Jessica was my boss's very hot, older, mature wife. Every time she graced the office with her presence, every man - every single one - turned and stared. She was just that gorgeous.
Always wearing a trendy mini-skirt, high-heels that clacked rhythmically on the tiled-floor and had her hair tied back in a ponytail, she was the epitome of what a mature woman should be.
Her stunning red hair fell to her voluptuous rack and her long legs seemingly went on forever. It was all we guys could talk about at the water cooler once she'd left.
Problem was, she was untouchable. If our boss caught us with his wife, he'd have our heads served on the company platter. There was no doubt in my mind of that.
But I found a way.
I found a way to have my boss's cake and eat it, too.