures."
Realising he was now back in work mode I disappointedly tugged my skirt back down, covering the tops of my stockings and making myself a little more presentable.
I gave his question a moment or two's consideration before answering.
"I'd go with Kelvin. I know some of the client's don't approve of the other stuff he does but he always turns in some really good work."
Kelvin Thompson was a brilliant young photographer and had done several excellent sets for us in the past but he also did adult work for several online sites. As a result, a couple of our clients had objected to us using him for their advertising work.
