Warning: This chapter includes an in-depth conversation between a cheating wife and her affair partner in which they justify her infidelity and betrayal. It also includes an intense and degrading sexual encounter, which she reluctantly goes along with because of her desire to please her new lover. Please do not continue reading if this content might upset you.
Part 3 Recap:
Early the following morning, Julia accompanies Nick to a hotel nearby, assuming they would be attending a legal seminar taking place there. But that isn't Nick's intention, and Julia is shocked to discover that he has reserved a room for the two of them for the day. She finds herself more conflicted than ever and tries to resist for the sake of her marriage, but it is hopeless. In the end, she decides to give in to her desires, and she finds herself swept away in a torrid whirlwind of passion and pleasure beyond anything she could have ever imagined. (Note: Heather, referenced below, is a character in my previous story, "My Wife's New Boss.")
Nick lay down next to her, catching his breath. Julia remained slouched down as she was for a few minutes, her ass shamelessly in the air, drifting in and out of wakefulness. But she finally roused enough to stretch her legs out and lay herself down. She turned her head and opened her eyes. Nick turned his, and the two of them made eye contact.
"I didn't know...," Julia said breathlessly, still recovering, "... that sex... could feel that way..."
"It gets better," Nick responded. "But don't worry, I'll show you."
Julia grinned. She had a feeling that wasn't an empty boast.
"Did you mean what you said?" Nick suddenly asked.
Julia immediately buried her head in the pillow in embarrassment, recalling the things she had said at his urging.
Nick chuckled. "It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed."
"Which part?" Julia asked innocently, turning her head back toward him.
"Wanting me to make you my bitch, my slave..."
Julia felt a wave of longing surge through her. Nothing in the world sounded better than that. "Kind of...," she admitted sheepishly, not wanting to let on just how badly she wanted that very thing.
Nick gazed at her approvingly. "Because I'd like that."
"You would?" she asked incredulously, her face brightening.
"
Oh
, yeah."
Julia could only look at him with an expression of utter devotion and desire in her eyes. Nick was pleased. He knew with absolute certainty that he had conquered Julia exactly as he had intended, exactly as he had set out to do, and that he had finally found what he had been seeking.
The problem for Nick was that his sexual appetites were seemingly limitless. He was blessed - or cursed - with a fierce, unrelenting love for having sex with women and the ability to recover within minutes, not to mention the fact that he could be described by virtually every straight woman as the most desirable man they had ever encountered in their lives. So, not only did he
like
having sex a lot, he was
able
to have sex a lot, and he felt an insatiable
need
for it. Finding sexual partners in the evenings and on weekends was ridiculously easy for him. There were dozens upon dozens of adequate women he could call upon, who would be over his apartment within minutes with a simple text message. Or, if he was looking for someone new, all he had to do was show his face in any bar or club, decide which woman he liked the best, and approach her, absolutely confident that she would inevitably find herself ready to leave with him within minutes. Oftentimes, he would go through two or even three a night - individually or all at once - and then send them on their way when he was done with them.
During the day, though, it was different. He wanted to have sex during the workday, too, which was the reason he had his office soundproofed. But his options were limited. Sure, he could get virtually any woman who worked in the building to accompany him back to his office for an afternoon of fucking, but it was far from ideal. Workplace relationships like this tended to get messy and complicated for one simple reason - these women would find themselves in very close physical proximity to him all day, every day, despite the fact that he would only want them around occasionally (or not at all). Nick learned early on that this was a problem for them. They would show up out of the blue or start calling or texting or emailing him, or they would go so far as to
beg
to see him. They would grow intensely jealous and bitter toward other women who they knew had won Nick's attention, and this often turned ugly. Sometimes, they would end up going bat-shit crazy. They'd get into cat fights with each other or stalk Nick and even lose their jobs. Nick found that most women he slept with simply couldn't cope with being only a short walk and elevator ride away from him. Distance was key. It was like a junky who desperately needed to quit, yet had her drug of choice right in front of her all the time, always within reach.
There were a handful of secretaries in the building who understood their place and could handle it, and other women who didn't work during the day who he could call upon to stop by his office to relieve his sexual needs. In the end, though, he decided he was spending too much time and too much effort making such arrangements. Wouldn't it be great, he thought one day, if he had a woman working for him who was sufficiently converted and trained so that he could have her satisfy his sexual needs any time he wants? That's when he decided to hire a woman as his secretary and transform her into the ultimate submissive sexual servant - someone he could fuck any time he wanted during the day; someone who would always dress just the way he liked; someone who would happily bend over for him or suck his dick on command.
He had preferences, of course. Sure, he wanted a woman who was pretty enough and had a nice enough body, but looks weren't the only thing that mattered to him. He would easily compromise a little bit in that regard in favor of the other attributes that were important to him. Plus, he had always maintained a deep appreciation for the female body, and he liked variety, so he could happily fuck women who fell short of what might be considered conventional perfection (though of cours he did have standards).
One thing he was looking for was a woman who was intelligent and fun to be around, and who had a good sense of humor. This was someone he'd end up spending a lot of time with, after all, so he wanted a woman who would make good company. He also also preferred conservative, traditional women. For one thing, they aligned with his political viewpoints; also, these tended to be the most eagerly submissive, and he
really
liked naturally submissive women.
Most importantly, though, he wanted a married woman. He
loved
fucking married women. He even preferred it over unmarried women. There was something about sexually conquering another man's wife that Nick found to be quite irresistible. They were better in bed, too. He found married women to be very sexually experienced, but inevitably bored of their husbands and starved for the excitement and magic of a new relationship. This made them grateful for his cock, and he
loved
it when a woman was grateful for his cock. Also, it was usually easier to break things off with a married woman when he inevitably got bored - and he
always
got bored eventually. They wouldn't be happy about it, of course, but he could usually rely on the threat of their husbands finding out to pacify them to an extent. This wasn't always the case, though. There were plenty of women who would gladly leave their husbands and implode their marriage no matter the consequences, all for the chance of being with Nick even for just a few more days. But most married women were tamed by their fear of - and aversion to - divorce, and all the shame, trouble, and baggage that came with it. One additional bonus was the fact that married women did not look to him for the more unpleasant and inconvenient aspects of a relationship, like emotional intimacy or domestic companionship. That was their husband's job. Sex was his.
Heather was the first woman he had cultivated in such a way, and she lived up to his
every
expectation. It was obvious that she would spend hours each morning readying her body for him and perfecting her hair and makeup. She always adhered to her new dress code and never disappointed him with the sexy skirts and dresses she would wear. She was there at the office waiting for him when he arrived each day (except when she was feeling particularly frisky and would purposefully show up late just to give Nick an excuse to punish her, that is). She quickly became very skilled at giving massages and stripteases for him, mastering her self-consciousness for his sake. And there seemed to be no limit to how many times she could get him off in a day. She was always
so
very eager to please.
He enjoyed Heather a
lot
, and he would have kept her on for a while longer, but he had a soft spot for her. He knew how desperately she wanted to have a baby, and - although Nick was
very
tempted to give her one and saddle her weak, pathetic husband with a child he didn't sire - he wasn't quite ready to take that step yet. So he ended things abruptly and then unceremoniously fired her, and thankfully, she seemed to take it well. (They have a two-year-old now and another on the way.)
Then there was Vanessa followed by Stephanie, both of whom were far easier marks than Heather had been (the two of them had both succumbed to his advances their first day on the job, whereas Nick had to pull out all the stops to get Heather into bed with him). But over time, these two proved to be inadequate as far as lovers went. They bored him fast.
And then there was Dana. Nick
really
liked Dana - at first. She was smoking hot with long, blonde hair and the body of a dancer. In fact, she had spent a couple years as a professional cheerleader with the local NFL franchise and had married one of the players who had since suffered a career-ending injury. Needless to say, her sexual interest in her husband faded along with his annual income and stardom. Thanks to the lavish lifestyle they had been accustomed to, they blew through their savings in no time, and her husband eventually had to settle for a modest job as the spokesman for a car dealership. Dana had to get a full-time job, too, much to her chagrin, but her outlook on that changed
dramatically
when she met Nick for the first time. He began breaking her in right then and there the day of her interview. The way she could bend was a wonderful thing to behold, and he was able to fuck her in ways and positions most other women simply weren't capable of.
