[Marc&slutJenna]

Continuing:

She came out of the bathroom in her nightie and a towel wrapped around her hair, and playfully sat in my lap and asked me why I was not in bed yet. At that point, I felt that I maybe wrong. Maybe there's a rational explanation to all this. But at some level I also felt I was fooling myself. What rational explanation can there be for semen in my wife's panties?

I just picked up her panties from the couch beside me and just showed it to her. From the expression on her face I knew my fears were true. She stammered and tried to brush it off saying that she has a discharge because her period is around the corner. I told her not to take me for a fool and told her to come clean. As I write this, I am amazed how I kept myself calm. It was almost like it wasn't me, but someone else. I asked her who Alan was.

She started crying. She told me Alan is Mr XXXX, her boss. I had met this guy before once, a fat balding sweaty man in his fifties (old enough to be her father). A typical new rich persona, complete with the requisite gold chain and more rings than he has fingers. He looks like an ex Ah Beng who lived long enough to get older and rich. You know the type.

She said a couple of weeks after she started work, he asked her to come to the back office to help him find some files. He told her the files were on the top shelf, got a step ladder and asked her to get up there and look for them. When she was looking for the files, she felt his hand under her skirt squeezing her buttocks. She said she was terrified and decided to carry on as if it wasn't happening (I have a hard time believing that, but knowing her personality, it is possible). The boss then pulled down her panties midway to her thighs and inserted a thick finger into her pussy and started finger-fucking her. She said she just gripped the shelf and stayed there. After that, he ordered her to come down from the ladder. When she did, he grabbed her by the hair, bent her over the old table, hiked up her skirt and started fucking her. He came inside her, zipped up his pants and left, not before asking her to bring him a coffee in 15 minutes. I asked her why she didn't report it, and she said "but I just started work there. Didn't want to lose my job". When I asked why she didn't tell me, she said she was too shy (yeah, too shy my ass).

After that the boss regularly fucked her, and then demanded that she accompany him drinking, followed by a fuck in a cheapo hotel in Lavender. He always cums inside her and as soon as he cums, he chases her away without even letting her clean up. Yes, you guessed it - the "office parties".

I wanted to kill the boss, kill the slut and kill myself. Instead, I just calmly told her I wanted a divorce and told her to pack her things. I am not sure what happened next, because I found myself seated at her PC, her panties still in my hand.

To be continued...

Marc