A Young Wife with Thic Glasses

A Young Wife with Thick Glasses

Jack Harrison

It was a cold day in March, when I met her. My boss, William Andrews, introduced her as our new analyst Marybeth Ferguson, call me Beth. Due to her body being concealed by a thick blue parka, I couldn't tell much about her appearance. She was slender, dark hair in a pixie cut, and horn rim glasses with coke bottle bottom lenses. Consequently, it was her intelligence and personality that impressed me first. She told us that she was looking forward to working with all of us come Monday morning. Somewhere along the way I did notice the double rings on her left-hand ring finger. She was the fourth analyst to join my financial analysis section which also had a secretary/receptionist/file clerk. Donna, my secretary and her were the only females under my supervision. My second impression was how easily Beth chatted with Donna, giving no hint of condescension. My other analysts varied between curt orders and flirting, both behaviors seeming a bit condescending. I focused on Donna being an important member of our team. It seemed that I might have an ally in that pursuit.

I had first met her in my boss's office but left the interview when the HR salary analyst came on the scene. My boss did ask me in a short phone call if I was all right with joining my team and since I had already seen her impressive resume, I acquiesced. She already had two years of experience while her husband was finishing grad school, she was hired as a Financial Analyst II, at a salary equal to the highest of my three Analyst I's.

To say she hit the ground running would be an understatement, by the end of two weeks, it was clear that she my second in command. She quickly acquired an understanding of our current projects and was often assisting the other analysts while in waiting for her own projects. Our department dressed informally, although I usually wore slacks and a dress shirt, and kept a tie and sports coat in my office for significant meetings. Her first day at work she wore a sweater and jeans, and it became abundantly clear that she had both ample boobs and bottom. It was still hard to tell about her waist, but I estimated her to be around 34B-23-34, a bit more sexy than my first impression indicated.

By the middle of her second month, I had no doubt that she could do my job as well as I could, which my performance reviews indicated was extremely good. I was never worried about her trying to undercut me, and her behavior seconded that view. I started taking her along with me to some meetings, and occasionally, she had deeper insights into a project than I did. At six months, we were in a quandary as to whether to promote her to Assistant Department Head or Analyst III. One of my Analyst I's was being promoted to Analyst II, and he had almost as much experience as she did. We didn't want him to feel under compensated, so we made her Assistant Department Chief, which she was already, in all but name. Everyone in my department got good raises, including my girl Friday, since our department's performance had been exemplary.

At the company Christmas party, we finally got to meet her husband. It turned out that he was an instructor at a branch of the local community college. He was a good-looking guy, tall and slender, and somewhat guided her around. She had worn very flattering black dress, which showed that she not only had cleavage, but nice long legs at least the part between her high heels and mid-thighs. She admitted she could only see a few feet without her glasses, and so she compromised by mostly hanging the glasses around her neck.

There were many attractive wives and employees at the party, but Beth was easily the belle of the ball and spent a good part of the evening dancing and chatting with executives and other would-be Lotharios. I could tell that Scott, her husband, was getting irritated by her endless popularity, and so I tried to engage him in conversation. His interests were primarily in English Lit and teaching. Our English Lit conversation lasted about five minutes, based on the last novel I had read, and the teaching conversation lasted about ten minutes, based on the teaching part of my departmental supervision.

Things came to a head after one suitor was a little handsy during a slow dance. When she returned to our table, he let her have it with both barrels, "I told you your boobs were hanging out, and every hard dick in here has felt your ass!"

She replied, "William Riddick! Neither of those statements is completely true! Now sit down, and let's talk."

He exclaimed, "I've said everything I have to say. I'm going home with you or without you." He drained his drink and stalked toward the door.

She said, "William, wait!" She headed after him and tripped over a chair. She pulled on her glasses as I helped her to her feet. "William!" she shouted again. He continued his rapid trek to the door.

She asked me, "What's wrong with him?"

I told her, "Beats me. Do you want me to take you home?"

She said, "Damn! It's not even eleven. This thing isn't over until one. He's never acted like this at a faculty party."

I explained, "I can't help you with that, but I can give you a ride home. Now or when the party's over. He seemed awfully hot."

She replied, "I think we're going to have raised voices whenever I get home. I'm having a good time, and I want to stay until it's over."

I went and got her a drink. When I returned, it was clear that if anything her popularity had increased. Although she frequently sipped it between dances, it lasted until well after twelve. She then told me, "I guess I'm ready to face the music. If you don't mind, I'm ready to go home."

I had a five-year-old Corvette that I had purchased very soon after starting my job. She seemed appropriately impressed.

Once we were underway, She said, "Nice, Ride."

I admitted, "I bought it to impress single women. It's done its job!"

She replied, "I bet it has. It even impresses this married woman."

I responded, "Good to know."

She continued, "I love my husband even if he does have some jealousy and anger issues. I'm not about to stray from the marital bed. I'm telling you, Jack, if I ever did stray, you would be high on my list."

I was surprised, but managed to say, "Thank you for the compliment. I think you're one of the most amazing women I've ever met."

She answered, smiling, "Even though I'm almost blind."

I said, "I guess that makes you even more impressive."

She told me, "I never asked for retinopathy of prematurity, but thanks anyway, and thanks for the ride. This is it. You can drop me at the curb or in the driveway."

It wasn't a good sign that he was waiting for her at the door, unsmiling. I waved at him. He didn't wave back. I couldn't help them anymore after the door closed behind her. I hoped she wouldn't have a black eye when she got to work Monday morning.

She didn't. She did walk into my office and shut the door behind her, "Do you want to hear what happened Saturday night?"

I said, "Only if you want to tell me."

She replied, "I do. If nothing else, I'm afraid our problems might affect my work."

I replied, "Knock yourself out!"

She began, "He never threatened me physically, but he did move into the guest room. Sunday morning, he was gone when I woke up and he stayed away all day Sunday. Sunday night he came back around ten. He had been drinking but wasn't polluted. He told me, 'I'm still angry with you. We'll talk tomorrow night.' This morning, he was gone again before I got up. I have no idea what he's doing today, but he does seem awfully put out with me."

Tuesday morning, she again came into my office first thing and shut the door, "He gave me the word last night. He said he discussed it with his attorney and decided to give me a second chance, but only because of Allen. Allen's our three-year-old son. He seems to think the matter is closed, but now I'm the angry one. I think I'm going to talk to my attorney. I haven't done anything to deserve this, and if he wants to be a horse's ass, I think Allen and I both will be better off without him."

All I could think of to say was, "Maybe he'll cool off in a day or two. He probably hasn't thought about all of your good attributes."

She said, "We've been married four years. He's had plenty of time to be aware of all of my good attributes. It's true he hasn't pulled a stunt like this before, but unfortunately, I knew he had a jealous and angry streak even before I married him."

I told her, "I think everyone will be better off if you don't do anything to inflame the situation. Just give him a few days to think things through."

She said, "Thanks for listening. I think I'll try what you say. But if he doesn't change his tune by the weekend, I'll not think twice about booting him to the curb."

I thought about trying to talk to William but decided against it. I didn't know him well enough to give him marital advice, or even to know what would make things worse. Best for me to stay out of it as much as I could, being supervisor at work, and perhaps, a bit of a friend.

From my perspective, nothing happened until she again gave me a heads up on the following Monday morning. She began, "He's being a real knucklehead. I suggested I didn't really do anything to deserve the way he was treating me, and he totally lost it. He cursed and called me names. When he finally let me say something. I asked him if that's how he wanted to leave it. His reply was, 'Yes, exactly." I'll be seeing a family law attorney this afternoon, if I can take a couple of hours off. I see no reason to put up with anymore of his bullshit."

I told her, "Take as much time off as you need, even if it's days. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."

On Friday, she asked me if I would help her move to her new apartment on Saturday. I showed up around ten with a U-Haul truck. Unfortunately, William was there. His first words were, "So you're the one who's been fucking my wife!"

I told him, sternly, "I haven't touched your wife. You need to cool off ant turn it down a notch."

He continued, "You fucking asshole! Don't add lying to what you've already been doing. You think you can just fuck a married woman, anytime you want."

I explained in a quiet voice, "I came here to help her move. That's all. If you interfere, I'll put you on your back. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

He seemed to be getting hotter, "This is my house. It's no house of ill repute, even if a whore lives here."

I said, "All right! I've had enough!" I took a step toward him. Although he was taller, I was bigger and in better shape.

He backed up, "I'm going to be watching you. No hanky panky, and no messing with my stuff!"

I said, "Not a problem. We'll try to do our work and get out of here as soon as we can. Is that okay with you?"

He wasn't a happy camper, but he muttered, "Okay," and preceded us into the house. He went into what appeared to be his den and slammed the door.

Beth looked at me, "I'm so sorry. We used to love each other. I don't think we do anymore."

I replied, "Let's do what we have to do and get out of here as quick as we can."

The most difficult thing for us to move was the guest room double bed. She explained that the guest room furniture was much more appropriate for her apartment than the master furniture. I quickly found out that in addition to her other attributes, she was very strong for her size. The heaviest piece of furniture was a sofa, which fortunately wasn't a hide-a-bed as those probably weigh twice as much.

We managed to pack everything up by around four that afternoon. We parked and locked the truck at her new apartment. She was staying in a motel for one more day. She thanked me profusely. I bought her takeaway and took it to the motel. She arrived with Allen almost at the same time. She shed a few tears. She told me that I had gone far beyond anyone's idea of duty. We decided that we would meet at the apartment at nine the next morning.

Fortunately, her apartment was on the ground floor. Again, it took us until around four, but we had assembled and made the bed, her silverware was in the right drawer, and all she needed now was groceries. Again, we ate out. She had baby food for little Allen. I had a great workout for the last two days; she must have been even more exhausted. Fortunately, my apartment had a hot tub.

Monday we were both walking gingerly. She invited me to dinner Tuesday night as a down payment for all that I had done. I assumed it would be okay, my idea being she was separated from William, and she and I were friends, a little more than acquaintances but not a lot more. She had made an all-out effort Tuesday night. Candlelight, wine, and a divine meat loaf.

Afterward we sat on her sofa and sipped wine. She said, "This has been a horrible time in my life. The only thing making it bearable has been you."

I replied, "Thank you. That's what friends are for."

She told me, "Jack, I want you to be more than my friend." She took her glasses off and laid very wet, full of tongue kiss on me.

I have never had a reaction to a kiss like that before. It seemed that I was almost instantly aroused. I kissed her back with my best, take-me-home kiss.

She replied, "Jack, you'll have to lead me to my bedroom." In the back of my head, I was hearing sounds of dissent , but I ignored them. It just felt so right and so good to take her to her bedroom, strip her nude, while she returned the favor, and kiss and tongue most of her body.

After I guided her to her first orgasm with my tongue licking her clit, and my fingers teasing her boobs by reaching around her thighs. I stuck her with my entire eight inches, entering slowly at first because of my size.

She seemed to complain, "Ohmigod, you're stretching me, Jack!"

I asked, "Should I pull out?"

She quickly replied, "Don't you dare."

It was delightful stroking her. Her expression almost seemed pained, but I believed it was anticipation of her coming climax, so I increased the power and tempo of my thrusts. It didn't take long for her to begin crying out her ecstasy in a multi-convulsion orgasm. As we lay in each other's arms panting, she said, "Oh, Jack, that was so good."

I loved telling women to assume the position. Those were my next words to her, and she responded by rolling over into the doggy style alignment. I penetrated and began fucking her. I think neither of us was in the mood to make love. She apparently wanted to forget the trauma that William had become, and I wanted to use this opportunity to make her totally mine. I banged her to three orgasms before deciding it was time for the flatiron. I pushed her flat into the prone position and again entered her from the rear. Since this was our first time together, I thought the inner flatiron might be better than the outer variation. The inner variation is more closely related to doggy style since I was penetrating her with my legs between hers. I really liked ramming her butt because she was so responsive, calling out each time I pounded her. After her first orgasm, I pulled her head around so I could kiss her. On the second time, I actually started to cum before her orgasm, but she quickly joined me.

We lay side by side, both of us panting from our exertions. She spoke first. "Jack, I don't know how to tell you this, but if I'd had any idea, it would be like this, I would have dumped that asshole a long time ago. I hope you don't get a swelled head over this, but you're by far the best lover I have ever had."

I thought a moment and replied, "Thanks for the compliment, but I thought you were pretty fantastic yourself. Before you said that, I would have been willing to give you all the credit for a truly fantastic fuck."

She replied, "Instead of worrying about that, let's see what we can do about a repeat performance." My answer to that was to squeeze her so that her boobs pressed against my chest and stick my tongue as far as it would go into her mouth.

Her response was to grab my cock with one hand and squeeze one of my buttocks with the other hand. I didn't understand why but her actions created the desired response almost immediately. My immediate desire was to once more to feel my cock surrounded by the warmth and wetness of her delightful pussy.

I determined that the quickest solution would be the left temple position. I pulled her left knee up and sliding my legs underneath, quickly grasped her right upper thigh between my own two strong fellows. This gave me the leverage to give her a thorough banging, ramming my manhood into her love canal over and over until she screamed her joy in climax again. Explaining the need for symmetry, I crawled over her into the right temple position. I liked these two positions because I had a nice view of her body and could also rub her tummy and tits with one hand, while I used my lower arm to maintain my balance. After the next orgasm I decided that we should stretch our legs.

I stood on the floor first and then helped her to her feet. Approached from her back I grasped her arms for leverage and penetrated her in the standing prison guard position. We then did the ballet dancer position facing each other so we could also kiss as well as enjoy genital contact. I then laid her back on the bed and we both finished this bout in the drop box position.

We moved back to the bed for our third round and afterward dropped off to sleep. We awoke at dawn and only had time for a quickie, before I had to head home for a quick shower and other workday preparations.

Again, she entered my office and closed the door, "Talk to me!"

I explained, "We shouldn't have started so soon, but I don't see how I can give you up."

She asked, "So what do you want to do?"

I said, "I'll bring a change of clothes to your place, so we don't have to hurry quite so much tomorrow morning."

She gave me a smile of approval, "Sounds like a plan. What time are you coming over?"

As the divorce progressed, William made several attempts at being conciliatory, but the only thing he seemed to be hard over on was child custody. He accepted two weekends a month until Allen started school, and then he would have Allen for one month during summer vacation.

I told my boss about our relationship. He told me that there was one problem and that he would discuss it with Beth first. After meeting with my boss, Bill Andrews, she came immediately to my office and told me what was going on. Bill was being promoted to VP-Finance as his boss was retiring. I was to be promoted to Assistant VP-Finance. Beth was in line to become Department Chief, but there was a question because she would be reporting to me. They had suggested two solutions. She could remain essentially in her current position with a promotion to Analyst III, in which case one of her subordinates would be promoted over her, or they were willing to promote her to Department Chief of Sales Analysis, which had a different chain of command. She told me she would follow my guidance but was leaning toward the Department Chief - Sales Analysis position. I concurred, so that problem was solved unless one of us was promoted to the Executive Suite.

Several months after her divorce was finalized, I proposed to her, and six months later we were married. This was the beginning of the happiest part of my life. The only issue with her career was the frequency of her pregnancy leaves as over the next five years, as she joined me in adding Darryl, Suzette, and Victoria to our family. Her ex-husband had moved away, remarried, and apparently with the urging of his new wife, given up his interest in Allen. Consequently, I adopted him. I was never sure if he remembered his adoption, and I never reminded him.