My Wife Marcia? Part Two - Sex Stories

My Wife Marcia? Part Two

... shoulder. It was at this point that I told her to take the day off, since I had no intention of going anywhere near work. Those words must have stunned her as she appeared frozen. She looked like she had seen a ghost. From the day I hired her as my assistant, Maxine had always known me to be punctual. “Now, get out of here before I change my mind,” I quipped. Her brown eyes lit up, as a dazzling smile came across her face. “I don’t know how to ask you this,” she paused, looking up at the sky. “Go ahead, you can ask me anything,” I replied. She swallowed hard, and tilted her head down toward the pavement. “Is everything okay at home?” she blurted, smiling nervously. I paused for a moment to think of a response that would conceal my feelings toward my wife. Maxine stood there, swaying from side to side. We stood there in silence for another couple of seconds as the sun scorched down on us, quite a contrast from the previous day. My eyes scanned her twenty-four year old body from head to toe. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her white blouse was buttoned down just right, exposing just enough cleavage. My eyes met hers as I cleared my throat. “Things are not the best with the wife,” I said, surprising myself at how honest I was being with Maxine. “Aww… that’s too bad,” she replied. “Let me take you on a drive, it will do wonders for you,” she said in sweet tone. I was a bit reluctant, as I wanted to maintain a professional relationship. ...

... However, given my situation, I tagged along for the ride. Chills ran through me as her hand brushed against mine as we walked to her car on the opposite side of the street. “You have to excuse me for this messy thing that I call my car,” she said, pointing at some artwork she had scattered around the backseat. A simple smile was my reply, as I let her know that it was just fine. My eyes locked in on her lips, moving as she spoke. Maxine seemed much more interesting than she had led on during her job interview and the duration of her time working for me. She was quite the conversationalist. I found out that she was second child of three, and that her parents lived in Suffolk County, Long Island. Her dad worked as an engineer, and her mom, a teacher. “Where are you taking me?” I inquired. “Wildwood Lake,” she replied. Maxine saw the puzzled look on my face and she burst into laughter. She explained that the lake was near Suffolk County and that it was formed by glaciers during the last ice age. I was quite impressed by her knowledge of the lake. She went on to state that she had not been home to visit her parents for almost a year. A look of guilt crept over her at this point. “That’s enough about my boring life, let’s talk about your exciting life,” she quipped. “Well, I'm married to a crazy, cheating bitch! How’s that?” I responded with an embarrassed chuckle. “Would you like to talk about it?” she asked, curling her bottom lip. I told her that I was not ready to talk about it, ...