I woke up before the alarm went off, and lay in bed for a while before getting up. I had slept soundly after another round of amazing sex with my father-in-law Bill last night. I smiled as I recalled his remarkable virility and stamina for a man of his age.
I had little doubt that, had we spent the night together, he would have given me orgasm after orgasm. I was getting wet just thinking of our lovemaking.
Sexual excitement soon gave way to guilt as I thought about the relationship that I had allowed to develop between me and Bill. I blamed myself for giving in too easily to his advances. I should end it now, before it was too late to save my marriage - if it wasn't already too late. I should pack up my things tonight and go back to our apartment after work.
Getting out of bed, I remembered the voice mail message I had received last night from my husband Dave. I had decided to wait until this morning to listen to it. It was early evening in Germany, I figured; I'd better listen to it now:
"Hi, honey. I know it’s late there, but I wanted to try and catch you before you went to bed. I really miss you. I hope everything is going well. Call me when you get this, okay? Love you."
I dialed his number. I was startled when a woman answered.
"Hello? Is Dave there?" I asked.
I heard her say, "Dave, it's for you," in a muffled voice.
"Hello?" Dave said.
"Hi. Who was that woman who answered the phone?" I asked.
"Oh, that was Susan, my secretary. We're working late tonight."
"I see."
"Listen, honey, it's really great to hear your voice, but I have to meet with a customer in a little while. Can I call you later?"
"You have a meeting with a customer at this time of night?" I asked, not trying to conceal the skepticism in my voice.
"Yeah, we're taking him to dinner to discuss business."
"We?"
"Yes, Susan and me. It shouldn't run too late. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Sure, have a good time," I said, as I ended the call.
He's cheating on me with his secretary, the bastard! My anger lasted only a moment, then I laughed at the thought that I would feel like a victim because of his infidelity, when I had been sleeping with his dad. Well, it serves him right. He can play around with his secretary if he wants to, but if he thinks I'm just going to sit here night after night, waiting for him to come home, he's got another think coming.
I quickly got dressed, choosing a snug white top and a short black skirt. The outfit was a little dressy for work, but I wanted to look attractive today for some reason. I took a quick final look in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, with a little smile on my face.
*****
When I got to work, I noticed the usual appreciative glances from several of my male co-workers as I walked down the hallway to my cubicle. What girl doesn't secretly enjoy that kind of attention?
I was pretty busy in the morning, but after lunch, things started to drag, as it always did on a Friday afternoon. I was trying to decide if I was going to move back to my apartment tonight when my phone vibrated. It was Dave. I was due for a break, so I took the call.
"Hi, Dave."
"Hi, honey, how's it going?" He sounded like he had been drinking.
"Oh, the usual. How was your meeting?"
"My meeting? Oh, it went great. We got a lot done," Dave replied. I thought I heard someone giggling in the background.
"Well, that's good. I really miss you, Dave. When are you coming home?"
"I'm stuck here in Germany for another week or so, and then they're saying I might need to go to Brussels for a few days."
"Brussels? Are you serious?"
"Well, they're thinking that since I'm already over here, it makes sense for me to go ahead and take care of that customer, too. I'm trying to get them to let me come home for a week in between, so we'll see." I heard more giggling in the background. Was it Susan?
"I'm really lonely, Dave. I never thought we'd be separated like this so soon after we got married."
"I know, honey. I just hate it, but what can I do? How are things going there at home? Are you getting along okay with my folks?"
"Yeah, we're getting along fine," I replied. Especially me and Bill.
"Oh, that's good. Well, listen, honey, I better let you go. It's late and I have a busy day tomorrow."
"Okay." Susan must be getting impatient.
"I love you, Beth."
"Love you, too."
I was pissed. It was obvious that he couldn't wait to get back to Susan.
I went back to my desk, but found it hard to concentrate on my work.
*****
After another hour or so, I went to the coffee station to get a shot of caffeine to see me through the rest of the day.
"Hello, beautiful."
I looked around and saw Joe standing there. He was an attractive guy, a little older than me, I guessed. I was surprised he had addressed me in such a manner; wasn't that forbidden in the workplace these days?
"Hi, Joe."
"How's it going? You seem kind of down in the dumps."
"Oh, it's nothing, really. Just one of those days I guess."
"Do you want to go for a drink after work? Maybe I can cheer you up."
"Oh, I don't know," I said. This was the second time in the last couple of days that Joe had asked me out. He knew I was newly-married; why did he think I would take him up on his offer? Had I mentioned to him that Dave was overseas on business? I couldn't remember.
"Come on, it'll do you good," he persisted.
"Okay, why not?" I replied with a smile.
"Great! I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby about 5:15, okay?"
"Okay, I'll see you then."
I had to admit that the prospect of going out for a drink after work cheered me up a little. I decided I had better call my in-laws to let them know my plans.
Irene answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, Irene. It's Beth. I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm going out after work with my girlfriends for dinner. I'll probably be late, so don't worry, okay?"
"Okay, Beth, have a good time."
"Thanks, Irene."
Telling Irene I was going out with my girlfriends sounded better than the truth, that I was meeting an attractive guy after work for a drink.
It's been a long time since I had a date, I thought to myself with a little smile.
*****
Joe greeted me in the lobby with a big smile on his face. I returned his smile, looking around anxiously to see if any of my co-workers noticed us leaving together. We had both parked in the covered parking garage attached to our office building, so we headed that way.
"Let's take my car," Joe said. "I'll drop you back here later." He opened the door for me when we reached his late-model sedan. He got an eye-full as my short skirt crept up my legs when I slid into the seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked, as we got underway.
"There's a little bar a couple of miles away that I really like."
I said nothing, but wondered why we just didn't go to the place next door where a lot of employees went after work. Then I realized that was probably why Joe chose the more distant bar - it was more discreet.