Up until today I would have told you that I had the best possible life. I was married to a wonderful man, I had a job I really loved and I worked with a terrific group of people. My husband, Jeff Parker, and I met through mutual friends shortly after I had finished college. We've been married for 6 years and, as far as I'm concerned, they have been 6 years of bliss. I work as the office manager at one of the most prestigious law firms in our city and get along great with all of the lawyers and staff.
The two people I'm closest with in my office are Jonathan Donnelly, whom we all call JD, and my personal assistant Betty Frazier. JD is the only African American in our office and is a junior partner in the firm. He and I have always had a flirtatious relationship with him telling me that he would drop his girlfriend in a heartbeat when I was ready to dump my husband. He's very tall at 6'4" and from what I can tell is quite muscular. We tease each other constantly, but he knows I'm totally faithful to my husband.
Betty is, probably, my closest friend and we talk to each other about everything, good and bad. She's very good at her job and she takes very good care of me. She's, maybe, two years older than I am and remains single, though I don't understand why because she is absolutely gorgeous. At first, all of the single lawyers tried to get her to go out with them, but she said she was very strict about not dating co-workers. I always thought she should have been a model or something, but she said she was quite happy working for me and the firm.
My name is Leah Parker and I'm a petite 5'2" and weigh about 115lbs. I used to run in college and continue to, so I've maintained my athletic build and good muscle tone. I, also, do yoga on a regular basis which has kept me very flexible. If you asked any man what my best feature was he'd probably say my ass, which, I have to admit, I'm quite proud of. My breasts are a bit large for my size, but not overwhelmingly so. My hair is naturally platinum blond and I keep it quite short and my eyes are blue
As I mentioned above, up until today I was blissfully happy, but that all came crashing down when I opened my mail. There was a large envelope addressed to me in care of the law firm and had 'personal' written on the outside front and back. When I opened the envelope, I pulled out a DVD of some sort and another envelope with my name on it. I opened the smaller envelope, straightened out the enclosed letter and read:
Dear Mrs. Parker,
I'm sorry to inform you this way, but I thought you should know. Your husband Jeff has been having an affair with my wife. It has been going on, as far as I can tell, for a little over a year. Enclosed is a DVD of the two of them caught in compromising situations over the past month that were recorded by the private investigator I hired to follow my wife. I have to warn you that there are some very graphic moments that may be very upsetting to you. You should also be aware that he is not at a business meeting that he probably told you about this week, but is in Las Vegas with my wife.
Once you review the CD, I would suggest that you contact a lawyer to determine what courses of action are available to you. Again, I'm very sorry for breaking this news to you in this way. Good luck to you in the future.
Jeremy Blythe
I reread the letter several times, but couldn't believe that my beloved husband was cheating on me. I thought that Parker is a fairly common name, so, perhaps, I was confused with someone else. The only way to check would be to watch the video, so I inserted the disc into my computer and started the video program. At first there was a picture of someone's bedroom and then a very beautiful woman entered the room while talking over her shoulder. I quickly studied the woman and saw that she was the polar opposite of me looks wise. She had dark hair, skin and eyes, she was fairly tall and very curvy.
Moments later, the person she was talking to entered the room. I couldn't believe my eyes as my husband walked up to this woman, wrapped his arms around her from behind and began kissing her neck. As he kissed her, his hands began unbuttoning her blouse exposing a very sheer and sexy bra. His hands didn't stop at her blouse once he had it off, but continued to work on her slacks pushing them down off of her hips exposing her matching panties.
When he had her pants off, he reached up and unhooked her bra releasing her very pendulous breasts. He fondled them for a few moments and then reached down and began to pull her panties down. When they were around her ankles, he began to work his fingers in and through the slit of her vulva. I could see her shiver as he stroked her sex and before long she seemed to have an orgasm. He then walked her over to the bed and told her to bend over as he quickly stripped off his clothes. When Jeff was naked with his erection pointing out, he walked up behind the woman and thrust roughly into her waiting pussy and began fucking her with very hard strokes.
At this point I couldn't help myself as I saw my marriage go up in flames and began bawling loudly. I couldn't stifle the sobs as I heard a knock on my door as JD walked into my office. He was about to say something funny because he had a big smile on his face. When he saw me, however, his smile faded immediately and a look of concern came to his face. "Leah! What's wrong?"
I looked up at JD with my tear stained face and stuttered, "J-J-Jeff is c-c-cheating on m-m-me."
JD stared at me for a moment and then said, "There must be a mistake!" I handed him the letter and pointed at my computer screen. He quickly read the letter and then looked at the video where Jeff was still pounding into his lover. "That son of a bitch!" He then went to my door, opened it, stuck his head out and said, "Betty, can you come in here quickly, please?"
When Betty came into my office, she looked at me and cried out, "Oh my god, what's wrong Leah?"
JD answered for me saying, "She's had a shock. She's just discovered that her husband is cheating on her. Could you take her home with you and spend the night with her? I'm going to try and get a handle on this and try to locate the man who sent this letter and video. Leah, I want you to go home with Betty and let her take care of you. I'll stop by Betty's tomorrow so we can talk once the shock has worn off. I want you both to take the next few days off, okay?"
I nodded like a robot and let Betty lead me from my office down to her car. Betty didn't say anything while she drove and just let me cry to myself. When we got to her condo, she took my hand while we walked into her apartment. Once inside, she pulled me into a hug and told me to let it all out. I began crying in earnest as I thought about what my husband had done to me. Betty stroked my hair and whispered calming thoughts to me as I cried.
Finally, after a half hour or so, my crying ended. Betty let go of me and told me to sit on the couch as she left me to myself. She returned a few moments later with a bottle of wine and two glasses, poured out the wine in each glass and then handed me one. I'm not much of a drinker, but I really liked the cold, crisp white wine that Betty gave me. We sat and talked for a couple of hours until Betty asked if I was hungry. I said, I was, so she ordered some Chinese food to be delivered. We continued drinking wine and managed to get through two bottles by the time we finished eating.
I felt pretty drunk when I told Betty I wanted to go to bed, so she showed me to the bathroom and gave me a toothbrush to use. As I brushed my teeth, it dawned on me that I didn't have any sleepwear and it, also, dawned on me that Betty just had a one bedroom apartment. When I voiced my concern, she said, "I'll loan you a t-shirt and we can share my bed, it's pretty large." I stripped off my clothes while Betty and I talked. Mostly I slurred my words due to the wine and I would have felt rather inhibited stripping in front of my friend, but, again, the wine saved me from that embarrassment.
