Then, a couple of weeks ago, my cell phone rang and the creep was calling me! I answered and asked him how he had gotten my cell number and why was he calling me. He laughed and told me that I needed to come and see him. I asked him why I would want to do that. He told me that he had caught my husband stealing money from the company and that he was going to fire him if I didn't come to the office. Even though I didn't believe it, I panicked about what would happen if my husband were to lose his job, so I went to his boss' office. From the second I walked in, he began leering at me, and said something about how sexy I looked. He showed me fund withdrawals from the company's bank account made by my husband. He said he hadn't even told my husband that he had found out what he had done yet. He told me he knew how much we needed my husband's job, and then reminded me that he was well connected in the community where we lived...that not only would he fire my husband, but he would fix it that no one else would hire him either. He told me "there's only way to save your husband's job...you have to sleep with me."
The thought of sleeping with this creep was nauseating to me, but I realized that he was holding all the cards. I reluctantly agreed to his demands. So, this past weekend, with my husband being conveniently sent out of town on a business trip, his boss came over to out house. After making me undress in front of him, (every stitch)he told me to climb into bed (the same bed where my husband and I make love.) He ordered me to perform oral sex on him, and then swallow when he ejaculated. After a few minutes of rubbing, groping, and fondling every part of my body, he made me submit to vaginal intercourse. It was all I could do to keep from getting sick. He climaxed twice inside of me, and when he was finally finished, he thanked me for a wonderful evening, and told me that my husband's job was safe...for now. But he told me that sometime down the road, he would be sending him out of town on business again, and that I knew what that meant. He dressed, kissed me on the cheek, and left. I immediately went to the shower to try to wash off the smell and all the traces of him, but even a week later, I still feel dirty.
At least my husband's job is safe for the time being, and he won't ever find out what I had to do to keep it that way.


