Message-ID: <18687eli$9901212142@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Philster Subject: {Mr. John Jones} "The Business Executive" (MF cons cheat job) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Accept-Language: en Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-id: <3687D655.5972E25E@megsinet.net> The Business Executive John J. Jones Business executives. I've read the fantasies and have had a few myself. But there were more than a few reasons I never imagined it would happen to me. I've been married a long time and I'm in my 40's. I've been at the company for almost as long as I've been married. I hadn't cheated on my wife, probably because my tastes were always higher than my reality checks. In other words, women I thought were attractive were usually also young and looking for attractive, young, single guys with bucks (I don't fit into at least the last three categories). Last, I never really made the first move. Fear, I suppose. Maybe I was afraid I couldn't handle the kind of attractive young women I was interested in (maybe I was afraid I'd get caught?). So what happened? It was probably a combination of things. My wife was about my age and was going through menopause. She wasn't interested in going to bed other than to sleep. We fought. No, not the usual verbal clashes that we used to have now and then. These were her tearful as well as hateful arguments. I left home often to escape. Although I'm not much of a drinker, It'd come to having wine or cognac to calm down. I'd stay at the office some evenings when I knew it was going to be a bad night at home. I think I was going through a "change of life" at the same time ("womenopause"?) Anyway, my secretary was on vacation. Bobs' secretary, Joan, had doubled as mine for the week. My secretary was the best I'd had for a long time, but she was someone's grandmother. That didn't bother me, because I really was more interested in getting my work done and done right. Bobs' secretary on the other hand, looked like someone's daughter. She was about 20 years old and definitely easy to look at. Too easy, probably. I know I had to have been caught doing so, because her desk wasn't too far from my office. Joan had a tendency to wear tight skirts and often short ones. She had legs all the way up to "there". She had that shiny, curly blonde hair that glows with both youth and proper care. Her dark eyes sparkled and she had a fragrance of sensuous perfume. There was something about her demure as well. She was sexy, maybe even a bit of a tease, yet always respectful in the proper way. But again, I'm just another old fart in the office and I was just appreciating the view and attention. Hell, in this day and age, if you look cross-eyed at a woman in the work place, you're fired and in divorce court before you can pack up the things in your desk. Joan was a good secretary. She took her time and did her job well. I just had to give instructions while I was turned around in order to keep from staring at her physique. It was almost time to quit and she was in my office going over purchase orders with me when my wife called. Of course, my wife was in one of her moods and didn't want me staying any later. That meant that I definitely wanted to stay later. Joan started to get up and I waved for her to have a seat. We had our few words and I explained that I still had to finish purchase orders before morning. A few more heated words and my wife hung up on me. I still had my back to Joan and heaved a big sigh. "Do you want to continue this tomorrow?" Joan asked. I took another deep breath and turned my chair around. "I think so", I said. "I think I'm going to go downstairs and get a drink." Joan stood up and started to leave. I was so frustrated now, I wasn't looking at her. I was just staring at my desk. She stopped just short of the door. "Mr. Jones," she started, "if I can say this, drinking doesn't always solve problems." I looked up and smiled. "Don't worry," I said. "I don't get drunk, and if I don't think I can drive, I come back up to the office and until I believe I can drive safely". She turned back into the office -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----