To many I have a perfect life. A family, a loving wife, 2.4 children and even the bounding Labrador. So why would I want to go and risk it all..?
Her name was Catherine. She was born and grew up in rural France, and though she'd lived and worked in the UK for the last fifteen years, since moving over here with her French husband, her English was still spoken with a sexy and unmistakable French accent. She was a petite blonde woman, some eight years my junior in her early thirties, with a short, trendy 'Pixie' hair cut to go with her cute elfin-like features. She also happened to be my secretary.
I 'inherited' Catherine when I joined the company. My boss, and former University mate that head-hunted me, mentioned when trying to persuaded me to join that he'd got a cracking French secretary lined up for me...he wasn't wrong!
When I started work there that summer, my marriage was going through a rocky patch. My poor wife was well aware of my wandering eye and consequently jealous of most of the women I encountered. With good reason, if I'm honest, as I certainly wasn't averse to a little bit of extra-marital fun. Indeed the affair I had with a colleague in my last job had nearly cost our marriage, and was the main reason I had to take up work elsewhere... If she saw how gorgeous my latest secretary was, she would go through the roof!
My new job started well and working with Catherine was an enjoyable experience. In addition to her oozing sex appeal she was also very proficient at her job and usually had everything done for me by mid-afternoon. I came to enjoy our late afternoon chats, where we talked about all sorts of every day stuff, including our respective marriages. Seems she liked to lend an ear when I offloaded to her about my marital difficulties.
She was certainly a woman who knew the allure she held over men. Aside from her looks and accent, she also had a very sexual nature, constantly thinking of or talking about such matters. I don't know if it was a French thing, but she was unlike any woman I'd known. She once even took a tape measure out of her desk drawer, and measuring up 12cm pronounced, "My husband's cock's this big..."
Staggered, and for once, lost for words, I simply stammered, "He's a lucky man, however big it is!" before moving on to another subject.
The sexual under-current was always simmering just under the surface with Catherine. She talked of my boss, saying that she knew he wanted her, but that she though he was a creep.
"He won't be having me." she told me quite matter-of-factly, before adding, "Besides, he's already fucking his own secretary anyway..."
I'd been with the company about six months when we were told we had to go away and attend our first Conference together, one that required an overnight stay. I thought little of it, but on the day we drove down, as it often did, the conversation turned a little racy.
She started to explain how since moving to England she'd noticed that different cultures have different rules.
"In France its acceptable, even expected that a man has a mistress." she explained, "I don't mind that, as long as it's also ok for the woman to have some fun too" she left a silence hanging, as we drove on down the motorway, and I felt a slight stirring in my groin..
"Anyway, I've decided I'm not going to sleep alone tonight..." she declared, matter-of-factly, "so I was wondering if you'd like to sleep with me, Jon?"
I nearly veered into the hard shoulder, with the shock of what she'd just said!
In her sexy French accent, she elaborated, "I mean, I don't want to be unfaithful, I'd just like some adult intimacy. There's nothing wrong with that is there...?" she asked, as she lightly touched my left cheek.
"No.... I guess not..." I spluttered, just about managing to keep my eyes on the road. "I'll leave it with you...but don't leave it too late to decide, because one way or another, I am going to share my bed with someone tonight."
Wow! If it were physiologically possible for all the blood in your head to leave your brain and go straight down to your cock, then that's what happened to me at that moment. My prick was straining against my trousers and seat belt, causing me to make an adjustment to my seating position.
She laughed, spotting my physical reaction to her comments, and looking down at my crotch said, "Well it looks like someone would like to...?!" before switching subjects to more mundane matters once more.
The Convention itself was a pretty dull affair, but when we went down for the evening meal, Catherine looked stunning dressed in an elegant long black silk dress, a striking contrast to her short, blond 'pixie' hairstyle and fringe hanging over her right eye. Slender and petite, even in her high heels, as I walked into the Lobby I noticed all the men's eyes fixated on her and a fair few jealous glances my way too. If only they knew!!
The evening progressed, and I toyed as to whether or not I should take her up on her offer. She'd be a great foreign fuck I mused, but I really don't want to be unfaithful again, especially after all the trouble it got me into last time.
As we moved on to drinks and the dance hall, I noticed Catherine flirting with one or two other guys, both much younger than myself, and even possibly her, and my heckles were immediately raised. Jesus, get a grip Jon! I thought to myself. Jealous over a woman I've never even so much as kissed..!?
