The story of the downfall of a beautiful faithful housewife and mother, her needs met, and the painful rise once again to fulfilment.
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The minute he walked into the office she felt a surge in her belly, it took her by surprise because she hadn't felt that for many a year. The Chairman introduced him to us all, me being the last because I was to be his new personal secretary. The last area manager had left taking his with him, so I was promoted to my new role.
My name is Daphne Jenkins, I am thirty years ld, I'm 5ft 8" and about 5ft 11" and a bit in my heels, which I always wear at work because it gives me a height advantage over all the women there, and more or less equal eye level with most of the men. But it didn't give me anything with Daniel Walker the new manager; he was at least 6ft 3."
I am married, and have been for the last 9 years to my husband, Malky Jenkins. He is a house husband; it is an agreement that has worked perfectly for us. I have a university education and a degree in business management. I will share my role as personal secretary, or assistant if you like, with my role as office manager.
I have always been able to earn more money than Malky so we decided to switch roles when our two children came along. And my new position earns me even more.
We live comfortably, Malky has a little earner he does on the computer in between looking after our children in the day, and this relieves the pressure on him so he isn't a kept man. Though that hasn't stopped our friends from ribbing him on an off, but only in jest, they know the score.
If there has been a drawback it's been in the bedroom, I have somehow assumed the dominant role between the sheets. I don't know how or when it became apparent, but it has. And now it's me who gets him, does the initiating thing some how, and not the other way round. We do have some great sessions, but I would like it to be him who jumps my bones once in a while, instead of me driving him.
I don't even think Malky knew or even knows it's happened, and maybe he doesn't care, but I do, and now I'm beginning to resent it. Maybe resentment is too strong a word, dislike might be a better one. A woman likes to be pursued doesn't she? At least some times any way. Even when I've cum as hard as I can, I sometimes curl up after and wish he had got me instead.
It was a frustration that was slowly building, I never realised it was until it was more or less too late to stop what happened, then I couldn't, then I didn't want to. My new boss got me; it was a simple as that. He got me because my husband looked like he had lost the ability or need to chase me. He seemed to sense that all was not well and also sensed it was a domestic thing and not work related.
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself here, now you know that soon, my new boss is going to have me, the way I wanted Malky to have me. Back to me then, I have dark brunette hair, its long down my back when I let it down, at work I always have it up. Well I am a high powered business woman aren't I? I am good looking, more so than a lot of women, my height gives me a sexual power presence, at least that's what Malky says.
I weigh in at around 126lbs, so I don't err on the skinny side, I am proud of my body, it goes where its supposed to go, even after two children I still have my womanly shape. Its smooth, it flows, and its sensitive even now, and very sensitive sometimes. My face and my legs are my best assets, that my own opinion by the way.
My legs taper in a straight line from top to toe, I don't have bony knees or ankles, the flesh around them is lush, soft and a complexion free zone.
My face is blemish free, I need no help from cosmetics apart from the usual stuff to enhance what I already have. My eyes are large and hazel in hue, I have a nice roundly nose, under which my lips stand out in a pout and full way, a little heart shaped.
Malky will often tell me that he has seen men and boys giving me a double take in shop windows or when walking by. In restaurants, men watch me glide to the ladies room, and those facing the other way watch me when I glide back, and those with watchful women give me definite furtive glances. So all in all I am very happy with the way I look, and who I am.
I had plenty of boy friends growing up, two were serious but it never happened, and yes I have dabbled with another woman just to see what it was like and I enjoyed it a lot. But men were my real priority, and when I met my husband all was set in the proper way.
But as many marriages progress hiccoughs can occur, and I was about to have the biggest of them all. I had fended off every man that had made advance to me with no trouble. I was married, I had two children, I was happy, I think. And above all I was faithful and would remain that way for ever, or so I thought.
Lovemaking with Malky was tailing off, I discussed it with him, his main theme for and answer was, I was working hard and wasn't always up for it. I nearly choked on my corn flakes, as it were.
"Malky, there is hardly a time when I'm not up for it," I protested, "how can you say that to me, how can you even think it?" I demanded.
"Daphne I try, but sometimes you don't seem to be there, and it puts me off now and again."
"Put you off! It puts you off; you want to try a bit harder my friend!" I said indignantly. Then I hit him below the belt. "I'm the one who goes out to work, the one who puts bread on the table," I fumed. I regretted it immediately, but I'd said it, there was no taking it back.
"Yes Daphne you are and you do, but I'm the one who cares for our children while you live and play the high life," and with that he stormed off to bed. I followed him after a few minutes; and got into bed with him.
"I'm sorry Malky, that was cruel, please forgive me?" I asked.
"There's nothing to forgive Daph, its how you feel or you wouldn't have said it, now I need to sleep, the kids and I have a big day tomorrow, its sports day, goodnight."
Sports day! I had forgotten, and I had also forgotten that I had told them I would take the afternoon off to be there. And it was too late to change plans. I had a meeting tomorrow afternoon with Daniel and the Chairman. I put my arm around Malky but he never moved, he wasn't talking, and I couldn't blame him.