I've gone from being a big wheel in a small company to being a much smaller wheel in a big, foreign owned conglomerate. The transition hasn't been easy for me. Especially since my new boss is quite a bit younger than I am. It's especially annoying that he's nice and I like him. The new parent company is French and they shipped him over from Paris. So not only is he young, good looking and smart, but he has this disgusting accent. He even pronounces my name like Jacque. My name is Jack. Every girl/woman in the office is in love with him. It's just disgusting, that's what it is.
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"Can I get you something to drink? All I have cold is beer, but if you'd like wine I have a nice merlot," I asked Henri, my new boss.
"A beer sounds wonderful Jacque."
We'd come over to my house to pick up the paperwork in my briefcase that I'd forgotten at home. He needed it for an early morning meeting. Fortunately he wasn't upset with me since I hadn't known that he would need it.
It was a hot day and I wasn't sure where my wife, Janice, was. When we came in the front door, I'd called her name and gotten no response.
Henri gratefully took the beer. "Sorry I missed your wife. I've seen the picture you have of her in your office. You are a very lucky man."
I smiled at the thought of that picture. My wife is almost fifteen years younger than I am and besides being pretty; she has a body to kill for. "I'm not sure I want you to meet her," I joked.
I already told you that Henri was younger than I and better looking to boot. I'm really jealous of all of the attention he gets from the women at the office. Even the married ones make comments about him in front of me. I have to admit that it's understandable. He has those boyish good looks that make woman wanted to mother him; in a carnal way I was sure. They swoon over his black, wavy hair and those dimples when he smiles; Jesus, no one should be that handsome.
He looked at me quizzically. "Just joking," I said. "Let me go get the file from my briefcase. I'll be right back."
"No problem Jacque, take your time."
I left Henri in the living room and went back to my office to get the file. Unfortunately it wasn't in my briefcase as I expected. My desk was a mess and it took me several minutes to find the file.
I returned to the living room, but saw Henri standing by the window in the dining room looking out at our backyard while he drank his beer. "Here's the file," I said. When he turned and looked at me I thought he looked startled.
As I walked toward him he looked out the window one more time and then turned toward me looking flustered. "Jacque I'm sorry." He looked out the window. "I guess that's your wife out by the pool. I did not mean to stare at her."
I looked out the window and felt my face getting red. Yes, it was my wife. She was lying on her stomach on the lounger, stark naked. Her cute, round little buttocks glistened with suntan lotion. Her head was away from us and she had her legs spread immodestly with her toes pointed toward the house. I could just make out her dark pubic hair showing under the crack of her cute ass. Her jet black hair made her skin look even whiter and with her complexion, I've often told her that she shouldn't lie out in the sun, but she does it anyhow.
I looked back at Henri and saw that he was looking at her again. I thought that the proper thing for him to do would be to go back into the living room, but I'm not sure that I wouldn't have done the same thing in his shoes.
"Uh, I'd better let her know that we have company," I said. I was sort of half embarrassed and half proud of my lovely wife. I walked over to the slider; noticing that Henri stayed by the window; watching Janice.
I opened the slider and leaned out. Janice heard the slider and lifted up on her elbows and looked at me. Before I could say a word, she got up facing me and said, "Hi Jack, why don't you come out and join me?" She stood there, seeing no reason to cover her pert little breasts; or for that matter, anything.
"Uh Hon, we have company. My boss is here."
"Your boss, your boss is here?"
"Uh yeah."
She turned around and looked down at the chaise lounge. "Do you see my robe?" She sounded a little rattled.
"Uh no."
She turned back to me and put one hand over a breast while she looked at the house. I glanced at the dining room window and saw Henri still standing there, taking in the view.
I'm sure that Janice saw him and wasn't sure what to do, but after a moments indecision she splayed her hand in front of her pubis and sort of half ran toward me causing the breast she wasn't holding to bounce seductively. Going right by me, she turned and ran down the hall to our bedroom.
I turned and looked at Henri. He took a sip of beer while he watched her naked derriere disappear down the hall.
"Uh sorry Henri."
"You do not have to apologize to me. I guess that I should apologize to you. But your wife is so beautiful I could not take my eyes off of her."
"Uh thanks," I said lamely. I shrugged; what happened, happened. I noticed that his beer was empty. "Can I get you another beer?"
"No, I should get going."
But then, the bedroom door opened and Janice emerged. She'd thrown on a tank top and shorts. Since I could see her nipples poking the fabric I assumed that she hadn't put on any underwear.
"I'm so sorry. You must be Mr. Armaund," she said advancing on my boss with her hand out.
Please call me Henri," he said, pronouncing it with a silent h. As he smiled the dimples on his cheeks looked boyishly handsome. "I am sorry; I did not mean to intrude."
He took her hand, bent his head and lightly brushed his lips against the back. Enchanté Mrs. Regan."
"It's Janice, she said blushing. "Jack didn't tell me he was bringing home guests." She turned, clearly flustered and said, "Here, let me get you another beer," and without waiting for a reply, went into the kitchen.
I smiled at Henri; unsure how to handle the situation. We heard the refrigerator open, bottles clinking, followed by three pops. Seconds later she returned with three beers and handed one to each of us.
"Why don't we go out and sit by the pool," she suggested.
Janice led the way. I motioned Henri through the slider and closed it after we'd exited. When I turned back I saw Henri holding a lawn chair for her to sit on. It looked like he looked down her tank top as she sat. Men can't get enough, I thought. As he sat, I walked by her and couldn't resist looking down her top also. It was billowed out from her chest and I had a perfect view of a breast and a hard nipple.
Henri was charming and now seemed in no hurry to leave as we chatted about the weather, or whatever.
"You have a beautiful home Mrs. Regan."
"Thank you," she replied. "But please call me Janice."
"Janice, that is a beautiful name," he replied; rewarding her with his dimpled smile. She smiled back, clearly pleased with the compliment.
We sat there and drank beer. Once I went in and filled a bucket with ice and beer and we were working our way through it. I was actually enjoying myself, despite what I took to be Henri's occasional flirtatious remark to my wife. He IS married, but that wasn't stopping him. It was probably the Frenchman in him. Janice was soaking it all up, high on the attention.
"You know it's really hot out here tonight," I exclaimed. "Maybe we should go inside."
"Or we could just jump in the pool," said Janice. I suddenly realized that she was obviously drunk.
