We had worked together for nearly Eight years. I knew her husband and each of her four children. They went to school with my two in a charter schools near where we lived. Lynn and I socialized but I would not say she was a close friend or anything like that. Perhaps mentor would be a better term to describe our relationship. She was a Managing Partner of the company I worked for. That meant simply that she was god and got what she wanted.
Lynn and I had memberships at the same gym and I occasionally saw her there. She and I both worked hard at keeping ourselves in shape and it showed more on her than me. Lynn is slender, I am chubby. Lynn was small busted I was...shall we say... big. The family genes meant that at 42 years old I already had my moms 40 DD bust. Double sports bras kept them somewhat under control and minimized but still I was always self-conscious. Well, I have seen Lynn naked in the shower so I can attest to her great body but she has seen me as well so there are no secrets.
I had considered breast reduction surgery but my hubby was very much against it. He always kidded me about how much he loved my "Dolly's."
I was one on the top sales executives in my office. I'm not sure why they call us executives. There is nothing executive about selling. Sometimes I think they should call us sales prostitutes. I learned early on in this business that you have to have fairly low self esteem to sell. I'm not proud that I occasionally use the fact that I am an attractive woman to close the deal. Yes I have even gone as far as allowing certain clients to do things I would not want my husband to know about. Dear reader, I am glad I got that out early in this story it will make it easier to tell the rest of the story.
Ok, the truth is I have always been a slut but I think that is genetic as well. I love sex and sometimes sex finds me unexpectedly. My husband knows I'm a bit of a slut and that I think is one reason he married me. I'm pretty sure however that he thinks our wild days are behind us now that we have children but the truth is not so clear. There was a time when he reaped the benefit of my friends when I brought home a girlfriend of even the occasional man. But that was then and those days are behind him.
Now about Lynn. Lynn is older than me, perhaps in her late fifties early sixties. She always complains about her fat lazy husband and most often has an "I have not had an orgasm in a long time" attitude but I like her a lot. She has the drive and determination necessary to make her successful. She invited me to accompany her to a corporate meeting, a week long affair in the Caribbean. She told me to consider it a husband bonus, she didn't want to bring her husband and I didn't have to bring mine.
Beautiful resort. Great meeting agenda and fantastic food. What more could a girl ask for.
After the meetings and dinner one evening Lynn and I walked the beach. In a surprise moment of openness and candor Lynn told me she was divorcing her husband. This was a huge deal for her. She had four almost adult children and even two grandchildren. She explained that over the last several years they had drifted apart and she recently found out that he had a lover on the side, a man.
I was surprised. I had met him and never would have guessed he was gay but then how can you tell?
Lynn must have read my mind because she continued to explain that the guy was someone they had met long ago and that they both had been involved with. She said that she and her husband were both bisexual and had a brief sexual affair with the man and his wife.
I was really surprised to learn that Lynn was bi. Really surprised but...not surprised when she asked if I would like to go back to her room.
As we walked she reached out and took my hand. I let her and held her hand in mine.
