My brilliant career
You can call me Julia. I'm 34, and the CFO of a mid-sized publicly owned company. I've been with this company for over twelve years.
I started right after college graduation and a June wedding, as the administrative assistant to an older woman executive. In that capacity, in my second week on the job I sat in on a meeting involving the CEO and a number of executives. That meeting proved fateful for me. I of course said nothing during the meeting, but exchanged glances and smiles with the CEO several times. On our way out the door the CEO, Ted, a tall man with a benevolent face, stopped me and congratulated me on my new job. I thanked him, then he asked if I would like to come to a weekly meeting in his office at 5 PM the next Thursday and afterwards sit down and discuss my career. I was taken aback because he didn't yet know anything about my abilities, but I agreed to come to the meeting on Thursday. When I got home, I happily told my husband, Don, about my day and the opportunity I would have to discuss my career with my boss's boss. He was happy for me, and if he had any misgivings he kept them to himself.
I should say that then, as now, I was a tallish brunette with small, pert b****** and a tiny waistline. When I was feeling confident I would tell myself I was beautiful. Maybe I was. Don and I had a happy new marriage and we made love several times a week.
Thursday came and I eagerly watched the clock. I was dressed very professionally as always, with no cleavage and a long skirt. When I knocked on the door Ted let me in, saying he was glad to see me. I looked around and saw that we were the only people there, and I asked, "When are the others coming?" He replied, "The first part of the meeting was cancelled, so we can go straight to discussing your career." With that, he settled on a loveseat and asked me to sit on the one opposite him. He told me, "I've studied your file and seen your graceful demeanor. I've decided to mentor you- with luck, all the way up to the executive suite." I was stunned, and said, "Why would you do that? What do you gain from doing that?" Then a light came on in my brain and I knew the answer to my questions.
He looked supremely confident and said, "What you would need to give me in return is s**, usually once a week. We would have to be discrete here in the office, but I don't see any reason this wouldn't work for the long term. I promise you I will do everything necessary to make sure your husband... what's his name?"... "Don", I replied."...that Don never finds out. I'll respect your marriage."
I sat, stunned, and looked at him for a long time. Something in the back of my mind was telling me this is what a real opportunity looks like, and so I replied simply, "Okay," and tried to smile. I decided at that moment that if I was going to do this I should do the h*** out of it to get the greatest possible return.
He said, "Excellent! Why don't you shift over to my loveseat." I did, and without any preamble he began kissing me and rubbing my b******. Then he took off my blouse and bra, and stood me up in front of him, then pushed me gently down onto my knees in front of his crotch, which was bulging. I unzipped his pants, rubbed his nice-sized c*** a little, then undid his belt and took his pants and underpants down. For the next 20 minutes I gave him the b****** of his life, and when he came in my mouth it was almost more than I could swallow. In the back of my mind I was telling myself I was only sucking his c***, not f****** him, so I hadn't crossed the Rubicon.
He lay back, sated, then pulled me up to cuddle with him a little. He said, "That was incredible, Julia. Unless you're really h****, why don't we save the rest until our next 'meeting' next Thursday?" It was only then it came home to me that I was going to be cheating on my new husband, whom I adored and who loved me in return, every week from then on.
I felt like a s*** on my drive home, and determined to make it up to Don that night and every Thursday after that. He greeted me with a kiss and, probably since I was late for dinner anyway, took me straight upstairs to bed and made sweet love to me. Afterwards, in the dark room, he saw I was crying and asked me why. "I'm just happy," I told him.
The next Thursday, I told my husband that I had my "regular" weekly meeting at the end of the day which would usually run until after 6. He was fine with that as he trusted me. Come 5 o'clock I showed up at Ted's office and he let me in saying, "I'm glad you decided to make it, Julia. This could be the start of a brilliant career!" Then he pulled my clothes off, careful not to tear off any buttons, laid me down on a thick oriental rug, and f***** me for the next 45 minutes. I would be a liar if I said I didn't love it- he was in his early 50's but he was a great f***.
Once again I had him c** in my mouth rather than in my p****, so Don wouldn't notice.
This weekly meeting went on for the next twelve years without my husband suspecting anything, and I received one promotion after another. The only changes to the routine were when Ted and I went to a conference out of town, usually staying about two nights. He would rent two rooms, not adjacent, then I would put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign on my room and roll my suitcase straight to his room for the duration. I never cheated with anyone else until a conference came where Ted solemnly told me he needed my help to close a deal with a Chinese investor, and asked me to f*** him. I looked at Ted sadly, then I said yes, and an hour later I was doing it with a complete stranger. This tryst, which gave me no pleasure, brought in an investment of over $50,000,000. Ted began doing this to me a few times a year, always telling me I was free to say no, and about the fourth time it was a group of investors, maybe eight in all. I had never agreed to my husband's desire to try a threesome, let alone a g*******, although I had fantasized about it for many years. After the first time, this kind of illicit f****** gave me a special thrill.
After ten years, Ted and the Board, who were clueless about us, promoted me to CFO. It was in the business sections of all the papers, a "woman who pulled herself up by her bootstraps to the executive suite." Bra straps would have been more accurate. Then a few months ago, Ted retired. The last time I met him on a Thursday after work he made a half-hearted effort to convince me to keep meeting him after he left the company. I refused- I was really looking forward to being a faithful wife again.
Don never found out about us, and he was always faithful to me. Our s**, while becoming less frequent, remained warm and exciting, and I made sure I always gave him my best on Thursday nights. For twelve years part of me felt like a s***, or more accurately a w****, since the additional salary I earned over the twelve years added up to over $800,000 dollars. I won't pretend that I didn't enjoy f****** Ted, and after the first time even f****** his business associates, but now I'm free to put my s** life back together with my marriage.