Chapter 9

14th February 2009 : 19:26 pm.

“I could stay later if you want Ted?” Li offered with a smile. I looked up to see that she didn’t have her glasses on any more. Working with her had been hard. That was the good thing about Carol, she was taken. There was something about a woman that was taken that took away the element of her being a temptation at work. I could never bend her over my office desk and fuck her. I wouldn’t even dream about it, but with Li I couldn’t get it out of my fucking mind.

Yet, Li had flirted from the day that she’d started working for the firm. She had made it known that she was available and, with Emma’s erratic behavior, it felt like a welcome invitation.

“No, need I just need to go over these figures and try and find a way to tempt a new client,” I dismissed her, thinking that she needed to get home and I had to find a replacement. I’d found myself distracted one too many times with Li hanging around in my office. Working late, for the sake of it, claiming that she was being useful, but I knew what she wanted and the sexual temptation was too much for me to take. I’d tell the agency that I needed a man next time. Not a woman. Especially not a fucking hot one. I was fucking weak, vulnerable at the moment, and I didn’t want or need an more problems at home.

I didn’t get married to end up in the divorce courts. My mother, as much as she detested Emma, knew that we’d married without a pre-nuptial agreement and the moment she’d found out she’d pointed out that I better not mess it up. She said that it was clear that Emma wasn’t as patient as her, confirming that she knew about my father’s affair.

“Oh?” Li sat on my desk crossing her legs to display her garter belt. I wanted to put my hand on her leg so badly. I didn’t even try and hide my erection.

“My mother had her yearly charity event and there was a Mr. D’Angelo at this event. I’ve been trying to get him to join my firm for a year. He never budges. I don’t know what to do to get him to switch.”

She ignored and said, “I could help you with that,” and she pointed down discreetly to my erection as I tried to shift in my seat.

“No, look, Li…” My protest was weak and it was clear that no one was in the office, which was why I had wanted her to go home earlier. Li was going to take charge of me. She wanted to pleasure me, no matter what I said, because I was too tired to even try and stop her. I decided that it would be one time, but then I dismissed it out of my mind.

“No one’s here. No one will ever know.” She changed my mind with that one statement. It didn’t take much convincing as she abruptly moved my chair in her direction. She went down on all fours as she greedily grabbed my belt. “Any time, you need me to help you with this.” I watched as she expertly took my throbbing cock out of my pants.

“Just call my name!”

Then she stroked it as if it was a precious jewel. I sat back and relaxed as she started to do wonders with her tongue. It was the first time that I’d ever cheated on Emma and somehow I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last.

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21st March 2010 :15:26 pm.

I couldn’t believe it when I got the phone call that Mr. D’Angelo had agreed for me to handle his accounts. Immediately, I called Li and told her the good news. She was on her way to our house just to help with the preparation for the meeting.

Mother had taken both Barbara and Emma for the weekend. Mother had called it female bonding. I didn’t know if it would make the situation better or worse, more likely worse. I had a suspicion that Emma wasn’t just on painkillers. As soon as I found out that she was out of the house, I took it as a golden opportunity to search the house. I gave the nanny the day off and instructed that all my calls were directed to my cell. The bedroom was clean, I’d found nothing, and I should have been relieved, that maybe it was all in my mind. But Emma’s mood swings were too erratic. One day she couldn’t even walk, leave her bed or do anything and then another night she’d be dancing on top of the bed. The night I found her doing that, I’d been at Li’s all afternoon, getting the servicing that a hot-blooded male like myself deserved. After all, I was only in my thirties. My cock was going to drop off if I went any longer without sex. Besides it’d been nearly a year since Emma and I had last had sex. I’d vowed to love her forever, but I couldn’t take it much longer. I kept saying one more time with Li, but one more time never seemed to end.

“Ted, are you here?” I heard Li calling from downstairs. It wasn’t the first time that she’d been in the house. I’d had her come here a couple of times to grab a suit or something that I’d forgotten, she had the spare key and even knew the alarm code. Maybe it was too close and personal for her to have such details, after all she wasn’t only my secretary any more. She’d turned into my lover as well, but I had every intention of bringing our affair to an end. I just had to fix a date and go for it, but even that had been harder to do.

“Yes, upstairs. In my room.” The last check, before in Emma’s walk-in closet. If my suspicions were correct and she was on drugs, she would keep it in her closet. Not that I was a drug expert, but I’d spent the last few days online reading up about it. I didn’t want to admit to someone that my wife had a problem. Maybe because I felt responsible for her change if it was true. There was a list of typical places where the partner would keep the drugs and I was going through every inch of her closet. So, much so that I didn’t even hear Li in my room.

“Come here bad boy…” Li purred and, as I turned, she was on my bed naked. The one that I shared with Emma. The one that we’d both picked as being our matrimonial bed. Yet, my mistress was on it edging me to join her on my bed.

“Li, we can’t, not here,” I said instantly, knowing that I’d crossed the line. My wife most likely was on drugs. Instead of trying to help her, I was in our room searching her, trying to find evidence, and I’d allowed my mistress to think that I’d sunk so low as to fuck her in our bedroom on our bed.

“Why not? It’s better than the office. There’s more space. What side does she sleep on?”

This was getting out of hand, and her black hair swayed in the air as she sat up. She moved to the edge of the bed, trying to lure me into my bed.

The last time I’d touched Emma was over a year ago. I remembered that night so clearly. We were in bed and Emma had taken off her clothes and told me to make love to her.

It’d been weeks since we’d last done it, so like a teenager losing his virginity for the first time, I didn’t hesitate in taking off my boxers. I jumped on her like a panther. I thrust into her two times. First she was stiff. Cold. Then she laid there, didn’t move, murmur or anything, and I felt as if I was a rapist holding a woman against her will. My hard cock turned limp, something that never happened to me, and I remembered moving away from her. I’d spent the night listening to her cry, her tears seemed to be flowing that night. I decided that I wouldn’t lay a finger on her, not like that, until I knew that she was ready. That she really wanted me. She was no longer the woman that used to dress in sexy lingerie, but the one that would lay there as I came on top of her. She was no longer the woman that would call and visit me the office late at night with just a coat to surprise me.

Emma had changed and I had to get her back, and Li was distracting me.

Li smelled both sides of the bed and pointed to the left and said, “She sleeps on that side.”

She crawled under the covers and for a moment as she purred my name once again, I saw Emma’s face and started to approach her, while stripping down naked and joining her.