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
