Fast forward three months......
It had taken a couple of days for me to come to grip with my 'mini' gangbang on that night at the club. Oh, there were no recriminations from Jack, none at all......it was I who had difficulty dealing with the truth of my slutty behavior that night.
The truth was that I had no remorse about it. None. And that was the struggle for me. I expected to feel shame, embarrassment, and all of that but....nope, none of that popped up on my radar.
I never thought of myself as a slut, but.......
After that night, Jack and I settled into a semi-regular routine of going to the club every couple of weeks, usually on weekends after we'd both had a full week of mind-busting work at our respective careers. Jack traveled in his job. I managed a financial services office for a major investment firm and worked downtown, business travel for me, rare. We continued to party with Bob and Mindy as schedules allowed. They both traveled in their jobs, including some weekends.
Mindy and I had a couple of 'girls' nights', just the two of us, usually when our husbands were away on business. The more time I spent between another woman's legs, the more I found myself 'noticing' other women in a different way than I had before we started swinging. Before the lifestyle, I rarely noticed other women.
But, since?
Oh yeah, I noticed other women completely differently after my first taste of pussy.....
"Time to go home, Vicki, we've burned enough midnight oil this week," I called out to my assistant who was finishing up our end of the quarterly report for the home office.
"Give me another twenty minutes?" Vicki called back, "Then this bad boy will finally be finished, okay?"
"Okay, kiddo, you've got it," I replied with a smile as I began clearing my crowded desktop.
Vicki had been with me, with the company, a little over three years, starting as an intern while in college in her senior year, working her way through the ranks quickly to a Senior Analyst and my assistant.
Didn't really know much about her private life away from the office. We were 'work-place' close but had never socialized away from the office. It wasn't until I discovered girl-girl sex with Mindy and Marge, that I noticed 'things' about Vicki, things that had escaped my radar before then.
She, Vicki, was 'cute', not a ravashing beauty in the classic, movie-star sense but, 'cute' in a pleasing fashion. She was a few inches taller than I and a few pounds heavier but just right for her height and build. She worked out a few times a week, I knew, because on those days that she did, she brought a gym bag into work with her.
Vicki dressed appropriately for the workplace, tasteful, professional, in outfits that favored her in every way.
What I had NOT noticed before indulging my bisexual urges-yes, I had tagged myself now, as bisexual-was how she did whatever she could to curry favor with me, from me. Coffee brought without my asking, subtle compliments of my attire, of my ideas when discussing workplace issues, that sort of thing.
She was not overt in her attempts to garner my attention, never 'brown-nosing' me so's that others would notice and ridicule her for it. No, as I said, those moments were usually between her and I in the privacy of conversation or in my office.
"Ms. Williams?" I heard Vicki's voice call from the doorway of my office as I was finishing with the clearing of my desk.
"Vicki, for the umpteenth time, after hours, it's Shari.....please?" the smile on my face reflecting her refusal to address me on a first name basis, even when it was just she and I in the office.
"Yes ma'am,...I mean, okay...Shari...I'm finished, the report is ready for transmittal to the home office, Ms..., I mean, Shari."
"Great work, kiddo....take a seat for a sec, take a load off, you've earned it," I replied and meaning every word of it. The kid really worked her ass off on this report.
Vicki sat in one of the two leather chairs that faced my desk, her eyes closing for a brief second or two, the stress almost able to be seen as it left her body.
"Any plans for tomorrow evening?" I asked as I put away the last of my desktop clutter.
"Tomorrow? No....I mean, it's my regular gym night but that's not set in stone, why?" She responded, her eyes hard to my face.
"Tell your boyfriend you'll be a bit late tomorrow night, you have a dinner date.....with me," I smilingly replied.
"I don't have a boyfriend, but, dinner?" Vicki responded, her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Yes, dinner......look, you've busted your tail this quarter and I appreciate it, so, I'm taking you to dinner. Jack's out of town, I'd be eating alone anyway and...well, fuck it, girl, we've earned the downtime," I explained.
She 'almost' blushed at my frank words, but smiled at me, nevertheless.
"Ms....I mean, Shari, thank you but you don't have to......"
"Yes. Yes, I do, Vicki.....I know what it's like to be under-appreciated in a male-dominated workplace and I vowed never to do that when I became a manager," I explained, my face serious, "So.....your hard work has been noticed, appreciated and I'm taking you out, got it?"
"Yes ma'am," was all she said.
"And quit the ma'am crap, girl.....I may be your boss but I'm not your mother," I jokingly chided her.
She finally laughed, well, chuckled is more like it.
"I'll even give you a choice....you pick the restaurant or....if you trust me not to poison you, I'll cook us up something at my place," I offered, saying further, "I can be a bitch at work sweetie, but at home? in my kitchen? I'm pure goddess."
"Oh no, I don't want you to go to the trouble of cooking for me," She demurely said.
"No trouble, I find it relaxing actually, well, that and the wine I sip as 'cook's helper'," I joked.
"Actually, I'd prefer a relaxing dinner at your place to another couple of hours in business clothes after a day at work," she replied, "but, only if you let me help you," She conceded.
"Done....you ride the light-rail line to work, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay.....plan on riding with me after work and I'll get you home after dinner, okay?" I suggested.
"Okay, if it wouldn't be any trouble," She agreed.
"No trouble...good, it's a date then?" I answered and asked.
"It's a date," she confirmed, a smile on her face and her green eyes twinkling.
"Oh, Vicki?" I added while standing to gather my things for the trip home, "bring some kick-back clothes. You can change at my place because I know, after a day in heels and business attire, I'm always ready to get comfy."
"In fact," I added, "Toss in a swim suit and we veg in the hottub while dinner's cooking. We'll have ourselves a real 'girls' night', okay?"
Yes, Jack and I added a hottub to our deck. I suggested it after my threesome with Bob and Mindy and he was all for it.
Now, when I suggested dinner and hottubbing at my place, I swear to God that I had no ulterior motives other than rewarding her for all of the hard work she does for me. She helps me look good to the suits above, that's the truth of the matter. I had no motives or thoughts of anything other than dinner and relaxing but, as I was to find out, that would change.........
"So, I've prepped most of dinner already," I explained to Vicki as I drove us to my place after work, "a few finishing touches that you can help with and we'll let the oven do the work while we watch the sunset from the hottub. Sound good?"
"Sounds great," she replied with enthusiasm and a great smile.
The remaining fifteen minutes of our commute was spent just chit-chatting about anything and everything except work. That was off the board tonight, I had told her.
She lived alone, in her owned condo, I found out, both of her parents gone, having passed during her junior year at college in a terrible automobile accident. She had had only two relationships that remotely resembled boyfriend/girlfriend status but, they hadn't lasted. She didn't think much about that, she had said, choosing, instead, to focus on her chosen career.
"You can change in here, if you'd like," I said, leading her to a spare bedroom just down the hall from my master bedroom, "it has its own bathroom and all; I'll meet you in the kitchen after I've changed."
"Okey-dokey," was her cute reply.
I changed into a pair of shorts and a plain tee, leaving my bras in the drawer of the walk-in closet. Stepping into my master bathroom, I took a couple of quick hits off of a doobie that I had saved.
Since hooking up with Bob and Mindy, Jack and I smoked a bit more herb and I had even scored a bit from Mindy. I wasn't going to smoke with Vicki, I had decided, knowing it to be a bad idea as her boss. But, I wanted to be fully relaxed. It had been a hard two weeks at the job.
"Tell you what, you handle the salad making and I'll get the casserole into the oven," I said to Vicki when she joined me in the kitchen, "Pick a wine also if you would and pour us a couple of glasses," nodding to the wine and glasses already on the counter.
"Red or white?" She asked as she began tossing the salad and fixings.
"I'm not a wine snob but we're having a beef dish so I would say, Red?" I answered.
"Red it is," she replied as she put the finishing touches to the salad. Putting the salad into the fridge to chill properly, she opened, then poured us a couple of glasses of a really nice Cab.
"To us," I said as I touched the rim of my glass to hers.
"To us," she replied, her eyes quickly darting away from my face as she sipped.
"So, I think we should drink wine, listen to good music and save the hottubbing until after we've eaten," I suggested, "once we hit the tub, we may not want to leave it to eat," I added with a giggle.
A giggle? I don't fucking giggle. Who was that woman who just giggled? I wondered to myself.
