My Wife's Little Love Affair With Kay

I was paying bills when Kay called. Again, she needs money, something about having gone skiing with a couple of girls and she's broke. She promises to pay me back.

Sometime ago I got heavy with Kay and she 'lost' her virginity. I was not her direct boss, but she worked under my department. Like a lost puppy she became mine. My wife was 'understanding', Kay is a 'babe' in most people's mind. Too understanding, she took Kay's side. I stole her virginity, now she belonged to me.

For several weeks my wife babied her, 'poor little girl, that man took your precious virginity'. She moved Kay to a 'nice' apartment and bought her a new Civic. 'Don't worry, that wicked man can afford it'. Lunches, theatre, shopping, a trip to Paris, Rome and London. Every girl needs to see the world, my wife said.

In my office things were kept quiet, except she was a little too intimate when she spoke to me. Too familiar. And she slipped up about her new car. My wife 'adopted' her, that's what she said. 'I adopted her after you did that too her. You will never understand how a girl feels about having her virginity stolen from her'. So, explain to me why a forty one year old woman needs to go to the Spa with a twenty three year old, and get their 'tutus' groomed alike?

The clincher was identical tattoos on the inside of their wrists, right and left wrists so their tattoos are side by side when they hold hands. 'If you were a girl you would understand'. Something about having their virginities stolen by the same man.

I don't kid myself any more, they clicked and need their time together, long hours at the Spa, shopping for cute undies, sweet kisses and holding hands. I transferred some money to her account, when Kay's happy, my wife is happy, and everyone knows, happy wife happy life.