This story is about infidelity, revenge and forgiveness.
The story is told by the two main characters.
There is little sex in this story so please don't read this if that is all you are interested in.
The story is a complete work of fiction and not based on any real persons or organisations.
An event described in the story in Bali actually occurred in 2017.
Amy' Story
I was stretched out in bed just waking when I felt something hard rubbing and probing between my legs from behind. I was startled and momentarily confused, then realised where I was and smiled contentedly. I felt his body spooned up behind me with an arm draped around, a hand stroking my breast. I parted my knees and let out a small groan as a hard cock penetrated and slowly inched inside me. There was no resistance as I was full of sloppy cum from the night before. He held me gently and very slowly fucked me awake. He knew I loved that. I felt him quicken and I clamped down on him tightly and felt the pulsing of more cum being added to lasts nights' deposits. He held me tightly until his cock slipped out, then I turned and gave my lover a deep kiss. We held each other tenderly until the morning alarm went off. Damn, reality was calling.
My lover got out of bed and headed into his adjoining hotel room to get ready for the day. We always booked two adjoining rooms with an internal connecting door to avoid suspicion. It wouldn't be good if our affair was discovered.
I was Dan's executive assistant. We had been working together for just over two years now and lovers for most of that time. With my role, we had to work very closely together and travel frequently around the country to other offices, meet clients and attend industry sales conferences. This gave us ample opportunity to be together without arousing any suspicion.
Yes, I was married with a husband at home. My marriage had been a bit of a 'shotgun wedding.' I was only 15 years old and in high school dating my first boyfriend Allan. One night when my parents were out one thing led to another and soon after I discovered I was pregnant. By the time we confessed to our parents it was too late to do anything but have the baby. My parents were furious and were pressuring me to adopt the baby. His parents were wanting us to keep it and they even offered to take care of it while we finished school.
Allan stayed with me through the pregnancy, even though we copped a lot of nasty remarks from other school students and our teachers, like me being a slut. Allan got in many fights with other guys who badmouthed me and was even suspended from school for a while.
The birth was terrifying, but he stayed at my side the whole time. Finally we greeted our gorgeous baby girl into the world two days after my 16
th
birthday. As we held Lauren in our arms we knew there was no way we could give her up to someone else.
My parents virtually disowned me at first, so we moved in with Allan's parents and became child-parents ourselves. True to their word, his parents did a lot of Lauren's early parenting while we finished high school.
When we finished school we both got jobs, got married in a simple ceremony and moved into our tiny own house. Our plans for the future of going to university had to be put on hold, yet again, as another 'mistake' resulted in a sister for Lauren we named Emma.
To cut a long story short, with a lot of hard work, parenting grind, and support from our parents over the next decade, we both completed university degrees part time, taking in-turn to study and work. At the same time we managed to raise two wonderful daughters. We were very much in love.
Allan absolutely doted on his 2 girls and they were very close. My relationship with them was a bit more fraught. We used to argue quite a lot and I found myself resenting them at times. I guess I subconsciously blamed them for not having the life I had planned for myself when I was 15.
After graduation from university, I got a job as Executive Assistant to the Business Development Manager of a medical equipment company, Dan Johnson. I was then 29 and he was 38.
Dan and I hit it off really well from the start. We quickly developed into a formidable professional team. I was loving my job, sales were booming, and management was happy and had given me a big raise. I was finally feeling like I had a real normal life.
My job entailed quite a bit of overnight travel, sometimes alone, but more often with my boss Dan. It was really exciting going out to new places around the country to meet clients, negotiate sales deals and rub shoulders with very senior executives. I was getting fantastic experience and loving it. I was away from home around three weeks in every four. My travel schedule could be anything from one to two nights to the whole week away and sometimes on weekends.
While the job and travelling were great, it meant I was away from my husband and girls a lot. Allan had to pick up most of the parenting.
Dan and I spent a lot of time together and got to know each other really well. Despite our age difference, he had been married about the same time as me had three younger children.
To make sure Alan didn't get too concerned about me travelling with my boss, I told him a white lie that I was mostly travelling alone or with another woman. I also told him that while I worked well professionally with my boss, he was a bit of an asshole and I didn't like him personally. In reality my boss was gorgeous and I was fascinated with him as well as very attracted. I loved spending time in his company. When travelling together we had the habit of finding cosy restaurants to have dinner, spending hours sipping wine and chatting.
One night, about six months after I started at the firm, Dan and I had just landed a particularly big sales order earlier that day. We ordered a special dinner to celebrate, together with a bottle of expensive French champagne. After as we sat facing each other feeling both elated and a little fuzzy from the champagne and delicious dinner, he reach out his hand and put it on top of mine. Looking deeply into my eyes he said, "you do know Amy that I am falling very badly for you." My heart burst into a beating frenzy and I couldn't say a word. After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality probably 15 seconds, he stood up and held out his hand to me. I hesitated for a moment then took his hand and stood. He wordlessly he led me up to his hotel room.
Once inside the room we tore each other's clothes off and fell onto the bed in a passionate frenzy. We fucked all night and I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me. In the morning we woke and this time made tender love. I felt I had died and gone to heaven. Our flight home wasn't until late morning so we ordered breakfast and languidly lay in bed naked eating it then made love again before leaving.
On the way home I did have some pangs of guilt about being an unfaithful wife. Rationalising it, I thought that I had never had a chance to 'spread my wings' with other men when younger and I deserved at least one experience. Anyway, it served my husband right for neglecting me as our sex life had never really recovered from the hard early years of our marriage. I realised that I had been so caught up with Dan the previous night I had missed ringing Emma to wish her happy birthday. She had just turned 11 years and was rapidly growing up.
I looked at Dan sitting next to me on the plane and he smiled back and squeezed my hand. I knew despite the guilt and it being wrong, I was hooked.
When I got home the feeling of guilt flooded back. Allan was really happy to see me after a week away, but I shied away from his hugs and kisses. Likewise later that night when he wanted to make love I put him off begging fatigue. I was tired but also very sore from the workout Dan had given me. It was the first time I had ever refused Allan.
'Back to the present', our affair which started 18 months ago was continuing unabated.
Over time I managed my guilt and hid my secret from Allan by locking off part of my emotions when at home. I didn't realise then just how much I was emotionally withdrawing from Allan and my girls. My thoughts always seemed to be about Dan and when we could be together again. The lying to hide it had become second nature and I no longer felt so guilty.
I had fallen hopelessly in love with Dan and occasionally contemplated leaving Allan to be together with him. We had sometimes discussed this in fun while laying together naked after sex but we both realised it was a big step and would cause a lot of hurt, especially to our children.
Our company was expanding so we travelled more often for work. Sometimes when there was no work travel scheduled for the week we would do a fake overnight business trip and go to a hotel in a nearby city for the night. We also occasionally went on short holidays together to celebrate our anniversaries and birthdays, using the excuse of attending a conference at a remote location. The 'conference' was always conveniently situated at a nice beach resort far away. We picked places where there was an actual conference happening so we had an alibi.
We were exceptionally careful at work and had developed a strong 'game face' acting very professionally when any other people were around. We never sneaked off anywhere together to meet clandestinely, we had lunch at different times, arrived and left work at different time, etc. We set up secret email accounts outside the work IT system and only communicated via them. We never met up in our town. When we had to socialise at office functions it was only in big groups and we never sat together or had one-on one chats. I usually called home at the end of the day at a time of my choosing so I couldn't be interrupted or surprised. I never told Allan where I was staying and he never asked. At home, I bitched to my husband about my 'hard assed' boss and the need to travel so often and work so hard. He often asked why I didn't find another job with a nice boss and less travel. I just told him I was learning too much and being paid too much to quit.
At occasional work functions where partners were expected to attend, we had been very careful to manage our expressions and emotions. I had introduced my husband to my boss and he introduced his wife to us. We were always careful to have a short polite chit-chat then move on and talk to other colleagues. After that we never looked sideways at each other.
In all we covered our tracks meticulously. No-one ever suspected anything.
My Husband Allan was happy for me to be doing well at work, but was also irritated that I was away so much and a lot of the parenting fell on his shoulders on top of his own work as an IT consultant.
I still loved my husband, of course, though I noticed we seemed to be drifting apart. He always seemed to be busy with the girls and his work. I realised guiltily we rarely had sex anymore and our affection had diminished. I made a mental note to try to make it up to him.
