In the beginning, I felt guilty. I felt bad about every illicit fuck. Every phone call, text, or visit would trouble my conscience. Then, it got easier. I could do it 2 or 3 times a week, and go home like nothing happened. I could kiss my wife with the same tongue that caressed my mistress.

Yes, I’m a cheater. I don’t have some explanation about how my wife doesn’t understand me or how I’m unhappy in my marriage because neither of those things is true. Honestly, I just like to fuck this other woman. She doesn’t want to ruin my marriage and neither do I so we have a very discreet arrangement. We meet on Mondays, Wednesdays, and some Fridays after work. Did I mention that she was my boss? That’s part of the excitement! She gets to boss me around all week, but on those days, I get to do a little bossing around of my own. Sometimes, I let her take control then too. Control suits her. She just exudes this confidence that’s sexy but can be intimidating if you don’t know how to handle her. Did I mention that sometimes she likes to be handled?

“Tina, can you come into my office for a moment please?”

“Sure.”

I look at her face and try to read her expression. That smirk is dangerous. I don’t know what I’m in for, but whatever it is, I’m positive I’m going to like it.

I walk into the office and take a seat. “You wanted me Bette?” I asked, not thinking of its possible double meaning.

“Don’t I always?” There’s that smirk again. Twice in less than two minutes. Dangerous. I don’t respond instead I smile invitingly.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue Ms Kennard?”

“In the past, that’s been true, yes. As I recall, last Monday.” I cross my leg and sit back in my chair. She walks around and leans on her back against her desk with her arms crossed.

“Ah that was a good evening wasn’t it?” She leans her head back as if remembering that moment. If it was as good for her as it was for me then Oh My God, she had the time of her life. I can hardly wait for our little rendezvous this evening.