My Wife's Worries Of Me On The Road Put Bianca In Our Lives

Early in my 30s I got put into a position of big responsibilities. My title was one of convenience, my reporting relationship was to the Chairman of the Board. I carried a plenipotentiary Power of Attorney and I had the power to hire and fire. These were troubled times in the industry, our company had over 10 thousand employees in the US and as many overseas. I got paid very well.

However, I traveled globally, and was away from my wife and kids. My wife worried I would go to dark places when I was away and alone. Her friend Bianca was without a job and she manipulated me into hiring her as my personal secretary. Her job, was to look after me while I was away from home and report back to my wife, keep her informed.

I took my job seriously, so did Bianca. On the road Bianca managed everything, and I was free to do my job. To put it in perspective, while I read through reports and answered emails in my room, she sat on the bed topless with a towel around her head talking to my wife. When my wife asked her to keep me out of dark places, my wife wanted her to sleep with me.

On one occasion when we were home for the weekend I asked my wife why Bianca was there, at our house, and my wife answered in a matter of fact voice 'she loves she wants to be with you'. It was then that the story was filled in, it appeared that since their college days they had this thing, they both claimed to be in love with me, but I married Candance not her. So now the opportunity presented itself where Bianca could look after me when I was away from home.

Up to that day I went with the flow, that Bianca slept with me on the road, and took all the weight off my shoulders to manage my day to day, I took her for granted. Intimacy was just part of the job. But with the burden of what my wife told me, a conspiracy concocted between them, put me in a dangerous spot. My feelings for Bianca were along the lines of close friends with benefits, Not lovers, or being in love.

My wife would have none of that, 'she loves you' she told me, 'the least you can do is love her back'. Something more to dwell on while she took care of me in a hotel bed in one more forgotten hotel. Retired from those days, Bianca and my wife continue to conspire, it gives them some unknown pleasure believing that without them I'm incapable of wiping my butt.