Getting A Raise (From The Boss's Wife)

One of the positive benefits of getting a divorce after nearly twenty years of marriage was my newfound freedom. I had always wanted to move to the city but my wife was a die-hard country girl. During our marriage we compromised by living in the suburbs. Now that I was single again I had the chance to move back to the city where I could take advantage of the seemingly unlimited singles bars and endless numbers of available women. My one daughter remained with my ex, so it was no problem for me to move into a one-bedroom bachelor pad I easily found. I was in my element, again. I loved every second.

Since I was a very fit, athletic 45-year-old, I had no trouble meeting and dating younger women. This made me feel more alive than I had been used to after years in a boring marriage. My experience and contacts in the business world made it easy for me to land a decent managerial position in a promising young start up company. The owner was an associate of an old friend of mine and I was told nothing but good could come of me taking this job. Everything seemed perfect and my life was right on track.

The job entailed working long hours at first. It was in an industry that I was unfamiliar with, though the work itself was for the most part second nature. My boss was the biggest workaholic I had ever met. John seemingly never left the office. This company was his baby and he was utterly determined to make it work whatever it took. I was the one who felt the need to balance work and play, a need he didn't seem to have. So, it was a bit of a surprise when one day he suggested we get together for a night on the town. My new girlfriend Joyce, myself, and John and his wife. I had never even imagined he had time for a wife. John was the type of guy who never even took the time for a proper lunch, preferring to run around the office with a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. John suggested we all meet that evening at a local bar for a few drinks then head on over to a cozy Italian restaurant he knew of. Sounded great to me. I called Joyce and she approved. I told her to dress casual and meet me at the bar at six.

John and I tied up any loose ends at the end of the day and headed over to the bar as planned. John as usual had on his jacket and tie. I can't recall ever seeing him loosen his tie. I had on my work clothes with the sleeves rolled up on my dress shirt exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked touching my forearms, reminding me that those years of reverse curls were not in vain.

John and I were the first to show up at the bar. It was shortly before six. I was standing at the bar with my pint of Guinness when Joyce walked in a few minutes later.

"I see you had no trouble finding the place," I said as she walked up.

"Oh, I've been here before."

Joyce looked hot in her shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. The fit of her jeans accentuated every curve of her young butt and lovely legs. I introduced her to John. He gave me a sly nod of approval.

"Play a game of pool while we wait for John's wife?" I asked.