Angela Roy lived the fairy tale life. She shared a large house on an enormous piece of property with her husband, Patrick. She drove a Jaguar XJS, enjoyed a membership to Whispering Pines which was the most exclusive country club in the area and she no longer had to work because Patrick had been so successful in his career. She wasn't the "stay at home and do nothing" kind of wife. She volunteered her time to the Big Sister program and was very active with the United Way. She and her husband also financed Creative Playgrounds that were installed at three local elementary schools. She spent many hours on the tennis courts at "The Pines", as it's called by its members. She had everything she could want, except children. It was determined by five doctors that she had seen that she was incapable of becoming pregnant. She sometimes thought of it as penance for all of the good fortune that she and Patrick have enjoyed. This is why she donated so time and money to other children.
Patrick and Angela were married right out of college. Patrick got in on the ground floor of an area telecommunications company and Angela used her savings to open a small flower shop. Before the two were successful at their chosen career paths, they lived in a small apartment in a less desirable part of town. Patrick climbed the corporate ladder like a monkey on steroids and Angela's floral business grew like, well, wildflowers. Ten years later Patrick was earning a very comfortable salary and Angela decided to sell the business. It had gotten to be bigger than she ever anticipated and she decided it was time to sell and retire. Now, twenty years after they were married, Patrick is Vice President of the company and they happily live an extremely comfortable life.
Over the past eight or nine months Angela's total happiness began to wane. Patrick interest in their sex life died. Angela began to think it was her. For a forty two year old woman she was in fantastic shape. She played tennis regularly at The Pines and her yoga has helped her in numerous ways, mentally and physically. This problem with their sex life ate at her. She regularly thought back to the days when they lived in that shabby little apartment and had sex constantly. There were even some nights when they would be sitting on the fire escape smoking some grass and they could see into Rich and Becky's neighboring apartment window and watch them go at it. She always secretly believed that Rich and Becky knew they were there. As close as the two of them were, she never admitted the voyeuristic episodes to Becky. Now and again, Angela wondered what happened to them.
One day, Angela decided that she was going to have to be the one to put the zing back in their sex life. After Patrick left for work, she went downtown and bought this sexy little undergarment ensemble to surprise him with. It was made of a sheer white lace and was extremely skimpy. The top was a strapless bra with cups that covered the undersides of her breasts up the bottoms of her areolas and only a lace fringe across the top to cover her nipples. The top most edges of her areolas were completely exposed. The bottom piece wouldn't even qualify as a thong. The front was just wide enough to cover her pussy and sheer enough to let the dark hair surrounding it be seen. The string that rested between her buttocks was about as thick as dental floss and was totally invisible when she wore it. Her plan was to go down to her husband's office on the pretense that she was joining him for lunch. They wouldn't leave his office, of course. She planned on fucking him right there on his desk.
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She stepped off the elevator into Patrick's suite of offices and headed straight for his office saying hello to Patrick's various partners and subordinates that she either met at company functions, dinner parties or at The Pines. Patrick's secretary, Beth, wasn't at her desk. Beth's cute little "Out to Lunch" sign was perched at the edge of her desk. Angela decided she would just poke her head in the door. She checked her watch and saw it was 1:15. She knew Patrick took a brief nap each day on the couch in his office at about this time. He worked too damned hard. She expected to find him there and, with a sly grin, decided she would wake him with her warm mouth on his cock. She slowly and quietly opened the door just a bit and peered in. His leather couch was right inside the door but it was empty. Poking her head in a little further she craned her neck around the edge of the door to look to his desk. What she saw absolutely floored her.
Patrick's secretary was bent over the front of his desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and her shoes and panty hose were scattered on the floor. Patrick stood behind her, his pants around his ankles, thrusting his pelvis into her. The tail of his Oxford shirt covered his ass. The two of them were facing the windows of Patrick's office and were not aware of Angela's presence. In her shock, Angela just stepped back and closed the door. She stood at the door for a minute to compose herself and absorb what she had just seen. She had to get out of there. Keeping her head down, she hurried to the elevator. The Good-Byes of Patrick's coworkers trailed behind her and went unanswered. When the elevator door opened at the garage level she made a beeline for her car. Once she was in the driver's seat with the door closed, the tears came. How could he do this? What did she do or didn't she do that would drive him to cheat? She needed a drink. She squealed her tires driving out of the garage and pointed her car towards The Pines. The image of her husband fucking his secretary played itself over and over in her head.
Parked in her reserved spot at The Pines, she checked herself in the rear view mirror and fixed her make up. Her eyes were still a little puffy but she figured she would get by. She headed straight for the bar.
"What can I get for you Mrs. Roy?" asked the bartender as she slid onto the leather and mahogany bar stool dropping her purse on the bar.
"I'll have a Bloody Mary, Charlie. Make it strong."
"Are you OK Mrs. Roy? You look like your having a rough day." said Charlie, noticing the puffiness in her eyes.
"Just my allergies. Charlie, get me that drink." she said a bit impatiently.
"Yes, Ma'am." responded Charlie and started pouring.
The questions kept coming into her head. Did Patrick still love her? Was he going to leave her for Beth? Why didn't she just bust into the office and catch them red handed? Why didn't Patrick ever
say
anything about being unhappy with their sex life? Why? Why?
Why
?
Angela took her drink out to the veranda and chose an empty table overlooking the golf course. She loved this place so much. The view was absolutely beautiful. She sat and thought about what to do next. She didn't want to leave her husband. She loved him with every fiber of her being. She had to do something, though. She couldn't let his affair with Beth continue. She definitely wasn't going to keep quiet about it. While she thought, her eyes scanned the beautiful view before her and fell on the pool about forty yards to the left of the veranda. Women she recognized but didn't actually know were lounging at the poolside and drinking cocktails. She noticed that they were all looking in the same direction. Following their lines of sight she came across what they were staring at.
