The Boss Lady Part I Revised - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part I Revised

... job. Anita handed him the shot glass, and he raised it to his lips. He downed it like a champ. It burned a little but it felt good at the same time. She offered him another, and he accepted. He downed it quickly once more, and took a long sip of his beer. Anita walked out of the kitchen, her tan, four inch heels clicking loudly against the tiles of the kitchen floor. The pitch of the clicking changed however when she walked onto the hardwood floor in the living room. The spacious room was painted a light, golden yellow. Pictures of herself, as well as her husband filled the walls, and a large, flat screen TV hung above the fire place. Anita walked over to the overstuffed, white couch and plopped down on it. Jack followed suit, and sat on the opposite side of her. “So why exactly am I here Anita,” Jack asked, feeling the alcohol begin to loosen up his nerves. He figured that she must be a little tipsy by now, given the way she was moving around. She seemed more relaxed than usual, and the typical sneer that is usually perpetually plastered on her face had softened to a look of mild irritation. “I wanted to talk to you. Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Anita replied sarcastically. She finished her wine and put the glass on the coffee table. “Ok then. Sooooooo, let’s talk,” Jack said. “What do you think I should do about my husband cheating on me,” Anita asked, wasting no time with small talk. “Do you think I should get back at that asshole,” Anita asked. She ...

... closed her eyes, and then shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry Jack.” She put her head down and closed her eyes. “I guess I’m just so fucked up because of this shit that…” She paused, and then looked up at Jack, making eye contact. “I just don’t know what to do!” Jack gave Anita a puzzle look. He got up off of the couch and walked into the kitchen to get the bottle of wine, as well as the vodka and shot glasses. He brought them back and set the two shot glasses on the table. Uncorking the top of the vodka bottle (yes, it’s high-end enough to have a cork), and poured two shots for the both of them. He handed one to her, and she threw it back, and Jack threw his back as well. “Anita, I don’t know what to tell you. I haven’t dated a woman in some time, and it is for this very reason that I don’t want to date one in the near future. But, what you do in your marriage is completely up to you. I mean…,” Jack paused. “Do you even want to save the marriage? I only ask because if you do, cheating on him is not a good way to reconcile. Tit for tat never ends up going well for either party.” Jack thought to himself that maybe she should be paying him overtime for marriage counselling. “I want to divorce that cheating motherfucker,” she said angrily. “I’m going to! I’m going to divorce him, and I’m gonna take his ass to the motherfucking cleaners! I am tired to being married to that cheating piece of shit! I did everything for him, and this is how he repays me! Everything Jack,” she said ...