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Sally Webster

Sally Webster

by willywin
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Author's notes.

Set in the USA, originally this submission was going to be the first submission a series that followed the protagonists over many years, not so sure now. It centres around a very unsuspecting husband, a wanton wife and an unscrupulous boss. So, if cheating, marital infidelity and cuckolding isn't your thing then don't read on. Don't know which way this submission will eventually play out, but here goes.

Chapter One: A Drive to the Airport 2003

It was Tuesday morning 7.30 am. Sally Webster drummed her fingers along the top of the black steering wheel of their rundown Honda Odyssey. Stopped at traffic lights she impatiently she dipped her head to look up under the sun visor. Frank, her husband, sat beside her.

Barely ten seconds passed before Sally began to vent. "Oh, for Christ's sake. Come on change..."

They were heading to the airport. Sally was taking a flight to Vegas where she would be attending a four-day Warehousing and Distribution Expo. This was to be her first trip accompanying her boss. It was all new to her and so she was both nervous and excited. Sally and Frank were both employed by Zanetti Logistics, Sally as a PA to the COO, Peter Zanetti, and Frank as a long-haul driver.

Sally's four-day attendance to the Expo didn't bother Frank - why would it, he had no idea of the real purpose behind her trip, namely a three-night fuck fest between his wife and their boss. Not knowing any other PA, Frank guessed that travelling with the boss was part and parcel of the job. He had no idea his wife had played him. Sally had excitedly told her husband that she had been asked to attend the expo, saying how she had been given responsibility for making the travel arrangements, organising meetings, and booking the accommodation. Her presence, she had said, was required in case there were any unexpected hiccups. She was also responsible for ensuring that all documents and literature that would be needed, were in order, and were as up to date as they should be.

To Sally's delight Frank had bought it all, hook line and sinker. He had no idea his wife was his boss's office eye candy; that his wife was a woman into which his boss would daily sink his cock or have her swallow a belly full of semen. Frank was the archetypal unsuspecting husband, and in being so he took pride in the fact that his wife Sally was doing well in her new job. She was flourishing, proving herself, she was succeeding and 'he liked' that 'she liked' her work, he liked that she was happy - if he knew the half of it. Sally would come home from work, so full of herself and be so enthusiastic when it came to telling him about her day. He was genuinely pleased for her - especially has he could remember how nervous and unsure she had been when she first started.

***

When interviewed, Sally had been the youngest and least experienced applicant, at 22 she was barely settled in the typing pool. She was the only applicant who was already employed by the company and though she didn't say so to Frank at the time, she figured that was the only reason she got an interview. With this in mind she hadn't been that disappointed when she wasn't successful. Truth was, along with the other applicants, she'd enjoyed a nice lunch with her crush - and being ambitious she had gone into the interview process thinking of it as a useful learning experience for the future. Sally figured if she handled herself well it might stand her in good stead.

Then, six weeks later, when the person who'd been initially appointed backed out, Sally was summoned to Peter Zanetti's office. As she had waited, she was handed a notebook and told that as they were short staffed and she knew shorthand, she was to take the minutes for an impromptu meeting. At the end of the meeting, she would take the notebook to Mrs Zanetti's PA who would type up her notes.

The next day when Sally was summoned back, she instinctively thought she'd done something wrong, that her notes were ineligible. She was therefore surprised to find herself taken into Mrs Zanetti office, the CFO and mother of the COO Peter Zanetti. When she sat down Mrs Zanetti asked if she was still interested in the post of PA to the COO, her son - subject of course to a six-month probationary period.

Sally was over the moon and immediately said yes. It was a huge promotion. Not long after the nerves and self-doubt set in - what if she couldn't handle it, what if she wasn't good enough, what if she screwed up, what if she ended up looking stupid... What if she ended up getting fired.

Thinking she'd made a big mistake, the first few days she'd come home and tell Frank how she thought she'd done this wrong or done that wrong or messed up one thing or another. He felt for her.

***

Luckily help was soon at hand in the shape of Janet, Peter Zanetti's previous PA who having retired, had agreed to come back for two months to show Sally the ropes.

The first thing Janet did was congratulate her young charge on her appointment, explaining that simply by being appointed a lot of trust had already been placed in her. Taking Sally under her wing, Janet reassured and helped build the young woman's confidence while explaining the ins and outs of the job. Telling Sally, she literally had to be all things, that her time would not be her own - but her priority, and Janet drove this home - Sally had but one function, and that was to protect her boss. Explaining that as Mr Zanetti's PA she would be 'the gatekeeper', people who wanted to get to him, to his office and to his time would have to go through her. So, it was important that she sieve out and shield him from any unwanted and unnecessary distractions - her goal was to ensure he could do his job.

Janet warned Sally that people would try to take advantage of her 'newness', they'd try to pull rank -- and it was up to her not to let them. She had to be strong-willed and forthright, she shouldn't allow herself to be intimidated or to be taken advantage of, especially by those she might think were above her, including other directors and senior management. She answered to one person and one person only, Mr Zanetti.

Janet told Sally that if she stood her ground, she'd soon gain the respect of others, albeit begrudgingly. Janet then whispered conspiratorially, "If people are wary of crossing you, your job will be a lot easier, so don't be afraid to be a bitch and bite back if you have to, and don't be afraid to put people to the back of the queue if they act disrespectful... It wasn't Sally's job to be popular and she shouldn't worry about having to be nice. But, at the same time, where she could, she should foster friendships, relationships and alliances that would be advantageous, "Get people indebted to you."

Janet made sure Sally understood that during her working day it was inevitable she would become privy to lots of sensitive and confidential information, information that could be damaging if it leaked. Explaining that as a PA Sally will always in the background, and will see and hear things she can never repeat to anyone, not to her friends, her colleagues, not even to her husband.

Janet had noticed Sally's husband also worked for the company. This surprised Janet who assured Sally she must have impressed because normally a family tie like that would have barred her from such a post. Loose talk leads to rumours and rumours once started spread like wildfire.

"So", and making a zipping of the mouth gesture, she smiled, "Keep schtum.

Then Janet told Sally of more delicate matters, the requirements of the job which she may, or may not, find disagreeable.

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"Sally" she said, "You will, by necessity, also be privy to Mr Zanetti's private life, you will know all about his coming and goings, has his PA where you can, you will need to know where he is and who he is with at any time of day, and how to contact him. So, your discretion will be essential, expected, and relied upon. You must not gossip, must not tell tales."

Janet had then laughed as she tried to look serious when she said. "And believe me, Mr Zanetti gets up to a lot that perhaps he shouldn't..."

Sally asked what Janet meant.

Janet grinned. "Shall we say that as a bachelor, Peter Zanetti leaves quite a turbulent wake behind him, disgruntled husbands, upset boyfriends, and more than his fair share of angry women who'd hoped they'd be the one to land him... You'll have to deal with them all, hopefully with diplomacy."

Janet explained how Sally must again act as a gatekeeper as well as a silent accomplice, even booking hotel rooms and dinner reservations. Then, going to the office safe Janet produced a literal little black book that she handed to Sally.

"This book contains names, addresses, telephone numbers, job titles, details of spouses, essential info, guard it with your life. Most of the names are friends and ex-girlfriends, but some, at the back, let's just say they are providers of 'personal services' that Mr Zanetti occasionally makes use of."

Janet grinned. "Don't worry. On the occasion Mr Zanetti does require the 'company' of a female companion he will normally make the arrangements himself. But there will be times when you might find yourself having to make a call on his behalf, you understand what I'm saying?"

Sally nodded she understood, inside she thought it funny. "Are they hookers?"

Janet tutted, "I wouldn't let them hear you call them names."

Janet then smiled. "Good..." Then laughed, "Now for the downside... At times you might not want to, but you may find yourself having to be economical with the truth, or even to tell an outright lie, often to people's faces."

Janet chuckled. "I've been called quite a few names in my time I can tell you." This was followed by a nudge. "On the plus side, Mr Zanetti will always have your back."

***

In the car Frank turned from gazing out of the tinted window to look to his wife; it amazed him how she always managed to look so good. Everything about her screamed perfection, and so early in the morning too.

Her skin silky smooth with not a blemish to be seen, she glowed, the epitome of good health. Her makeup flawlessly applied, just the right amount of foundation, not too little, not too much, the same went for her eyeshadow, lipstick, her nails. As for her hair, this morninga small tight bun gave his wife a youngish slightly 'out of your league, don't dare approach' look. Her perfume heady, enticing, but not overpowering.

And all he had to do on a morning to be ready for work was take a shower and shave.

***

In those early months Janet drilled into Sally how it was part of a good PA's skillset to always dress appropriate and look good, "Find yourself a good salon, preferably one who will fit you in on short notice."

Sally was knocked sideways when she saw her clothing allowance, to say it was generous was an understatement. Janet explained that as an ambassador for the company, she was expected to wear the clothes that befitted her station and her proximity to senior management - so no shopping at Costco.

Janet smiled. "Sally, you need to be pleasing to the eye but not a distraction, it's a fine line, and whatever the rights or wrongs of it, an attractive strong woman garners more attention, gets her way, and is listened to even by other women."

Like a mother hen Janet would fuss over her young protΓ©gΓ©, stressing that she must be able to blend into the background, flit in and out of a room without being noticed, be an invisible presence - but on the rare occasion it was required of her - she needed to be able to distract, to catch the eye.

She laughed. "You're young and attractive, so that won't be a problem."

In her early twenties, Sally liked to dress young and her fashion preferences befitted her age, Janet hummed but saw the potential and generally gave Sally her head. That being said, Sally took on board Janet's advice and her attire for the office was practical, fashionable, stylish, and she avoided being too outrageous or controversial - although she did occasionally raise a few eyebrows from the other, older more experienced, PA's.

Although keeping to a youthful style and appearance Sally's choice of clothing didn't look out of place in the boardroom or when flitting between the directors and executive officer's offices. Colourful yes, and awkwardly for her, in those first few months, while she was finding her feet, on more than a few occasions she'd found herself being mistaken by visitors as an intern - but she hadn't faltered as she politely corrected them. Besides, Peter Zanetti liked how Sally dressed, to him her outfits were a breath of fresh air and she was good to look at. Sally was adding a touch of flair, in her own small way stirring things up, she stood out from the other PA's, he liked that. Even Mrs Zanetti, Peters mother and CFO, a striking woman in her own right, who may not have fully approved of Sally's outfits, couldn't find fault to criticise - apart that is from telling Sally, as if she was an errant daughter, to 'button up' if a tad too much cleavage was on display or 'perhaps something with a longer hem line tomorrow'.

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"Less is often more my dear."

To answer back, and acting as if she was an errant daughter, the next day a transparent blouse or a retro mini skirt would be the order of the day much to Mrs Zanetti's consternation and amusement.

Peter Zanetti would take in Sally's legs, her ass, her breasts and think to himself, 'If he couldn't touch, at least he could enjoy the view'.

Sally didn't know but her looks and figure had caught Peters attention and were why she had been Peter's first choice. However, upon seeing her son's goggled eyed interest in Sally's physical attributes rather than her secretarial skills - and noticing Sally's marital status, his mother had made sure to dissuade him.

Therefore, not long after appointing her first choice who subsequently let her down, Mrs Zanetti found herself more than happy that her forced gamble to promote Sally from the typing pool into her son's office at short notice, had paid off. She might have considered Sally to be a stop-gap, but she gave credit where credit was due, the young PA was outperforming all expectations, and one thing you could say about Mrs Zanetti was she recognised talent and good work when she saw it. To this end Mrs Zanetti had found herself putting off advertising for a replacement until finally she binned the idea altogether and made her permanent.

Plus, she liked Sally, liked her spirit.

***

For the flight to Vegas Sally had been advised by two other PAs to dress more for comfort than for business, she could always change when she arrived. So, she chose to wear a flowing ankle length black airy skirt that was tightly pinched at the waist thanks to a narrow black PVC belt. Her top was a tight ribbed figure-hugging white tank top that contrasted nicely with the skirt. The white top itself was covered by a loose, slightly oversized, unbuttoned blue chequered lumberjack shirt giving her a adolescent look. It was a simple and eye-catching outfit that emphasised her bottom and her breasts, there was no doubt she would attract second glances.

Normally Sally wore heels, but today, for comfort, some no-show socks and a pair of fashionable lace up sporty white sketchers were adorning her feet. Her jewellery complimented the simple and understated outfit, a chunky retro wide plastic bracelet on one wrist, and her gold watchstrap on the other. Even the small diamond studs were just right, noticeable but not flashy, highlighting not only her ears but the soft roundness of her face.

***

Frank smiled to himself, all she needed was a pair of Librarians glasses; and no doubt she had a pair to hand somewhere...

Of course, as he gazed at his wife, Frank had no inkling, apart from her hardly discernible nipples poking beneath the white top, that she was devoid of any underwear whatsoever, going commando being the order of the day... Nor was he aware of the revealing Victoria Secrets nightwear she'd carefully packed in her travel case.

"Penny for them," he unwittingly asked.

It took a moment for Sally to register that Frank was talking; never mind what he had said. Befuddled she fell out her reverie, her stare into the distance replaced with a nonplussed expression.

"Uh. What's that?"

Frank smiled and repeated, "A Penny for them? Your thoughts?"

Sally gave him the obligatory forced smile, the smile itself an unconscious recognition of his importance to her, perhaps of her guilt, otherwise why would she care to make the effort. If she answered honestly, she'd be telling her husband how she was daydreaming about dragging her nails across her boss's tight buns as his cock bottomed out deep inside her.

Did she love her husband? Well twelve months ago she thought she did. Still thought she did. Despite herself, despite how she was carrying on, despite her affair which had started less than two years into their marriage, despite everything she'd done, the deceit, the cheating, her deception - her feelings for her husband for some reason seemed stronger than ever. But then again, perhaps that was just in her head. Maybe she was compensating. After all he was no longer the biggest fish in her pond?

Did she love her husband? She knew she hadn't fallen out of love. But if she did love him, how could she reconcile that with the strong feelings she also felt for her boss. If she loved her husband, how could she be so attracted to and want to be with someone else? Why did she feel so loyal, if not more loyal to Peter? Why at times did she feel she was cheating on Peter with her husband, rather than the other way round? Not too long ago, anyone who asked if she loved Frank would have been given a slam dunk answer, she would have emphatically said 'Yes, she loved her husband'.

But that was before Peter Zanetti got his hands on her. Before Peter Zanetti, COO, her boss, her lover, had muddied the waters. Before Peter Zanetti, the charmer he was, had stolen her affection, and been happy to do so.

Over the past year Sally had been forced to re-evaluate her feelings for her husband, were they the kind of deep feelings someone should feel for one's soul mate? She didn't hate him, but she was increasingly unsatisfied with him, she was willing to lie to him, and on a conscious and subconscious level her view of him has a provider had diminished. How could it not with how she betrayed him, regularly making a fool of him, going behind his back to give herself to their boss, and do so willingly...

Regardless, now, Sally honestly had no idea which man she'd choose if she had to. When she compared the two she had no idea which one she wanted the most, well she did. In the short term she wanted Peter - but in the longer term? Had she secretly made her choice? Was it a case of seeking short term adventure and trying to keep a hold of it as opposed to settling for long term predictability.

Peter was by far the wealthier, he was handsome, ruggedly so, could be as brutal in the bedroom as he was in closing deals, and the orgasms he gave her, she'd never once faked with him. At twenty-eight he was incredibly fit, and from the state of her oft exhausted, battered and bruised body she knew first hand of his stamina. In her head Sally liked to fantasise and picture how attractive their children would be, probably two boys and a girl. He was educated, suave, sophisticated, but never condescending. If he was to ask her to move in with him, would she really say no? She'd smile, poor Frank would be left living of Pot Noodles.

She soon saw how her boss had a way with people, especially with women, he made women feel comfortable, special, she could see him working them, had them practically putting their panties in his hand, she could see how he got his reputation.

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