Sally Webster Pt 02

Authors notes.

Sally Webster enjoys herself too much, begins to question her marriage. Peter Zanetti gets his hands on his prize.

Solid cheating wife getting away with it, and if that's not your cup of tea - drink Kool-Ade.

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Chapter Two: That First Glorious Fuck -- 2002

Friday Night.

It was the 75th anniversary of the founding of Zanetti Haulage by Giuseppe Zanetti, Peter Zanetti's Grandfather. To celebrate this milestone every employee along with their partners had been invited to a grand dinner and dance at the company's expense. It was indeed a grand affair and the party was in full swing.

What wasn't planned, was that by the end of the evening, the above-mentioned Peter Zanetti, the good looking 40-year-old confirmed bachelor and COO of Zanetti Logistics, would have pulled Sally Webster, his young attractive married PA to one side, and that in the confines and privacy of a cloak room they would have shared their first kiss - and much more.

But that is what happened.

Peter had always had an eye for the females, single married, but as the Chief Financial Officer, his mother was constantly warning him off shitting in his own back yard. Female employees, as far as his mother was concerned, were off the menu.

That night, in his role as the Chief Operations Officer, Peter had been busy making the rounds, doing what he was good at, working the room, making sure people were enjoying themselves, that no one seemed left out, and that every table had enough to drink. A playboy at heart he knew how to charm, and all-night he had women swooning around him eager for even a snippet of attention.

A pussy hound at heart he could sniff out a woman on heat, he also knew the importance of a happy woman and so enjoyed the obligatory dances with those female employees pushy enough to offer him their hand... More importantly he made sure to dance with those wallflowers too shy to ask, who were also in equal need of a little attention.

Sally, Peter's personal assistant of six months was one of the women whom he whisked around the dancefloor, but unlike the other females she'd had dances reserved on his card. In the six months since her appointment Peter and Sally had come to appreciate each other and enjoyed a close but professional working relationship. As happens with people who get on well, a respectful if playful familiarity between them had set in, after all they shared jokes, exchanged office banter, and enjoyed a relationship based on competence and trust.

When dancing with Peter, Sally felt comfortable with him holding her up close, she had no qualms about him being in her personal space, and of her being in his, it wasn't unusual... So, dancing cheek to cheek seemed natural. That being said, he did take the opportunity to hold her tight. Sally was similarly surreptitiously enjoying the feel of his strong arms,

But perhaps more pertinent with what was about to follow, each had an unspoken, undeclared, and unacted upon sexual attraction for the other. Peters lecherous gaze fell upon his attractive and sexy PA as she went about her work, and Sally had a major boss crush, power is great aphrodisiac.

So that night, Sally was more than happy to let her handsome womanising boss take a hold of her by the hand and whizz her around the dancefloor, and in front of her husband, that for some reason made her feel naughty but independent.

While they were stepping their way around the dance-floor Sally was surprised when he uncharacteristically sought reassurance, asking his admiring dance partner how she felt the night was going. She smiled, telling him that the evening was going well, everyone was having a good time - even pointing out that by the number of swooning women she'd seen him dancing with, he was playing his part. Playfully, she reminded him that he couldn't take any of them home with him. He laughed and said that if he could take anyone home, it would be her. Sally gulped, 'had he just hit on her, 'don't be silly girl' she said to herself, 'don't embarrass yourself'. He then asked with a twinkle in his eye if she was enjoying herself. Sally told Peter she was, 'Yes'. As they moved, she felt the gentle grip of his hands pulling her svelte firm trim figure firmly to him. Peter commended Sally for her hard work in helping to organise the evening, it hadn't gone unnoticed that it wouldn't have been possible without her. She scoffed at this.

It was then that he leaned in and whispered that he had good news, Sally had successfully passed her probationary period, she was now, officially, his PA. He chuckled, "Even my mother has given you her blessing..." Then, with another chuckle, "Which means from Monday morning you'll have your own assigned parking spot."

Sally laughed, "Oh my... What's a girl to do..."

He laughed, "A kiss would be nice."

Sally laughed back, "Boss, behave yourself, I'm a married woman."

He frowned comically, "I know."

Peter liked that she had various ways of addressing him, a respectful 'Mr Zanetti' if in company and over the phone, 'Boss' when being respectful in the office, and at all other times 'Peter', and a seductive drawn out 'Peter' reserved for when she was wanting to persuade him around to her way of thinking.

Although he was being flirty and teasing Sally; he was earnest in his praise. First of all, she was good at her job, he had come to trust her, trust in her competence and her discretion. Then he liked her as an employee, liked her attitude, her drive, her spunk, her cheeky sass, and then he liked her can-do attitude, a blessing in today's business world. This meant, more often than not her first approach to a task was 'why something could be done' rather than 'why it couldn't'. Sally had been a real find, she wasn't afraid to use her initiative and didn't come running to him with every query and problem, but was also astute enough to know when to bring something to his attention and not to overreach.

Peter also liked Sally as a person, she was bright, intelligent, fast on the uptake, had a good sarcastic sense of humour, which like his could be dark - and she wasn't overly sensitive. He was of the firm opinion that if Sally had had the breaks and gone to college, she would have been on the managerial ladder somewhere, as it was - she knew how every executive and their assistants took their tea or coffee.

On top of all those attributes, as if they weren't enough, and although he did his best not to think with his cock, he found her to be very attractive, quite distracting, and, very, very, sexy. Then, there was her scent, lilac and gooseberries with a hint of Coconut in her hair, it aroused him, he knew of no one else who had such a nice scent.

Peter found her desirable, he would love to bed her, of that there was no question, but thanks to his mother's words of warning, had never acted on it, at worst he just adjusted his erection when it became uncomfortable. Normally the presence of a wedding ring wouldn't stop him where a woman was concerned, but she was also an employee, she was his PA, and a good one.

As they glided about the room Sally was literally swooning at his seemingly endless praise, she hung on his every word and loved being in his good books. She treasured the compliments.

She appreciated that he was praising her work, but it was the more personal praise that were the real highlights for her. 'What a good dancer she was', and 'how pretty she was looking', he even noticed her new hairstyle, saying 'he liked it', that 'it suited her' - saying she looked 'foxy', not that Frank had noticed. Not the most appropriate behaviour by Peter, not that Sally would ever complain.

Peter was comfortable enough to half joke, half suggest, that he'd always had a thing for girls with long legs, and short bobs, she'd better watch herself.

She chortled. "Boss... That's disturbingly specific, like you have a type!"

"I'll have you know I do."

Yes, Peter liked having Sally as his PA, there were no false airs and graces, normally warm and friendly, but at the same time she could be cold, aloof and professional if called upon to be. If Sally had any fault, it was that she was maybe a trifle shy, but even that had an appeal.

Continuing to flirt with Sally he was enjoying teasing her. Sailing close to crossing a few lines, he daringly whispered into her ear how jealous he was of her husband, it was, he, not Frank who should be whisking her off at the end of the night. His openly flirting like this had surprised Sally, but she navigated around it, putting it down to one too many glasses of bubbly - anyway she liked it. She never thought she'd feel like this, but two years into her marriage and things with her husband were already becoming stale. It wasn't that she was unhappy but at times it did feel like they were in a rut. After two dances Peter reluctantly returned his PA to her waiting husband who was busy chatting with his friends. Interrupting, Peter sang Sally's praises for the work she'd done in helping to organise the evening, asking if they were having a good time, congratulating Frank on his award.

Earlier, because Peter had no wife or fiancé to call upon, it was Sally, who as his PA and girl Friday had been called upon to stand by his side to assist in the awarding ceremony part of the evening. Feeling a little self-conscious she'd stepped up and took her place on the small makeshift podium, standing slightly to the side and behind her boss she looked out over the large audience of several hundred people.

Sally and Peter stood on the left side of the stage, whilst Patrica, Peter's mother, and James, Peters father, stood to the right. Patricia, like Sally, was also tasked with handing over certificates and cheques, only Patricia was passing them to her husband, who in his role of CEO, was, with his son also handing out awards. This centre stage presence was no small honour for Sally, in reality it meant she had Patricia's stamp of approval.

Sally diligently played her part, not wanting to let Peter down, and like a game show hostess she passed over the certificates and envelopes containing cheques as Peter handed them out to a number of recipients. Some were recognising long service, while some were recognising the contributions employees had made to the success of the company.

Then, midway through the presentations a big surprise, she heard James, Peters father, call out Frank Webster, her husband's name. Although she had helped organise the awards, compiled the lists, made sure names were spelt correctly, checked, double and triple checked, Sally had no idea that her Frank was going to be given an award.

"Short Haul Driver of the Year goes to... 'Frank Webster' - where is he, there he is, come on Frank. Well done... Congratulations."

Sally was as flabbergasted and as surprised as Frank. Her exuberance and pride at her husband's achievement took the form of a great deal of spontaneous bouncing glee and big wide smile. She was really pleased for him, and in her excitement stepped forward to stand by Peter's side and inadvertently begin to stroke her boss's arm as she saw her husband walking forward. As her husband collected the framed certificate and an envelope, she turned to Peter to thank him and then stepped forward to give her husband a hug and a smacker of a kiss on the cheek to cries of 'fix, fix' and raucous applause from the audience, which made her blush.

Patricia smiled at the happy young couple.

When the last of the awards had been given Peter's father requested Sally join them for a celebratory glass of Champagne, it wasn't so much an invite as an instruction. He wanted to thank her in person for the work she'd put into making the evening a success. Sally looked to her husband and giving him an almost embarrassed wave and a happy shrug of her shoulders smiled as if promising she wouldn't be gone too long. Then she skipped off to hob knob with 'the directors', while Frank showed off his certificate and waved the cheque for $500.

Being handed a celebratory glass of the more expensive Champagne, Patricia welcomed her with a kiss to the cheek. Initially having her doubts about Sally and whether she would be able to handle the complexities of the job, Patricia now looked upon her somewhat like the daughter she never had. A second glass of champagne followed. Sally felt at ease in the company of Peter, his mother, and James his father, as well as other directors and their partners. She felt included, confidently immersing herself in conversation while remembering to mind her P and Q's, still aware of her station. That was another tick in Patricias approval box.

One exchange had been to ask Peter politely in front of his parents, "Mr Henderson, why did you keep my husband's award a secret from me".

Peter smiled and said that she was off duty and she was to use his first name, Peter.

Sally smiled, and this time, less formally, asked, "Peter... Why did you keep my husband's award a secret from me?" He grinned, and told his happy PA that he had wanted to see her surprised smile, and having seen it, it had been well worth the subterfuge. That comment along with his follow up smile caused her boss-crush level to jump a few notches. Patricia had a quiet 'Hmph' moment.

Sally was thinking, 'Is he openly flirting with me, it feels like he is, if he is, how inappropriate, but it might be innocent, but that didn't answer the question - why?' Sally really wanted to stay in Peters company, but, eventually, realised she should return to Frank. So, making her polite excuses by telling her hosts that her husband would be thinking she'd got lost, she left.

Shortly afterwards the disco started. Sally was up on the floor like most, dancing with some secretaries and at times with Frank. It was an hour later when a slightly exhausted Sally told her husband with a pat to his shoulder that she was going to go freshen up, maybe grab some fresh air.

Little did she know that five minutes later, her world would change. Irrevocably.

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Peter saw Sally heading out of the ballroom and quietly followed.

Thanks in part to too many glasses of bubbly and white wine spritzers, when the happy daydreaming Sally stumbled unsteadily out of the ladies, she did so straight into the arms of a waiting Peter, and in doing caused him to spill his drink down his shirt. Sally was mortified, and fearing he'd be cross she began apologising profusely. She grabbed a handful of napkins from a nearby side table to wipe him dry, and still apologising began to desperately wipe him down.

He firmly placed his hands on hers. Telling her to stop he said he was fine, it was fine. He grinned, "Nothing a spanking wouldn't put right."

"Excuse me..." Had she heard him right?

Taking a quick look to see that no one was taking any notice, he took her hand and literally pulled her after him towards what he thought was the privacy of the adjacent coat check room. Being the worse for drink, Sally followed without resisting, apart that is from a playful shocked squeal of surprise. Whether he guided or pushed or they fell through the door is a moot point, even with common sense having left her she still knew this was as wrong as it was unexpected. Caught off guard she was excited, giggling.

The first thing Peter saw as he opened the door was the surprised expression of the teenage girl attendant they'd disturbed, book in hand. He smiled politely and with all the confidence of a man used to giving instructions and getting his way, and in a tone that said 'leave us', he asked if she would be kind enough to give them a moment. The poor girl didn't know how to say no, and so nervously squeezed by them as Sally bit her bottom lip in mischievous disbelief at Peters commanding way.

As the youngster stepped outside into the corridor, behind her Peter nudged the door closed. Looking one way, then the other, and not knowing what to do the young woman headed down the corridor towards the employees' rest room.

Before the catch had even clicked Sally laughed at the expression on the girl's face. A sense of urgency seemed to take over Peter. Taking a hold of Sally he gently pushed her back against the wall. Sally's eyes were wide with shock at this move. Her breathing short she didn't speak, neither did he, she did however feel intoxicated, not with alcohol but with want, lust, a giddy excitement, with sexual anticipation. She was a little scared, scared of what was about to happen, worried someone might have seen them enter, that someone might blab, that Frank might come looking, might find them, might make a scene.

Without hesitation, while Sally was still thinking what to think, Peter leaned in and planted his mouth firmly to hers. The moment their lips met she went weak at the knees.

Sally's lips felt soft and full, her perfume filled his nostrils. He had an erection. He'd caught her off guard but now her attention was fully captured. She welcomed his kiss and accepted it without hesitation, any thought of her husband gone from her head. Peter's kiss though forceful, felt gentle, felt firm, nice, strong. Sally knew she should be objecting, should be pushing him away, should be fighting him off, telling him to stop, he was her boss, her husband was in the ballroom... But truth was she was enjoying this moment of indiscretion way too much, she'd been secretly wanting him to do something like this ever since they first met - and now he had.

Then she felt him begin to hitch up her dress, immediately knowing full well her boss's intentions, she began assisting him, as he stepped back to let her, she began to tug and push down her pantyhose and panties to below her knees. She took a moment to bend her knees to push down her panties further, hurriedly slipping off her shoes she removed her pantyhose with her panties still around one ankle. While Sally was busy, he began to unbuckle his belt and seeing this she threw her pantyhose aside and frantically helped him to undo his trousers. In seconds his trousers and boxers were down below his knees, there was no need for words just wild excited stares and big 'were actually doing this' grins. She threw her arms over his shoulders and around the back of his head, pulling him into to kiss her, locking her lips to his as he did, she was in the moment, and now there was tongue - oh God there was tongue. Their kissing was hot and passionate, they were hungry for one another, their kissing had a real urgency to it, full of raw wanton greedy lust.

No foreplay, no precautions, no thought of a condom, when they broke for air, his penis was pressing against her. They exchanged more excited hungry grins. Feeling his hands around her waist and then a hand between her legs she felt the air leave her lungs. She was as wet and hot, he slipped one finger, then a second inside her and rubbed her clitoris. Sally gasped out into his neck, then with his fingers digging into his buttocks he bent his knees and letting out a loud audible grunt he lifted her.

Again, they kissed, their lips did not part. Sally found herself eagerly responding. The kiss quickly morphed into a full-on tongue-lashing wild French Kiss - wild horses couldn't have pulled them apart. Using his strength, he supported her weight against the wall, firmly cupping her ass. A sense of happy helplessness overtook her, her heart soared, accompanied by the heaving of breasts.

Without any foreplay and with her holding onto him for support he used a hand to guide his cock to her entrance. She felt the prodding firmness as he tried to find her hole, and then without warning, he was in, she immediately felt his cock filling her, felt the girth, wow, was that real? Sally let out a gasp of shocked surprise and glee as his thick penis entered her. She immediately felt the difference between him and her husband, she felt the thickness of Peter's cock as it widened her juiced up vagina. It felt fucking great.