My names Kim I'm twenty six years old and have been married to John for four years. I started a new job in an import and export business in October last year. It is quite a large company with numerous employees.
At the end of December we had the firms Christmas function, a dinner dance for employees only, no partners. The party was paid for by the company. I attended, suitably attired in evening dress as it was a 'black tie' event. I was sat at a table with colleagues from my office, mostly women, and we enjoyed a lovely meal accompanied by some excellent wine. After the meal there was a live band playing music for our entertainment and dancing. After a short while Nigel the managing director of the company came over to our table to see how we were getting along. As he was leaving he asked if I'd like to dance and I accepted. We had one dance and then we both moved on. I danced with a few other guys during the evening and spent some time talking with some of the girls.
The band then announced that as the evening was getting late they were going to slow things down. To my surprise Nigel approached me and asked if I'd like to dance again. I agreed and took to the floor. We were close and Nigel had his hand on my bare back. I was wearing a red halter neck ankle length dress with a low scooped back and a side slit to just above the knee. As we danced I could feel his hand moving up and down from shoulder blades to my lower back. I must admit it felt quite nice and made the dancing interesting. We talked about this and that as we danced and it was clear that he didn't seem to have any intention of dancing with anyone else. As the music became more chilled and the lights dimmed I felt his hands on my butt. We were very close and the talking had stopped. He was stroking my bum through the thin material and when the opportunity arose he gave my cheeks a quick squeeze. I didn't try to stop him, I was enjoying it in a way, being touched up by 'the boss', and I wasn't going to upset him was I. It was harmless fun at the staff do.
We broke off from dancing and moved into a quiet area. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.
"No, not for me," I replied as I already felt a little light-headed from the wine earlier.
"If I can't get you anything to drink perhaps I can get you into bed," he said bluntly. I was completely taken aback by his very candid and direct suggestion.
"Err ... I'm married," I mumbled a little flustered and it was all I could think of to say.
"I already know that. I'm not asking to marry you I'm asking to go to bed with you," he continued in a hushed voice.
I knew I'd already made an error by hesitating in making a decision and by not rejecting him immediately. "My husband's at home waiting for me," I went on again without rebuffing him outright.
"I'm sure we can deal with that," he said authoritatively "And you'll return to him in the morning," he added.
"It's not as easy as that," I said a little nervously.
"I don't think you're saying no to me are you Kim?" he suggested.
"Well..." I responded but didn't have time to finish.
"Let's be practical about this," he interjected. "You could phone your husband, tell him your going round to let's say my P.A Louise's for coffee with some of the girls and that you'll be staying the night."
"But I'd be lying to him," I said.
"Ahh! but just a little lie in order to go to bed with me. ... You want to be taken to bed ... don't you?"
"Uh huh!" I answered rather uneasily, but it was what I'd like to do and it confirmed my willingness to go with him. I was so confused. Although he's forty eight years old Nigel is a very good-looking guy and I did feel an attraction to him in a strange way and more importantly he's my boss. Everything was happening so quickly and I'd been drinking.
"Great," was his excited response. "What's your husband's name?"
"John,"
"O.K. let's phone John and tell him where he'll think you'll be." We found a reasonably quiet corner and I took out my phone. I speed dialled my home number.
"Hi baby it's me ... yes a great time...thanks. I'm phoning because Louise the boss's PA has invited a few of us girls round for coffee. She says I can stay the night. Would you mind if I stopped over? ... Oh thank you baby ... yes I'm sure I'll have a good time ... no,... no need I'll get myself back ... yes I love you lots too ... see you in the morning." I pushed the button and terminated the call. I felt a pang of guilt but the die had been cast and the scene was set. A small adrenalin rush hit me as I thought of what might happen with Nigel.
"That wasn't too difficult ... and I'll try and ensure that you have a good time as you've ensured John that you will ... come on lets catch the last of the dancing," Nigel said taking my hand and whisking me back to the dance floor. He was holding me close and it did feel good. "I think it's time we made a move," he whispered in my ear as the band continued playing. He took my hand and we made our way to collect our coats. "Follow me," he said once we'd put our coats on. He led me away from the main entrance. "My driver will be meeting us, and this way no one will see," he said as we exited the building at the rear. His black Mercedes car was waiting.
"To the apartment Mr Caswell?" the driver questioned once we'd got inside.
"Yes please Danny," Nigel informed him. We were in the back of the car and Nigel was holding my hand. It felt comfortable and the dark tinted windows meant no-one would see us.
"A good party Sir?" Danny questioned.
"Very good," Nigel replied, squeezing my hand as he lent towards me. "It's going to get even better," he whispered in my ear. A flutter of expectancy and excitement rumbled through my tummy and I involuntarily squeezed his hand in response. We said nothing for the rest of the short journey.
"Here we are Mr Caswell," Danny said.
"Thank you Danny ... I won't require you anymore tonight ...but I'll need you to take Mrs Casey home in the morning," Nigel instructed.
