I Loved My Job!

I was 27 when I started working a sales job. I had no experience in this industry and knew the reason my boss, Bill, hired me was because of my looks. I had recently separated from my husband and needed to make it on my own. Bill didn’t care whether I lasted long term, he just wanted me to stay long enough for him to fuck me, or until he knew he couldn’t. The result of this was I wasn’t being trained at all. I was left to try and figure things out by myself so Bill was constantly on my ass. When one of the other staff, who was trained, quit I knew I needed to leave also. But then my savior came. Bill’s father Jim, who had worked there for years until he retired, came back to help out. Jim was the nicest old man, in his 70s, and very knowledgeable.

Jim took me under his wing and taught me so much that I could never repay him. It was well known that Jim’s wife had mental problems and she eventually had to be placed in a facility where she had constant care, and passed away a few months later. Jim had continued to work to help afford the cost and the 2 of us became a great team. Once his wife passed, I assumed he’d quit but he didn’t. We’d go to lunch together daily and even met for dinner or drinks a few times a month. I went from knowing Bill was going to fire me to being the top sales person he had. As strange as it sounds, I found myself attracted to Jim and we developed a sexual relationship to go along with an already deep emotional relationship. For a year and a half Jim and I spent most weekends together. He wasn’t always able to get an erection, but I was fine with that.

About a year ago, Jim died and I decided to change jobs. I’m engaged to be married again and told my fiancé all about Jim. I would say I definitely loved him, though not in the same way as I do my boyfriend. Bill continues to try and get me to come back, but I’ll never do that. I wonder if he’d still want me back if he knew his father had been fucking me when I had refused him.