Cheating wife
The evening had escalated quickly and I thought of my husband probably sat at home and about to go to bed alone after beers and a take away as I was led by the hand in to the boardroom, where hours earlier I had sat taking notes in the meeting. Olly had reluctantly agreed to me being away for the night once again and he knew from past experience that Chris, my boss, was a lecherous old guy who made it quite clear that he viewed me as a dumb bimbo and eye candy employed for his own perverted...