My Nice Private Life Is Upside Down

I partnered with my coworker to set up a boutique tax practice. She's an attorney, I'm a CPA. All was well until we went to a seminar for tax matters affecting the mega wealthy, our client base. During a late night dinner, wine and more wine, she laughed and told me it was so funny 'her husband joked that us being partners must be something sexual'.

I'm not a public figure, and have kept my personal life personal. In all my acquaintance with her I have never viewed her as a sexual partner. We are both mid thirties and frankly, I like younger toy girls, love them and leave them. Not a thirty four year old lawyer who will put me in a no win situation, and when she suggested that maybe we could surprise him with a 'night on the town'.

Not only get involved with her sexually, but surrender myself to her husband, and he was joining us for a stop over in Las Vegas. We went to a strip show, my friend pushing me to tell her 'how I liked my tits', were her tits acceptable? He sat quietly while she came on strong, she was wet and couldn't wait for us to go back to the hotel and get hot together. Whispers of what he wanted to do with me, whispers of her giving me the ultimate partner surprise. We were taking our relationship to the ultimate level, we would share her husband, and we would share each other.

To this day I can't explain to myself why I walked in the room with them, why I surrendered myself to him, why I laid back and let her perform, and worst of all why I performed on her. Our partnership is too close for comfort, it's no longer professional. Her giddiness drives me crazy, I don't need hugs at every turn, I'm not sure why I agreed to accept her promise ring, we are not teenagers. I haven't agreed to 'move in'. It's bad enough that I even agree to spending the weekend with them. I'm 36 and now I'm on birth control, something I never worried about.

Our practice serves some very secretive wealthy individuals, finding out their tax advisors sleeping together, sharing themselves with her husband is a recipe for disaster, and I can't stop myself from getting in bed with her, and not kicking her husband out of bed with us.

Sorry for the rant, I don't know what's happened to me.

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