Note: This is a sequel to "A Gift From His Wife" but can be read independently.
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It was a sad day and it was a happy day. Jeff, their well-liked finance manager, was moving away. Their company had a habit of moving finance managers from one location to another every three to four years, claiming that this prevented fraud by not giving them enough time to form the bonds needed with suppliers or others. Kim and many others knew that all the company needed to do was hire more people like Jeff and there would never be any fraud.
Jeff was as straight an arrow as could be. He believed in transparency, honesty and keeping well detailed records. Yet he was also extremely likeable. He didn't go about his potentially rigid rules in a rigid way, if that makes any sense. He used humour, he used training, he used clear expectations and objectives that they were all better off with all things financial being clear and by the book. And when you followed all the rules, you were rewarded with a warm smile, a pat on the back, and sincere words of appreciation.
That's why it was so sad to see him go. However, there was a silver lining: he and his wife were going back to their home town and they were really happy about living close to family again. The general manager of their location had decided that a big send-off was in order – paid for by part of the savings Jeff had managed to gather for their location. They were having somewhat of a grand ball at this big hotel to see them off. Rooms had been paid for by the company to ensure nobody would drink and drive.
Kim sat with others from her department, feeling like a third, fifth, or even seventh wheel... the only single at the table. She wasn't unhappy being single but on certain nights like this, it would have been nice to have a boyfriend or spouse. Especially considering how horny she felt. "Darn hormones!" she thought to herself.
As the evening progressed, there was dancing and partying after all the speeches of praise and good luck for Jeff and his wife. Jeff had made the rounds, dancing with almost every female on staff, including Kim. During their dance, Kim could smell his cologne and felt somewhat intoxicated by it. Jeff was a very handsome man, danced well and his hand on her back as they danced felt warm and strong. Her hormones were raging. She certainly had a muse for that night's solo play!
Later, Kim made her way to the back hallway to go to the ladies' room. It was really quiet in there, a nice change from the ball room. She heard the door open once but then no other sound. She quickly finished up and made her way to the sinks. There, obviously waiting for her was Paulette, Jeff's wife.
Paulette spoke up "Hi Kim! Nice dress!"
Kim's dress was a simple a-line empire waist burgundy dress with spaghetti straps to hold it up. She'd had to buy a corset style bra to hold her breasts up without straps but it was quite comfortable and actually made her feel sexy underneath. The dress was mid-thigh length, long enough to be classy yet short enough to show off her legs.
"Thank you! I like your dress too!"
Paulette's was a classic little black dress with a gorgeous broach on one shoulder. "I particularly like that broach! Did it come with the dress or was it your brilliant idea to add it?"
"Actually, it was Jeff's idea. He got me the broach for our anniversary and when we got dressed, he put it on me. We both liked the look!"
There was a bit of an awkward silent as Kim washed her hands. But then Paulette spoke up. "I have a rather unusual request for you and I'm hoping you'll hear me out."
Kim just nodded, not sure what else to do or say.
Paulette continued "You may not know this but Charlene and I are best friends. We tell each other everything."
Kim stiffened up. Charlene was the wife of her formal general manager and on a recent trip to where they were now located, Charlene had asked Kim to be a gift for her husband. Surely she hadn't shared that intimate a story with Paulette! But Paulette was an excellent body language reader.
"Please don't be mad! Please hear me out."
Kim reached for the paper towels and yanked a couple out of the dispenser. No amount of pleading for her not to be mad would stop the rage she was now feeling.
"Please Kim, I need your help."
"No."
"You haven't even heard what I want to ask! Please Kim, hear me out."
And with that, Paulette clearly blocked the exit. Kim would have had to physically push her out of the way to get out. Though she had enough rage to do so, Kim was not about to cause such a scene and ruin the evening for Jeff. So she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms.
"Kim, I'm sure you've heard that I got raped a few years ago. Jeff has been a great husband and oh-so supportive through all this but despite therapy and all his loving, I still can't have sex with him. Oh, I can give him release with my hands but I just can't take penetration. It's like my brain shuts down my vagina and I've developed this thing called vaginismus so poor Jeff hasn't – sorry for the language here – fucked me in three years."
Kim had not heard of the rape at all. Jeff had obviously kept that quiet to protect his wife. But Kim couldn't say a word, Paulette was speaking fast, babbling really. She continued.
"Jeff's been so supportive through all this and now, for me, he's accepted a transfer back home so I can be close to our families and feel safer. We're both hoping that living away from the city, even though he really likes city living, I can relax and learn to make love to him again. But for now, to thank him for his support, for his patience and for everything he does for me, I'd like to offer him the gift of – pardon my language again – fucking for one night. And Charlene said you'd been so good for her and Trevor so she suggested it."
Kim wanted to scream! How dare Charlene go around telling people what had happened and what she'd done? It was supposed to be extreme discretion!
"Kim, please. I promise nobody else will know about this. Jeff really needs it and I can't do it for him, please say you'll do it. I'll even pay you if you want."
That was it. Her rage was now boiling over. She hissed "I'm not a prostitute! If you want a prostitute, I hear they hang out just a few blocks east of here."
The look of horror on Paulette's face was pitiful. She shook her head and her hands in denial and obvious recoil.
"No! No! I don't want a prostitute! I mean, I offered for Jeff to go to one but he said no. Oh my God, I didn't mean to offend you! I know you're not a prostitute! I was just trying to convince you, I wasn't thinking of the implications of my offering to pay, I'm really sorry. But Kim, please, would you consider this? It's been so hard for him, figuratively and literally. We've tried but I just can't. Have you any idea what vaginismus is? It's a spasm of the vagina that is terribly painful for me and can trap the man inside for a while. The first time it happened, it was so scary!"
The woman was practically begging. Her hands were clenched together as if in a prayer. Kim couldn't help but now feel compassion for Paulette and Jeff. Again, Paulette seemed to read her body language before Kim even realized her body was indicating anything. Paulette grabbed her hands.
"Kim, do this for Jeff, please. He really needs it. And from what I saw when you danced with him, you seem to like him, to be very comfortable being physically close to him. He's a nice man, he's a good lover. Please Kim. Don't make me beg."
The woman was practically in tears. Kim's heart softened.
"Does he know you're asking me this?"
"No."
"Paulette, Jeff is a very straight shooter. He loves you. He'd never cheat on you."
"I will convince him that I won't see it as cheating, that I want him to do this with someone we can trust. Had prostitution not been illegal, I almost had him convinced to try it but he just can't risk getting caught so he declined. You're different. He likes you, I can tell. And it's for his health, physical and mental. He needs the release and hand jobs just aren't the same. He deserves this gift for all he's done for me. You've done it before. Surely you can find it in your heart to do it again. It's for a really good man."
Kim didn't know what to think. Could she indeed do this again? She didn't want to make the decision right away.
"I'll think about it. We really should get back to the ball room before people wonder where we are."
Paulette nodded, turned around and walked out of the ladies' room with Kim. But just before going out, she added "If you agree, just give me your second key card discreetly and I'll send him to your room. Please Kim. I promise to be discreet."
