My name is Nancy and my husband is Bob, a vice-president at a mid-sized tech company in Little Rock. Although we are both sneaking up on middle-age, you have to look close to tell it. Bob, an avid golfer, keeps himself in tip-top shape. He's lean and tan with a flat belly and a tight butt.
Using a combination of aerobics and weight training I do my best to make time stand still. My waist is hard and narrow in the shadow of my big boobs. Even though gravity does her best on them, the underlying muscle tone keeps the girls looking up. I have a sweet young man named Frank in Hillcrest who, for a small fortune every week, makes sure my hair is blond and stylish with not a gray strand or dark root in sight. His boyfriend Tony does my nails and waxes my legs.
Bob is very successful at work and, though we are not quite wealthy, we have more than enough to live comfortably. Between his job and golf we don't spend as much time together as we used to, but that's okay. I keep busy at the club or with a variety of civic activities. Our sex life is satisfying but not spectacular. When we were younger we were passionate and experimental, but with age we're down to an average of one or two times a week, almost always missionary. Not boring exactly, but no one is going to make a porno flick in our bedroom.
Neither one of us have ever been unfaithful. Oh, we've had offers and we've both been tempted, but it just never happened. We're content with the lives we have.
Then along came Talia.
Periodically Bob gets an intern to work with him, usually an MBA student at the U. of A. When he told me about Talia I thought she sounded interesting. He said she was a little older than most interns, from some Eastern European country. Her native language was Russian but he said she spoke English extremely well. He also told me she was the brightest, most talented intern he'd ever had. Every time he talked about her it was in increasingly glowing terms until I was certain she could both walk on water and leap tall buildings. I didn't feel jealous exactly, just uncertain about this girl who seemed to be too good to be true.
When Bob told me we'd be going to a company party and I'd finally get to meet Talia I was pretty excited. Usually I hated those parties, but this one I was looking forward to. I'd finally get to meet the woman who had made such an impression on my husband.
I took special effort getting ready, including an extra session with Frank and Tony. I applied make-up lightly to highlight what I have been told are my best features. I bought a new, expensive, dress cut low enough to be interesting but not so low as to be a distraction. Pearl ear rings and necklace set off the ensemble. I was stunning, if I do say so myself. Bob put on his usual tux, although I noticed he had some sexy cologne I'd never noticed before. Together we were one great looking couple.
We got to the party fashionably late. I casually looked around the room for the fabled Talia. When I didn't see anyone I didn't know, we started mingling, working the room like a good executive couple. Finally Bob took my elbow and nodded to the side of the room. "Honey, there's Talia now. Come on, I want you to meet her." Looking where he was nodding I saw a stocky young woman with stringy brown hair and thick glasses wearing a dowdy, mid-length dress that her mother must have made.
"Oh yes," I said, hoping the relief didn't show in my voice. "I've been wanting to meet her. You didn't tell me she was nearly blind. Those glasses are really something."
"Not her. That's Len's intern, Fay. Talia's standing behind her." My heart skipped a beat as he pointed at the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Lustrous dark hair falling over her bare shoulders. High cheekbones and a strong chin. Dimples. The girl had fucking dimples! Her stylish dress swept the floor and exposed enough cleavage to lose your inhibitions in. No waist to speak of, but hips to die for. Probably had dimples on her ass, too. To make matters worse when she looked up and spotted us - spotted Bob - she broke out in a smile like she'd won the lottery. Maybe she had.
This vision rushed over to us and extended a hand to me. "You must be Nancy. Bob has told me so much about you. He talks about you all the time." Not content with shaking my hand, Talia gave me a hug that had my boobs rubbing against her chest in a way that scared and fascinated me. "I am so glad to finally meet you," she said, looking at me with the deepest blue eyes I'd ever imagined. A person could drown in those pools.
Her voice was a half-octave deeper than most women, which wasn't surprising considering the size of her lungs. Her Slavic accent was both sultry and cute. Bob was right about her being older than most students. She looked to be about thirty going on puberty.
We exchanged pleasantries a while. At least she was pleasant while I tried to be, what with turning green and all. Finally she drifted off to enchant other executives. As she walked away the world seemed a little dimmer. I had to admit she lit up the room with her charm, not to mention her cleavage. It had taken a lot of willpower not to sneak too many peaks into that valley. Turning to my husband I said, "You didn't tell me how beautiful Talia is."
"Yes," my darling asshole husband answered. "She is pretty isn't she. But she's so damn smart. I am lucky to have her." I bit my tongue to avoid saying what I wanted to that remark.
We didn't get much chance to talk to Talia the rest of the evening, but every time I spotted her she seemed to be looking at my husband, despite the fact I kept close to him the whole time. And every time I saw her she was prettier and sexier. If I hadn't hated her I would have been in love, or at least in lust. She was the only female I'd ever met who was as attractive to other women as she was to men. Well, at least as attractive to me.
The following Monday Bob told me Talia claimed to have been so glad we'd met and how much she liked me. He must have sensed the air of competition because he rarely mentioned her all week. Then on Friday morning Bob called me from work. "Talia and I are having lunch at the Afterthought and she suggested we have you to join us. She knows I'm going to be at the golf tournament this weekend and thought we ought to spend some time together today."
"How thoughtful," I said. Not thoughtful enough to let us have lunch alone, but at least she remembered he was married. We arranged to meet at 12:30, which would give me enough time to get as primped and pretty as I could.
I had a brief fear that they were inviting me to break the news they were running off together for a weekend of carnal sin. But then I remembered the tournament he was playing in. Bob loves golf a lot more than pussy. No way he would miss a tournament just for sex, even with someone as desirable as Talia. I knew my marriage was safe at least until Monday.
I got to the restaurant before they did and waited at the bar trying to boost my courage with a tall glass of sweet tea. As I sat there I got to wondering, hoping, that perhaps, like many European women, Talia did not shave her legs. I thought it would be fitting if the vision of loveliness would be marred by long, dark hairs on her calves. That thought was enough for me to order another sweet tea. I knew it was a vain hope because the dress she wore at the party made it clear she shaved her underarms. And sure enough, as she and Bob came into the restaurant her modestly short skirt exposed a pair of smooth, shapely legs. Naturally that led me to question what else did she shave. Was her pubic area as smooth as her legs? I thought about asking Bob about it. Of course if he knew that much about her pussy I'd have to kill him.
"Oh Nancy," Talia said coming up to me and giving me a big hug. "I'm so glad you could make it. I hope we can get to know each other better."
"I hope so too," I said, "But as much as Bob talks about you I feel as if I know you already." Talia took my arm as we followed Bob to the table he had reserved.
"Your hair looks so nice, you have to tell me who does it," Talia gushed.
"A young man named Tony," I replied. "His shop is just down the street. Maybe we can pop in later and I'll introduce you. He's expensive, but he does a marvelous job."
"I probably can't afford him very often, but I'd love it if he could make my hair look as good as yours." Who was she kidding. Changing a single strand of her perfect hair would be like painting over the Sistine Chapel. But I did appreciate the compliment, and I knew Tony would also. At least I wasn't worried about him running off with her.
As we ate, Bob started talking about his golf game. "I'm thinking abut using my new driver. I can hit the ball a lot straighter, but not always as far. I've never used it in an important game. Should I try it out at the tournament?" Talia and I both knew he didn't really want an answer from us, so we kept quiet and let him run on. When Bob starts on golf, nothing else exists. After about five minutes Talia and I both still had smiles on our faces, but the glazed look in her eyes told me she was as interested as I was.
When he finally stopped for a sip of tea, Talia jumped in. "So Nancy. Do you have big plans this weekend while Bob is off playing with his balls?" With her accent one might think the pun was inadvertent, but the slight rise in the corners of her lips let me know it was intentional. The faithful intern was very subtly making fun of her boss. I was starting to like her even more.
"No, not really," I responded, also hinting at a smile to let her know I understood her meaning. "I'll probably hang out at home. Maybe go shopping. No real plans. How 'bout you? I bet you've got a busy weekend coming up with your friends."
"Actually not. I am house sitting for the Moores and I will just hang around the pool there. I am taking care of their animals and turning lights on and off to let burglars know someone's home."
Len Moore is another vice-president at Bob's firm. They have a beautiful home on a bluff overlooking the Arkansas River. I'd been there several times to dinner and an occasional company party. Their backyard contains an olympic-sized pool and is surrounded on two sides by a high fence, completely private. The back of their lot looks out at about a hundred miles of the Ozark foothills.
Len is rumored to be a ladies man. They tell me his conquests are numerous but he's very discrete about them. His wife Mona has a similar reputation. From what I've heard she has had her own conquests, not all of them men. Their master bedroom has a second-floor balcony with a hot tub and a spectacular view. I've never seen it but both Len and Mona have offered to show it to me. If I suddenly become a widow - for instance if Bob should know the answer to the Talia pubic hair question - I wouldn't mind taking Len up on his offer. I might even consider Mona's.
Before Bob could get started on what he intended to do with his balls the next day, Talia jumped back in. "I've got an idea. Why don't you come over and spend the day with me, Nancy. I would love to have the company. It will be fun. We can even try out the hot tub. You have to see the view from there."
"Oh, I couldn't," I started to say.
