I Fell In Love With My Boss And His Wife Wants Me Out Of The Picture

A bit of a backstory. I was fifteen and I walked out of a restaurant with my mother, they were doing a 'shoot' for a commercial. The director asked me if I wanted to be an extra, stand in the background and act naturally. He used me for many other commercials, all local. By the time I was seventeen I was a lot more developed and some of the commercials focused on my cleavage. I liked modeling and being photographed. NOTHING ever happened between me and the director.

I went to college at the local Harvard on the Highway and got an associates first, and then a BBA in finance. I stayed in touch with the director and he recommended me for a job with a friend of his, a family business. From the first interview it was obvious that all he looked at was my cleavage. He asked me to turn around for him, and pull my shoulders back. His words before he hired me were 'nice 'tits'. You have to sell what you have, and I took the job.

He was infatuated with me. He liked sweaters and shirts that let my tits dance for him. A little jump now and then to see if my tits bounced, lifting up my skirt to see what color panties I was wearing. Leaning over the conference room table to lay out the sales presentations. He liked white panties when I showed him panty by bending over and he liked silky smooth panties when he lifted my skirt. And he was always crazy about my tits.

I did please him by kneeling between his legs, and pleased him by pulling my panties down when I bent over his desk to look at the pictures of his kids. I loved the attention, I loved his dick and loved his hands all over me. Yes it was wrong, but I loved the attention.

His wife came to the office one day and called me a hussy and to leave her husband alone or she was going to see to it that I got fired. She nowhere had the tits that I had, or the ass or legs either. She was so ordinary, I guess three kids had something to do with it. I found out later that she was a 'cousin' and he had to marry her because she got pregnant.

He told me to pay her no mind. I didn't. I wore the skirts and tops and bent over the desk or the conference table, slipped down between his legs and took in what ever was left after he had been with his wife the night before. I could tell because when she had been distant, he really took it out on me. The more distant she was the better for me, the way I saw it.

She threatened divorce. He told me we had to cool it for a while. I still wore the skirts and tops, and made sure he got a lot of titty flash and panty flash. But it was hard going weeks without his personal attention. I finally just broke down and went to see his wife at her house. Why couldn't she just have him when he was at home and leave him to me when we were at work. Hadn't she heard of a work wife?

I had never been horny, but the weeks went by and nothing. I needed some attention. I went to him and told him I needed him to hug me and kiss me. He said that he had to choose and he wasn't going to give up his wife, his home or his business because of me. He arranged a separation package for me, and a job with a friend of his. I guess that made his wife happy because she didn't divorce him.

I can't move on, I don't want to. I want to be with HIM, not some other guy, and certainly not the old man here. I gave him my virginity and I gave him my love and intimate attention. Because I love him, because I am not a hussy. She is punishing me, I know that much. But I also know that he loves ME, he is only staying with her because of the money.