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cuckolded by my wife's boss

Copy of a letter sent to me. Dear Sam As you know, I am the managing director of xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and your wife Paula has been my personal assistant for three years. I have been very satisfied with her work for me, and I could not wish for a better PA. A short while ago she asked to see me and told me that she thought it was time we gave her a salary increase. I pointed out that we have a pay structure which she agreed to when she was appointed, and that it would be difficult for me to go beyond that. She was however insistent and I said I would consider her request. Your wife is a very attractive woman and very popular here, particularly among the male staff. After discussing the situation with her immediate boss, John, we agreed that we would increase her salary substantially, but only on condition that she agreed to spend a night with us at a forthcoming conference. I also said that - so that there would be no misunderstanding - you should be told everything that took place. After some thought she agreed but said that, instead of the embarrassment of having to tell you herself, I should write down the details and send them to you. This would give you time to consider the situation while she was at work, and allow you to react after due consideration. This is why I am writing to you. The conference took place last week at the Hilton hotel, and we had reserved two rooms so as not to reflect badly on the company. However, we three installed ourselves in the bigger room. ...

... We attended the first session of the conference, and then the dinner which followed in just the way we always do. We then went to the hotel bar, and spent an hour there enjoying the company. I have to say that your wife was very relaxed and lively. Her short cocktail dress was admired by many of the delegates, most of whom were young men. She sat on a high bar stool so that her shapely legs were easy to see, and from some angles it was clear that her underwear was visible. She didn’t seem to care that a succession of men pointedly took up positions from where they could see. We sat there for an hour, chatting to colleagues and old friends we hadn’t seen for a while. Eventually Paula stood up and announced that she was tired and was going up to her room. Admiring looks followed her as she left the bar and climbed the wide stairway to the first floor. We stayed for ten minutes, not wishing to follow too obviously, then wished everyone good night and left. We opened our door and entered the room. Paula was sitting on the end of the bed, still wearing her black cocktail dress which had buttons right down the front. She’d kicked her shoes off, and I fancied she had undone a button or two of the dress, top and bottom. She smiled as we entered. My number two John went straight to the bathroom, while I sat down in a chair facing the foot of the bed. I was a few feet from her, and I sat back and admired her legs. Her knees were together but the dress had slipped apart so that her legs ...