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.
My plan was really taking shape. My next step was to leave the hotel late one evening, exactly the same time I had arranged a coworker of Sally's husband to see us. Her husband, Bill, was out of town on business and I knew this buddy would barely be able to wait for Bill to return so he could tell him.
It wasn't long after Bill's return that he and the buddy stopped by our office at the lunch hour. Sally and I were just preparing to go to the hotel to work on the accounts. Bill had some sorry-ass reason for stopping in, but I knew! He wanted his friend to identify me. My plan was almost like a script with everyone following their parts perfectly.
Sally was a little flustered because she felt guilty, not telling Bill what she was doing. I noticed she became a little melancholy from time to time after that, but never complained to me. I was ever so patient as I allowed my plan time to work on Bill.
It was six weeks later that Sally told me Bill had to travel away from home for business and she would like to spend extra time and complete the accounts in the hotel and get the whole thing done with. I smiled to myself as I agreed to her request.
I pulled up to her house and as I walked up the porch, I determined to just walk in if the door was unlocked. I knew Bill would be watching me and I wanted him to think I did this all the time. The door was unlocked! Sally was dressed professionally and I urged her to change into something a little sexier. We were almost done and didn't want to spoil the little hoax we were perpetrating on the "enemy".
