This is the second part of my story. It will probably help to understand our situation if you have read the previous chapter, but obviously that is up to you.
To remind, this is pretty much a true story. I have changed names and avoided locations to protect identities. Timescales are also adjusted to simplify.
I have previously detailed that I am happily married to a beautiful woman, who is way too hot for me, also that I have some size and performance issues, which she seems to take little notice of. We have a very good business, with numerous employees, which affords us a very nice life. We have no children, but do not actively take precautions against it happening.
We had an active but vanilla sex life, which I took for granted. I then allowed porn, which I was using way too much, to affect my thinking. I developed kinks and eventually told my wife, Rachel, which extra fetishes I wanted to introduce to our life. After some discussion she did take up some of my ideas, which meant, I was now a part-time submissive husband, regularly in short term chastity, with a bit of tease and denial thrown in.
It was as far as she wanted to go, but not really enough for me so had left me still seeking satisfaction from the internet. Another situation then developed, which prompted a major reaction from Rachel and changed our dynamic forever.
The catalyst of the change to our lives went by the name of Hayley!
Hayley was an assistant at our company. She was 24 and had been with us for around 6 months, having moved in to the area and applying for a vacant position. She had been interviewed for a Sales Administration role but had the bonus of several years experience in Website Creation, which had been working for her father. Our Website had never been a high priority, but in these times it was becoming more and a more essential part of a successful business. We had been quoted unrealistic fees for a web upgrade and maintenance contract, but Hayley had agreed to work on this as a secondary role, which could end saving us from some high fees.
I wasn't party to Hayley's interviews, this was all done by my wife, Rachel, who is HR lead at the company as well as a director. Due to a historic business issue that I suffered, to protect the business Rachel also legally owned the total shareholding of our company. I had confidence in Rachel's interview process so trusted Hayley's qualities. If though, she had been interviewed by any male I might have had some small suspicion of ulterior motives for the employment. To say that she is stunning is an understatement. I literally lost the power of speech when I was first introduced to her.
Hayley stood at about 5 ft 9 in the expensive high heels that adorned all of her work footwear. She had a slim athletic figure with, I guess, a C or probably D cup breasts and a nicely rounded butt which sat at the top of some of the best legs I have ever seen. They were toned, smooth and tanned and looked unfeasibly long, a look which was exaggerated by skirts which were close cut, but never too tight, and struggled to come down to mid-thigh. Her face had soft features and was incredibly beautiful, framed by natural light blond hair which was always worn in ponytail. Everything else, for my money at least, was topped by her eyes, which were large and such a deep dark brown color that you just got totally lost in them when talking to her.
That is about the best description I can put down for her, but goes nowhere close to conjuring up how attractive this woman is. Everything is perfectly proportioned, her face and skin are flawless. How she is not a model or an actress I do not understand because, even if she lacked some ability in those areas, her appearance, I believe, would mean that she would be a household name and make a fortune along the way.
I do think that she must have family money. Her clothes, shoes, bags are all high end and expensive, she arrives to work in a new sporty Mercedes, one of those with the metal folding roof, which are not cheap. It's a real treat, if you happen to be close by, when she arrives and gets out of her car. She has to swivel on the seat and swing both legs out at once. The skirt is so high it's almost invisible, as she places her high heels on the floor and eases herself upwards. It is always done with complete class, though.
I don't believe my rambling has done her the justice that she deserves, but despite the absolute beauty that she is, I had no desire to do anything more than be her boss. Don't get me wrong, I am a straight male and therefore was very happy to be able to see her, in the flesh on a regular basis and would, now and again, find myself fantasizing about her, one way or another.
Those fantasies though, like the enjoyment of watching beautiful women in movies or in porn, did not mean that I had any intention of touching any woman other than Rachel. She was my one and only and, as mentioned, was also stunningly beautiful and way too good for me. Fantasy is one thing, adultery is another, and it wasn't on the cards.
The night that lit a slow burning fuse was a Friday night work dinner. I have always believed in staff harmony, a fun and enjoyable environment to work and rewarding staff efforts. In addition to company picnics or the Christmas Party, when deserved, I would arrange an all expenses dinner for different departments so that they could let their hair down while being rewarded for hard work.
On this particular Friday, it was the turn of the Admin team. We were all out at a nice central restaurant, which we knew served good food and had a well stocked bar.
Despite this, I would never drink at these events. I am very aware of my low tolerance to alcohol and did not want to get drunk in front of employees. I didn't think that it set a good example. Rachel followed my lead. We would both drive to and from the restaurant, in our separate cars, dropping people off on the way home. Anyone else was offered a cab fare home, so there was no thought about driving and DUI's.
The Friday in question had been a typical, enjoyable and boozy evening by the time cabs were called and our lifts allocated. Rachel took 4 people with her, who all lived pretty close together and almost directly towards our home. I was taking a bit more of a circuitous route with 3 passengers.
In the front was Sam, he is a quiet, shy, unassuming young man of about 19, who had not found himself feeling at home at College and just wanted to start work. He was related to one of our long timers, who had asked if he could join as a trainee, to see how things went. Behind him in the car was Barbara, a 50 something, who is the Admin Office Manager and self-appointed office mother, and behind me was the beautiful Hayley.
Based on location, Barbara would be first to be dropped off. Having dropped her before, I knew where she lived. As we set off, the women in the back started a none stop conversation. Both were slurring and clearly drunk, Hayley more so than Barbara. She hadn't seemed this drunk in the restaurant, maybe the fresh air had and effect, but she was now seeming pretty hammered. A check of the mirror showed she was pretty boss-eyed as well. Sam was sat half turned in his seat, just looking back, not really joining in.
Arriving outside Barbara's, she said her good nights and got out of the car. I asked Sam to tell me where he lived, to which he gave me his address, and I plugged in to the Navigation System. We headed off, and the car was quiet, another glance in the mirror told me that Hayley had closed her eyes and was quite possible asleep. I know Sam wouldn't start a conversation, so I started to talk, about the company, his prospects and opportunities and some of the good reports that I had received about him. He said little apart from the occasional one or two word acknowledgment.
