Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

It was five hundred dollars, more than her husband made in two weeks! It was twenty times the amount she had spent at the bargain sale yesterday and if he never found out how she had gotten it, it was more than enough to make Henry view her in a new light, to start talking to her like an equal again and maybe even to care enough about her to take time and much-needed care with their sex life, talking about new things and making love considerately like he used to.

Even in her intense concentration, Kathy was suddenly aware of the click of the television off-switch and then the low footsteps that suddenly filled the silence of the house. In her panicky fear of discovery, the frightened girl could think of nothing to do but hide the five hundred dollars behind her back as she heard Henry coming toward the kitchen.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped on you like that," his apologetic voice came into the back of the house even before his sheepishly smiling face appeared in the kitchen doorway. "The printer forgot to put Mr. Alexander's picture in the magazine and I'm just worried about the explosion that's coming tomorrow when he notices it. What did you do downtown today, anyway?"

"Well… well, I…" Kathy faltered, trying desperately to conjure up some reason for their newfound wealth, "I saw… a lawyer," she suddenly decided aloud, a smile of profound relief lighting up her naturally sunny facial features as she seized upon the bold lie. "D-did I ever tell you about my great-aunt in Baltimore? She… she died."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Henry blurted out consolingly, rushing up to wrap his arms around her slim shoulders as he saw her soft lower lips begin to quiver and her eyes grow shiny with real tears.

"No, you don't understand," the young blonde wife said, no longer able to hold back her tears of helpless misery. Tearing free of his embrace, she tried frantically to smile as she brought her hands from where they had been hidden behind her back and pressed the hundred-dollar bills into his hand. "Here… the lawyer gave me this… She left me the money. Now we don't have to worry about… about money anymore," she explained through her uncontrollable sobbing.

Her good-looking husband stared at her, first in astonishment then with concern as he thought he began to understand the true reason for her distress. Tossing the money down on the kitchen table, he laced his wiry arm around Kathy's tiny waist and drew her closer to him, until her head nestled warmly into his shoulder. Softly stroking her face with his other hand, he murmured gently, "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't think you were taking our money problems to heart so much or I never would have been so hard on you. It's not that important. It really isn't."

"I know, darling, I know," Kathy gasped out through her tears as she leaned wearily against the comforting warmth of her husband's tall form. In her heart, however, the voluptuous young wife was thinking something that was entirely different, for Henry was holding her tenderly, speaking more gently with her than he had done in weeks, making a real effort to understand how she felt. He seemed suddenly different now, radically changed from the way he had acted toward her for such a long time, changed from the way he had acted when she had walked in the door only fifteen minutes ago. And to her mind, there was only one thing that could account for the sudden shift in his whole attitude toward her.

Kathy's brown-eyed gaze drifted to the tiny pile of green one hundred dollar bills that lay on the kitchen table and she realized that, yes, she definitely would be returning to the Alexander Building, tomorrow as she had promised.

June Stillson sighed in disgust and slowly settled her excitingly naked body into an easy chair close to the huge king-size bed, reaching up beside her then to pull a small, secret switch recessed in the bedroom wall. It was located next to the huge mirror facing the colossal double bed that filled most of the room.

Earlier that morning, Max had instructed his cooperative brunette mistress to operate the trick two-way mirror when things "got interesting", so that he could watch through from the other side of the glass next to his office desk. A visiting executive from a cutlery firm was breaking in Max's pretty new public relations assistant.

The statuesque brown-haired June leaned even further back now in the overstuffed chair so that, on the other side of the mirror, Max would not be able to see the sullen displeased expression on her face as he gleefully observed the lewd sight of the naked young Kathy Cummings and the bald, over-weight businessman thrashing together lustfully on the well-placed bed. After another ample dose of the company president's potent absinthe, the young willowy-limbed blonde seemed to be fucking herself half crazy with Max's flabby business associate. June scowled at the transparent delight on the fat man's face, a man whom she had always entertained before today. It made her sick, she thought infuriatedly to herself, that this stupid little blonde cunt, a girl almost young enough to be her own daughter, could have simply strolled into Max's office one day and the next be sharing with her the private office and penthouse apartment after letting the boss fuck her only one time. The gorgeous brunette angrily imagined her wealthy fifty-three year-old lover sitting at his immense desk in the office on the other side of the wall. She could just see him as he gazed lost in concentration through the two-way mirror at Kathy Cummings' flawless, exquisitely symmetrical body, legs spread wide, writhing passionately under the paunchy, short cutlery executive. His heavy, log-sized cock was plainly visible driving deep into the soft hairlined folds of her ravenously working young cunt. June knew instinctively that Max was probably jerking-off, just as he said he often did as he watched her involved in some obscene act with one of his visiting business friends.

She turned her head defiantly away from the coarse spectacle – one that she had been told by Max to "supervise" and battled with herself to control the jealousy and hurt that she felt damming up within her. Even though Max had fully assured her yesterday that her position with him was secure, she could not control the unsettling, nagging doubts about the stability of their relationship. Certain questions she could not answer were running rampant through her mind. Just what did this girl have that made her so incredibly attractive to him, she wondered anxiously. Or was it as he had said only last night, that he merely wanted to teach Kathy's "insolent punk husband" a lesson? June wanted to blindly believe that the answer to the last question was "yes"… After all, she convinced herself, Max had said that the sole reason he had not called Henry in for an "ass-chewing" right away – right after he had noticed the editor's omission of the photograph in the company magazine – was because he wanted to dream up a special revenge against the irresponsible younger man, one that would "hit the kid where he lives".

"Wow, that sure is one fine piece of ass! I couldn't have gone any longer, not for all the money in the world, but the little lady doesn't look like she's complaining," a weakened male voice, wheezing with exhausted satiation, came to June's ears. Looking up with a little jump of startlement, the sinuous dark-haired woman saw that the tubby little businessman was addressing her as he pulled on his clothes, pausing momentarily to wipe the tiny beads of sweat glimmering on his forehead despite the air-conditioned coolness of the "guest" bedroom. Beyond him, June could see Kathy's supple, perfect body sprawled obscenely across the bed, legs still spread obscenely wide and a look of utter peace and contentment lighting her angelic facial features. The thin, blonde fringed furrow of her well-fucked young vagina was still spread and glistening from the fat man's ejaculation into and on it.