So, that was it, after 20 years loyal service I was getting the chop. On Monday morning I was called into the MD's office. Davies had taken control of the company two months ago. He was a large fat man who showed little or no concern for other peoples feelings and was hated amongst the workforce. We had already had words on several occasions and it was hate at first sight for both of us. "Sorry old man," he said beaming, "but we have to shed some weight, and, well, our American parents have decided to close the whole R & D department and move it to the States." To this day I don't know why I did it, but without thinking I hit the old bastard right in the mouth knocking him over the desk and onto the floor.
"You'll pay for that," he said scrambling to his feet.
I half expected a visit from the police but nothing happened. My next concern was for my wife Helen. She also worked for the company and ran the large secretarial pool. As we were now dependent on her salary I could only hope that she would keep her job.
Over the next few months I wrote away for hundreds of jobs and even had a few interviews. Either I was over qualified or at 45, too old. The strain started to tell and Helen and I started to argue on a daily basis. It really came to head when she came home to tell me that she had been promoted to Davies's PA. "Look Hon, I know he's a mean old bastard, but it's nearly twice my old salary and with you, well you know, we can sure use the money."
"Yeah, an just what else do you have to do for it." Helen just stared at me. "OK, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but if that old git so much as lays a finger on you I'll kill him."
The weeks turned to months and I turned to the bottle. Our sex life was now non existent along with any hope of finding another job. Helen became distant and withdrawn and it got to the point where we started sleeping in different rooms.
Then it happened, call it a miracle, luck, justice whatever, I won £2.7 million on the mid week lottery. I was so excited, this meant a new life for both of us and just maybe we could get our lives back on track. Helen was working late, she did that a lot these days so I decided to drive to the office and break the news.
I arrived after most people had left and made my way up to the seventh floor without being challenged. Helen's new office was adjacent to Davies's at the end of the corridor. I was a bit weary of bumping into Davies again, but hey, what the hell, I was a millionaire, I'll just tell him to get stuffed, grab my wife and go. Boy was I feeling good.
I let myself in to Helen's office but she wasn't there. I could hear noises coming from Davies's room and assumed they were busy. I waited by her desk. Ten minutes later and the sound of voices had turned to groans. I inched open the adjoining door and nearly died on the spot. My darling wife was bent over the desk, her skirt up round her waist as Davies rammed his cock up her from behind. She was shouting obscenities at him and he was calling her his whore as he exploded in her cunt. Before I could rush in I was grabbed from behind and put into a powerful arm lock.
"Looks like you got a peeping tom boss," my assailant said pushing me into the room.
"Well, well, well, look who's here." Said Davies, pulling out and wiping his cock on my wife's panties. "Oh my God, Peter, what are you doing here?"
"Shut up whore, I'll tell you when to talk," Davies stormed. Helen went a deep red but did as she was told. I struggled to get at him but the man holding me was just too strong. "You see my friend," gloated Davies, "I told you you'd pay for your little indiscretion. Your lovely wife has been my fuck slut for months, she does exactly what she's told and even dresses to please, don't you my lovely whore. Now come over here and we'll show your husband just how well trained you are."
