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The call could not have come at a better time. Tania was getting so edgy she probably would have ended up doing something stupid before too long.
In her role as supervisor of onsite customer support for a large software company, all service technicians were responsible to her, and she was responsible for all service call assignments. Most of her peers at other companies only went on the occasional site visit when morale amongst their troops was particularly low. But not Tania; she loved to go on calls. In fact, the more remote, the better.
She worked out of necessity, but it wasn't financial. She'd married well at twenty five, wife number four of a very wealthy man. In both his business and his personal life, he was significantly more interested in the conquest. She suspected that he'd only married her because she was the local flavor of the month. 5'7" with red, almost crimson, shoulder length curls. Her features were sharp without being too severe, the blue of her eyes close to the color of the sky, her mouth full, even pouty. She would never be described as skinny, nor could she qualify as fat. An athlete since high school, Tania probably had less body fat on her than most men, yet her tits were full, accented by nipples normally hard from arousal and showing prominently through her shirt. Her hips flared seductively from a narrow waist, and were attached to well-muscled legs that many a man tried to bury his face between, but she typically hadn't been interested. Which of course was what attracted Austin to her in the first place.
Now, 10 years later she'd outlasted wives number two and three combined. Still incredibly virile at 50, he'd fucked Tania almost everyday non-stop for over a year. During that time, she was not allowed to wear clothes around the house so that he could fuck her, wherever, whenever, and in front of whomever he wanted. Once the excitement wore off, sex between them dwindled down to an almost obligatory once a month, unless he'd suffered some sort of professional embarrassment. Then, he'd fuck her until she couldn't get out of bed for days. Otherwise, he directed his sexual energy toward bedding new conquests.
She soon learned from the house staff that this was typically the way it went. Wife number two began her affair with a factory worker in town fifteen months after marrying Austin, and wife number three only managed to hold out for two years before she took up with an unhappily married attorney in the neighborhood.
