My wife has instructed that I write about how I became her cuckolded husband. Janet and I met through her deceased husband Thomas who passed away six years ago from leukemia. Thomas was an architect and he and I met on a building project. I am a professional contractor.
My first wife Jennifer and I had one child after marrying right out of college. Not long after our first child, she filed for divorce when she found evidence I had strayed outside of our marriage. It was a nasty divorce, requiring me to sell my business, and leaving me with a hefty alimony and child support payments. I went to work as a sub-contractor which is where I met Thomas. Thomas, Janet and I became good friends and after he became ill, I tried to do as much as I could for them.
When he died, it really wasn't in my plans to begin seeing her, it just kind of worked out that way. Janet is an absolutely gorgeous woman -- a striking brunette who keeps herself in shape by going to the gym several times a week when she's not out running or playing tennis down at the club. Janet is 32 and I'm 36.
She and Thomas had two children together, Brian who is ten and Katie who is eight. She had a little difficulty with Katie and the doctors decided it might be best not to have any more so she had her tubes tied preventing further pregnancies.
After Thomas died, we began spending time together, finding we really did enjoy each other's company. She had her own marketing company and came from a fairly well off family. Her father, now retired, was on the ground floor of a pharmaceutical company that left him quite wealthy when he decided to kick back and enjoy life.
Janet and I married three years ago and things could not have been better. Not only was she a great wife and mother, but she was also a very good lover. While we had not discussed in depth her sexual history, she knew well the reasons for my first break up and I had promised I would never repeat that mistake. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case.
On a trip out of town attending a meeting, I had a few too many drinks and the next thing I know, I'm picking up some girl in the bar and taking her back to my hotel room. I suppose once the dam has broken, it's hard to hold back the water as I seemed to continue to repeat my old pattern of infidelity.
I was very careful and never did anything that could betray my indiscretions until the woman who was working in my office announced her husband was transferring within his company and she would need to resign.
Shortly after Janet and I married, she provided the financing for me to create a new construction company, one in her name so that my first wife Jennifer couldn't go back to the judge and go after that too. This was before this recession and our area was booming in the residential real estate market.
When Nancy, my receptionist told me she was leaving, she promised to help me find her replacement and called a temporary agency to send over some help. There were quite a few Nancy brought in, some were attractive with little skill. Some quite skilled but not very attractive. Looking back, perhaps my life would have taken a different turn had Nancy chosen the later.
Then one afternoon, I came in the office to find Nancy explaining procedures to an absolutely stunning young woman. Carrie was a cute little blonde, maybe 26 or so, with brown eyes and a nice body. I tried to act disinterested but I was hoping Nancy was going to say this one is a keeper!
As luck would have it, Nancy was pleased with her skills and I was absolutely delighted at the new office scenery. We gave Nancy a going away party with the workers I employ and then it was down to business.
Carrie was very matter of fact for the first several weeks as I tried to lighten the conversation up between us. Eventually she became much more open with me and less guarded as I gave her more and more freedom around the office to take care of personal errands.
I would compliment her on her outfits, particularly those which might be a little more casual or revealing than the clothes she wore when Nancy was supervising her. Pretty soon she was wearing shorter skirts and tops which displayed her gorgeous chest and hot young body.
I tried hard to be good at the office but I suppose my subtle signs of encouragement to Carrie was my own downfall. Soon she was walking around the office barefoot, showing off her toned legs, and wearing revealing tops that did little to hide her ample breasts. My workers also took notice and I often overheard some of their conversations when I was out on the sites as they discussed the hot chick back at the boss's office.
Carrie had been with me for about eight months when I asked if she could attend a Builder's Compliance Conference with me where we would be introduced to some of the new regulations being enforced in the industry. It was on this conference that I took the step that would seal my fate.
The two of us had a nice dinner after the last session, before heading to the bar for a couple more cocktails. I could tell Carrie was feeling no pain as she sipped on her drinks, her brown eyes dazzling me, as I contemplated my next move. I offered to walk her back to the room and as she started to open the door, I softly said her name. When she turned and looked up at me, I locked my eyes on hers and lowered my head down, placing my lips on hers.
We stood in the hallway and kissed before I pushed open her door and moved us quickly inside. My hands moved to her slender waist and then slid under her shirt, touching her skin for the first time as I felt her push harder into my body. I knew then she wanted me as much as I wanted her as I let my hand slide down over her delectable ass, squeezing it, as we both began undressing at a maddening pace. She was every bit as good in bed as I imagined and we spent most of the next day making love rather than attending the sessions that we had registered.
From that point on, our relationship changed and we often locked the door and engaged in sex in my office. She would give me awesome blowjobs as I talked on the phone and I lost track of how many times I fucked her on the loveseat in my office. Carrie might have been the best pussy I have ever had and as time went on I gave little thought to either her young husband or my wife finding out.
Our affair had been going on for about three months when I returned to the office one day to find Carrie missing. My wife was waiting for me in my office and there was a temp filling in for Carrie.
"Hey babe, what brings you up here?" I smiled as I walked over to Janet and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Oh, just came by to see if you had plans for us tonight. If you don't already have something in mind, I've sent the kids to stay with mom and dad and thought the two of us could have some quiet time together," Janet said with a devilish smile on her face.
"Damn, that sounds great," I shot back. "By the way, you know where Carrie went?" I quizzed nodding to the temp worker manning her desk.
"I sent her home," Janet answered back. "I overheard her on the phone and she sounded like she needed to take care of something so I told her to call somebody in and take care of it. Besides, it's the weekend and you work that poor girl to death. I'm sure she's got tons of overtime piled up."
I felt a little bit of anxiety with the way she said it, almost as if toying with me about the hours Carrie was putting in.
"Listen," Janet said breaking the silence that was beginning to envelope our conversation, "try to be home right at six. I've got a prime rib that should be ready and I have naughty plans for the two of us tonight."
Janet walked up, placing her hand on my chest as she kissed my lips, lightly biting my lower lip. Her left hand slid to my crotch, finding my manhood, as she squeezed playfully, looking up at me, and then walking away.
Janet's ass swayed back and forth as she made her way to my office door and walked though. I couldn't believe how fortunate I was to be married to such a goddess, not to mention the fun I was having at the office.
When I arrived home, Janet was dressed in a dark blue teddy, her finger and toenails painted burgundy, as she met me at the door, placing a warm inviting kiss on my lips.
"I've laid you out something to wear baby. Why don't you go shower and when you get out dinner will be ready."
Janet handed me a vodka tonic as I made my way down the hall and into our bedroom. She had candles burning in various areas of the room in anticipation of our night ahead. There was something on the bed, wrapped up with a ribbon. Unwrapping it, I found a bottle of my favorite cologne and some lube that we use when we play together. That's what she wanted me to wear? I couldn't help but chuckle as I undressed and took a shower before heading back down the hall to the dining room stark naked.
"I put on the cologne you wanted. Is this what you were expecting," I said as I stood before her nude, holding my arms outstretched at my sides."
