I have been fucking my husband's boss for over a year. My husband doesn't have a clue about what is going on. Jim is my husbands boss. Jim is 6'3 and weighs about 210 pounds. He has short brown hair and blue eyes. Jim is very tall but muscular, since he is a carpet installer. He is a very good looking man, and a great lover.
I don't really know why, or how this affair started. Im not all that great looking, at least I don't think I am. I am about 5'1 and I weigh about 130 pounds. Im kinda thick for my size, but hey that's what having kids does to your body. I used to be a weight lifter in high school, and I still have my great legs and arms. The middle is my problem, Im lazy what can I say. I have long light brown hair, and blue eyes. I guess it is my personality that gets a mans attention. Im very funny, and sharp witted. I am always around to make a smart ass comment or to make you laugh.
I guess how me and Jim got together was, on a fluke. After James my husband, and Jim get off of work they come to our house, and drink a few beers to relax. They have done this ever since James has worked for that carpet company. James and Jim are best friends. Whenever James left the room Jim would always wink at me, or smile. Then we would chat about all of the things James does that gets on our nerves. Since James doesn't always work with Jim, and often he goes and works with the owner of the company. Jim would come over after he was done working, and he would wait for James to get home. We would talk and gripe about, all of the stupid things James does that makes us mad. I guess Jim and I had a special relationship. We could gripe about our partners and get it all off of our chests. Jim would gripe about his wife Lisa, and I would gripe about James. We were becoming fast friends.
A year ago, Lisa left Jim and moved to another state. So Jim put his house up for sale, and I helped him clean his house. I boxed up all of the things he didn't need, and made sure his house was clean when the house was shown to other buyers. Jim would call me, and tell me to go let his dogs out. I would put one in the cage, and take the other to my house. More often he would call for me to go over to his house to clean it, so it wasn't a mess for other people to see. I really didn't mind since, I am a stay at home mom. Jim would either pay me twenty dollars, or buy me a few beers when we would all go out to the bar. So far my relationship with Jim was on a friend level, until one Friday night.
As usual, James, Jim and I were sitting around talking and watching sports. James went outside to finish putting breaks on his truck. I went into the kitchen to finish making dinner. Jim came into the kitchen to get another beer. He started some small talk about work and his dogs. Then I asked him about his daughter, since she has cystic fibrosis. She was the same age as my oldest daughter. Jim was telling me all about her treatments, and it was hard for Lisa to keep up with all the doctors appointments. I told him, that when Paige would visit next time, he should bring her over so she could play with my daughter.
Jim said, " You have been so nice by helping me get my house together. I can't thank you enough."
" No problem, I have nothing else better to do."
" You have no idea how much of a help you have been. I don't think I could have gotten it all done without help."
" Really it wasn't a problem. I know you have been going through a bad time, but what are friends for."
That is when I turned around to get some onions out of the basket on the counter. Jim leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at first, I didn't know what to say or do. All in all I liked the kiss.
Jim looked into my eyes and said, " Im sorry, but I have wanted to do that for a long time. I hope your not mad at me. Please don't tell James, because he will get so mad and you know that."
" I wont."
It was about two months later, when Jim called me to go over to his house and clean, before another set of potential buyers got there. So I took my kids over to the neighbors house, and told her that I would be back in an hour or so. I pulled into Jim's driveway. I walked up to the door and walked in. I started to clean the family room, and living room. I was in the back bathroom off of the master bed room, when I heard the front door shut. I thought this was odd, since the people were not supposed to be there for another two hours.
Then I heard Jim's voice say, "Heather,where are you at?"
I said, " Im in your bathroom cleaning."
Jim walked back into the bed room, and sat on his bed. I asked him, " What are you doing here? You don't get off work until at least six o'clock."
" Well, I decided to stop by to see how things looked. Plus I don't have another job scheduled until four."