I run an accounting firm in a medium size city on the east coast. My name is Stan Bates and I recently got enmeshed in a situation I regret. Perhaps telling my story will help bring closure and surely cause your contempt for me.
I had a very attractive woman working for me. She was quite happily married. I always liked a little pussy on the side and this lady, Sally, became a true quest. I was determined to make her my mistress. The more she rebuffed me, the more determined I became. I had always been able to bed a woman when I put my mind to it, and I could not allow this housewife to break my string of successes.
I devised a plan to drive a wedge between her and her husband, I knew she was totally devoted to him, but from conversations with Sally, I realized he was a jealous and temperamental man. I decided to use those baser emotions to stir things up, thinking I would scoop her up on the rebound.
The plan required patience, but it had become an absolute obsession to bed this mature beauty. I was very good with computers and during a conversation Sally told me she had shoeboxes of family pictures she would love to place on disk. This gave me an idea. I told her I had all the necessary equipment and software to do a really professional job. I told her it was a hobby and would be glad to help her out, free of charge. Needless to say, Sally was quite delighted and the next day brought in about fifty pounds of photographs. They went all the way back to her honeymoon. It was a family history on film.
I had no problem making several discs with different eras and themes, allowing Sally to easily find particular photos on the discs. Then I took some of her pictures and used my Adobe Photoshop to create scenes that never actually occurred. I am not proud to say I doctored old pictures to show Sally in various sexual poses with a few different men from her past. One was a former boss.
One picture showed her holding a beer in one hand and his fat cock in the other, while she was wearing only bikini bottoms. Then I created a few with Sally being stuffed doggy-style. It was surprisingly easy. The FBI would be able to determine they were fakes, but a jealous husband would believe they were real. I then took Polaroid pictures of the pictures. I smeared a little dirt on them and wrinkled them slightly to make them look like they were taken over twenty years ago I even put a couple newer ones that showed me having sex with Sally. For good measure I typed a couple of incriminating love letters and tossed them in the mix.
When I was totally satisfied, I planted them in a storage area in Sally's garage one day when I stopped to pick up some work she had done for me. A jealous husband would look through a woman's keepsakes, wouldn't he?
My plan was slowly taking shape. I rented a nice room at a local hotel and began getting Sally to stop in to work there. I told her we had some clients that trusted no one since the Enron accounting thing and had been instructed to keep the files away from all employees, except one that I trusted. Naturally, she was that person.
She swore she would tell no one, not even her husband. She was a very conscientious employee! As time went on, we would dine and occasionally dance a little before we worked. She was not too keen on dancing with me at first, but I convinced it was just a ruse in case enemies of our client suspected we were using the room. We had to appear to out for social reasons. Reluctantly, Sally agreed. She would dance close and rub against me. I knew it was an act, but a jealous husband would never doubt she was having an affair.
