This is the next part of my story about a mature married woman who becomes the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss.
Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here. Lydia has to decide what she wants after discovering how James is willing to treat her
As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome.
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The following morning saw Lydia wake up very early, 5am, still deep in thought about the events of yesterday. As was now usual for the last number of weeks her mind was in turmoil, totally confused by what she was doing, how her life had completely changed in a very short period.
She thought back to the previous afternoon when she had visited her boss' apartment, delivering important papers that he needed to conclude a key contract, vital to the continuation of the company. That at least was the pretence he had for her being at his home.
James had planned for all of the events to take place, for her to please Gerry, the key client with whom he was trying to conclude the contract. Gerry had not been aware of her presence until he arrived but he was more than willing to take his reward for signing the contract.
She had known that Gerry was attracted to her from a dinner they had the previous week. She had hoped in going to James' home that she would have some sexual contact with him but she had not been prepared for his willingness to share her with Gerry.
What confused her most was that she did not know if she was upset with him or not. She knew, deep down, that she had enjoyed stripping in front of the client and that she had been very turned on by her part in finalising the contract, helping James and the company. Being taken by both of them at once had been the best sexual experience of her life to date. On the reverse side she had felt used and humiliated and that she didn't like.
Of course she was also feeling very guilty for cheating on her sick husband, William. He had now been in hospital for many weeks and it was uncertain if he would ever be able to return to work. That was the reason she had taken the secretary job in the first place, her first job since before she had been married, more than 30 years ago.
William had been the only man she had ever been with sexually before her encounters with James, and now Gerry as well. William would be leaving the hospital soon and she realised that he would need constant care and attention. She felt really bad for cheating on him but she also knew that she had got more satisfaction and fulfilment in the last few weeks than in all the years with her husband. She also felt guilty at the way she was behaving because of her kids. She wondered what might have happened if she had allowed her daughter Gillian, aged 21, to take the secretary role rather than continue in college, as had been the first choice put on the table by James.
She could not help but think whether Gillian would now be in her position, pleasing James however he wanted. She did not like the image of her under James' desk or sandwiched between him and Gerry. She did worry what her kids would think or do if they discovered what she was up to.
She looked at the bedside clock to see that it was almost 6.30am, time to get up and get ready for the day. She did not know how she would react to James today or how he might treat her. She started to shake in a way she did not understand and had to throw water on her face and drink some water to calm herself down. She wondered if she was having a panic attack and lay down again on her bed. After another 30 minutes she heard movement of her kids rising and showering and she rose from her bed, putting a gown on, before going downstairs to get her son his breakfast. On entering the kitchen Gillian was sitting down at the table, eating her muesli.
"Are you ok Mum, you look terrible."
"I don't feel great to be honest Love."
"What is it," worried at how pale her mother looked.
"I don't know, I just feel very shaky all of a sudden, maybe I'm coming down with a cold or something."
"Well you look terrible, you can't go to work like that."
That gave her another sense of panic. How could she not go to work, what would James think.
"I'll be fine after a coffee."
"No, you will not, let me call James and tell him you're unwell."
This gave her even more feelings of panic. There was no way she wanted Gillian talking to James about anything, "No, I will call him myself, you're right, I'm not able to go to work today."
Her daughter looked at her. She was worried at how her mother had been acting over the last number of weeks, how she had changed in terms of how she dressed, going out at night, coming home looking very flushed and at times stressed. She had thought about speaking to her father about it but decided against it as she didn't want to worry him more. He needed to recover from his accident and worrying him would do no good. She had even thought about going to see James and asking him if her mum was stressed at work but decided against that for now. She would watch her more closely to make sure she was ok.
After Gillian had left for college she got her son out to school with a hug and a kiss, the hug longer than usual, in time to get his 8.15 school bus. She was still feeling very shaky and unstable on her feet and headed back upstairs to her bedroom to lay on her bed. She wondered how she should inform James of her absence and worried about his reaction. She decided on a text message and typed, "James, I'm sorry I will not at work today, I don't feel well," looking at it several times before pressing send.
James had woken a number of hours earlier, very pleased with the events with her and Gerry. What pleased him even more was the signed contract in his hand. This contract gave the company some security for the immediate future though he was aware that they still had some financial difficulties that he was trying to hide from his father, the founder of the company.
He knew that he was testing Lydia the previous day but he had done so with some confidence that she would submit to him and Gerry, if she thought that she was helping him and the company to survive. He had surprised Gerry by asking him if he wanted a signing bonus, looking at Lydia at the same time. Of course he knew the older man wanted her so he told him to delay signing the contract and to convince her that she needed to close the deal.
He pretended to leave the apartment and watched from the bedroom as Gerry had his fun before joining them for the final act. Part of him felt guilty for treating her so badly, particularly the way in which he dismissed her afterwards. He could not help his desire to use, humiliate and degrade women but he felt guilty for doing it to her.
He heard his phone beep and looked at her message. The first thought that crossed his mind was that he had gone too far, that he had pushed her limits too fast. His sense of jubilation from the previous day left him quickly as he read and reread her message. He wondered how to respond. He decided to wait for a while before doing so.
At the same time William was meeting with his doctors to discuss his treatments. They told him that he could go home on Friday, just two days away. They asked him if his family had made preparations for his return. He responded that they didn't know what was needed but that he would contact his wife.
When they left him alone he lay on his bed, deep in thought as to how his wife would react to the news of his homecoming. It worried him that he was unsure whether she would welcome the news or not. He had seen many changes in her, seeing her gain a lot of self-confidence since she had started her job, noticing how much socialising she was doing. All of this from a woman that had never worked outside the home, without many friends, who had been content to be a wife and a mother, looking after the home and family while he worked. He worried that she would not be happy to give him the attention he needed. An hour later he sent her a message asking her to call him when she could.
She lay on her bed, trying to sleep, yet listening out for her phone to beep to let her know James' reaction to her absence. She still felt bad and now did start to think whether in fact she had picked up something, that she was ill. It was now after 9 and she had not heard from him. That worried her more, making her feel even worse. She jumped when she heard her phone beep and was disappointed to see it was a message from her husband. She read it before lying down again on her bed, thinking about what he could want. After 20 minutes she rang him, he answered immediately.
"Hi Love, how are you?"
"Actually, I'm at home in bed, I'm not feeling too good."
"Oh, what is it?"
"I don't know, just didn't feel well when I woke up."
"Was it something you ate yesterday perhaps?"
Her first thought was the cock she had in her mouth yesterday, "No, I don't think so."
"Are you going to see a doctor?"
"I'll wait to see how I feel later, what's your news?"
"The doctors told me I could go home on Friday."
For a moment she was silent, feeling the panic grow in her stomach, shaking more, "That's great news."
He had noticed her momentary silence, "Are you sure, it's not going to be easy."
She felt guilty for her silence, "Why would you say that, of course we'll all be delighted to have you home."
"The doctors asked if you had prepared for it."
"What do we need to do?"
