I've been in a relationship with my boyfriend for two years, and he's very nice and all but recently I've been cheating on him...with my married, older boss. My boss is about 20 years older, a very nice man with a nice wife and 2 kids.
I'm 24, of Irish background, and this is my third job and the first one that I've really liked. My boss is a very sweet man, and he's worked hard to make sure I like working for him. His last two assistants have been total losers, apparently, and he insisted HR take a chance on me. I appreciated his confidence and worked hard to do the job just right.
It wasn't an easy job, the hours could be long, as Richard, my boss, worked on a number of high profile projects that were time consuming, needed attention paid to detail, and were important to the company. My boss is a shade over 6-2, a slight paunch and slight whiting in his hair. I know, it was grey, but it seemed more white than grey. He has an outstanding sense of humor, and has ability to get right to bottom of a problem.
Richard was constantly under pressure at work as the deadlines always seemed tight, and his wife didn't help things as she was always calling, asking for him, and complaining about his time at work.
Once she confided me that "He spends more time on the job than at home."
But I think they had a great life, as those long hours produced a great paycheck and bonuses. I know, as he'd give me little bonuses each and every time he received one. He was a great boss and I was learning a whole lot.
My boyfriend Jason was a fun-loving guy who enjoyed a good time. Weekends we'd head to the shore and party into the wee hours before heading back to where we were staying. Most of the time he'd insist I suck him off until he was ready to cum, then he's jerk off somewhere on me. Sometimes my ass, sometimes my breasts and onto my face.
He's say, "Sharyl, you have such nice soft skin I just love messing it up with the sticky stuff," as he called his ejaculate.
Oh, we'd actually make love when we had time, and I liked that. But at the shore, it was quickie time. I didn't actually get bothered by that.
There were times and places for afternoon sessions, or middle of the night wake-me-ups. Our sex life was fine, good enough to make the toes on my 5-5 body tingle. Jason loved playing in the car with my legs and especially reaching over and fondling my 34c breasts. We surely gave some other drivers or passengers reasons for pause.
At work one Tuesday afternoon a major league project came out way and Richard informed me there would be extra hours but he'd make it worth my while. It would involve some weekend work, which wouldn't make Jason happy, but what can you do?
Over the next month we spent hour upon hour trying to solve the customer's problems and have a big time solution that would make them very happy to sign a big time contract. The project had little details that were important, but some very important big accoutrements that was so much different than the competition.
I loved working with Richard, as he provided a new and different way of doing things. He was in his 40s yet a distinguished streak of white set off the jet black of his hair. He wore that white like a merit badge, joking he'd earned every strand of white/grey by the long hours he worked. He worked out a couple times a weeks, and walked wherever he could, so his physique wasn't bad to look at. Yes, I loved checking out his ass as he walked!
