Still Pinching Myself As To My Situation,

Ten years ago I was hired as a full charge bookkeeper by a man who had a small business. His bookkeeper had left him to go take care of her mother. The job was busy, he had a good business. My job included the obvious, bookkeeping, billing, accounts and reporting. But it also included insurance, and all of his personal matters. It was full time. Also, but not discussed in the interview, I was responsible for the kitchen, including preparing him lunch and sitting with him. He called me his Number One Woman.

The pay was good and I didn't have a commute and I stayed on, in spite of the kitchen duties. He was nice and communicative and taught me the business. As his Number One Woman I also dealt with his housekeeper and all of her issues. As his Number One Woman I had to put up with his innocent touches, and comments, and his observations about how I had ended up with 'my problem'.

One day after we had lunch he asked me how things were going and the first words out of my mouth were that the job was ok but I was lonely. I wasn't used to working alone like that. He surprised me and told me that I could look for a girl, part time, to come help me with the little things and maybe that would help me.

I knew this 'girl', she was in college and she needed money. So I asked her to come help me part time. Not for lunch. Part time after her classes. But that's not how it worked out, she came for lunch. He called her Sweetheart. And one day after the table was set and I had called him to come sit down, he walked in and he grabbed Sweetheart's breast in his hand and leaned over and kissed her. Kissed her until her toes curled, squeezing her breast gently.

My jealousy jumped up. But was it why her? or was it don't touch her. I was confused at my feelings. The kisses became normal, running his hand up her thigh when she was standing beside him while he 'taught' her. The kisses, long drawn out kisses, held against the wall, or in his lap at his desk. And more than once I saw his hand up her middle. One day, he did it. In the kitchen, against the sink while she rinsed off the dishes, he stuck his dick in her and left his sperm to do it's dirty work. Sweetheart got pregnant. Now I was jealous, why her and not me?

I couldn't take it, I was angry and frustrated. I was his Number One Woman. Why not me? I complained, I couldn't keep it to myself. He said OK, spread 'em and I got pregnant. Sweetheart and me, four months apart pregnant, but we were pregnant together. I rubbed her tummy and pulled her close to me, into my bosom. I kissed her, I grabbed her breast, and I told her I Loved her. And she let me. It was so confusing.

But she was growing bigger and bigger and he needed to put her where she could take care of the baby. He told me that she would be the one taking care of the 'critters' and I would be the one making the money. He found a place in a quiet neighborhood, he could afford it, and bought the place and fixed it up for her. I was told, just to keep me posted, that I would be leaving my baby with her while I was at the office.

It took an act of congress for him to let us live together. She stayed home with the babies, and it was her mother's milk that sustained my baby. I rushed home after work to be with her and help her get things ready. I told her everyday I loved her and she was MY Sweetheart. But really, in the end she is his Sweetheart and I'm his Number One Woman. And she stays home and it's her mother's milk and I'm the breadwinner. And when he needs more than full charge bookkeeping, well I'm his Number One Woman. And when he needs snuggling and cuddling and kissing, well she's his little Sweetheart.