My wife, Denise, had been very agitated lately. Something was bothering her, but my inquiries were deflected out-of-hand. Since nothing seemed wrong between us, I told myself it was work related. When she came home Thursday night, her anxiety had reached a new peak.
"What's going on?"
"We need to talk," she said. "Mix me a drink and make it strong, please."
Five years ago when she was nineteen, Denise went to work for a large privately owned company. Smart, a hard worker and good looking, she'd been promoted from the typing pool through the ranks. A month ago, she was selected to be one of the three executive assistants to Mr. J. Woodward Chase, the billionaire owner.
The promotion had three unusual job requirements. She had to dye her hair blonde, maintain her figure, and Mr. Chase would select and pay for all her work clothing. The clothes he selected were demure, classy and expensive with an elegant, understated sexiness. Denise looked good as a blonde. She'd inherited a narrow waisted, full breasted figure from her mother which required little diet and exercise to maintain. The clothes made her look even better.
"I want you to listen to everything I have to say, Danny. Don't get up and run off. Okay?"
"Sure, baby. What's wrong? Did I do something?"
"No, honey. It's about work. It's a long story."
"I'm all ears," I replied, settling back into my chair.
"Do you know why I was picked to be one of Mr. Chase's assistants?"
"Besides the fact you're wonderful? No. Why?"
"He can trust me. I treat everything like it was top secret. I always have. I would've had more friends among the secretaries if I'd shared gossip from time to time, but I never did. Trust is very important to me."
"You are very trustworthy."
"Yes, I am and so are you. That's one of the things I've always admired about you. Trust is the cornerstone of a marriage as well as a business relationship, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," I said.
"About a year ago I heard a rumor Mr. Chase had a mistress who gave birth to three children by him. I didn't believe it. All rich men have wild stories floating around about them, you know, about women or crooked deals or whatever."
She took a deep breath and sipped at her scotch and water.
"As an executive assistant, I see his personal, confidential files, things no one else sees. Some of these files relate to that rumor. The rumor's true. His mistress gave birth to three of his children. Only, Danny, it's not one mistress - it's four. Four women have had his children out of wedlock."
"You're kidding me."
"No, I'm not. It's true. Mr. Chase has nineteen children, seven with his wife and three each by four other woman. I wondered why any man would want so many. I did some reading. Many anthropologists think all men have a deep biological urge to impregnate as many women as possible."
"I've read about that. All mammals have it."
"Mr. Chase certainly does. He's very intelligent, physically large and powerful, and rich, so if all that's the result of good genes, his must be very good."
"There are other gene qualities, you know," I said.
"Yes, there are. All sorts of things are genetically based. Life expectancy is inherited, in part anyway, as are heart attacks, cancers, and a whole bunch of other diseases."
"I'd never really thought about it. I must have some good genes, too. Everybody in my family lives into their seventies."
"My family's even longer lived, but nothing compared to Mr. Chase. He's fifty-three. His father's going strong at seventy-two and his grandfather's ninety-four. His great-grandfather died at one hundred three. Old Mr. Chase has a forty-year-old girl friend, so even that works, I suspect."
"Denise, why are we discussing this?" The back of my neck tingled.
"Women have a tougher time of it. We're the givers of birth and the ones who raise the young. The future of the species depends upon how well we do our job. Women have to select a man to love and who loves them, someone who will care for them and help care for their children. And we have to select the right man to impregnate us so the children'll carry the best possible genes."
The tingle exploded into tremors.
"What does that mean?"
"I've been thinking about having a baby."
"Oh? When we talked about it a month ago, you wanted to wait until you were thirty."
"That's true, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm ready now. I want to be pregnant."
"And?" I said. I felt light headed and sweat beaded on my brow.
She leaned forward. Her eyes were pin points of intensity. "Do you trust me, Danny? Do you trust me with your life and your future?"
"Then you must trust me on this, too, because it's our future. Ours and our children. You must trust my instinct to do what's best for all of us."
"What are you trying to say?" The sweat flowed and I wiped my face with my handkerchief.
"My instinct, my gut-level female intuition, tells me to select the best male for loving, living with, and nurturing my children. That's you. It's always been you. I love you, Danny. Trust me on that. "
I didn't answer. I don't think she expected one, but I couldn't speak if she did.
"Those same instincts tell me to choose the best possible gene pool to impregnate me. Danny, Mr. Chase wants me to be his fifth mistress and have three children by him. He asked me Wednesday."
"Go on," I croaked.
"I accepted. I'll become his mistress and have his three children. I know it's the best thing for the children and for us."
"Do you love him?"
"No! Trust me, Danny. This isn't love. This is biology and genetics. I don't want to spend my life with him."
"But you want him, not me, to father your children."
"Our children. The ones we'll raise together."
"Is it about sex?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you had sex with him?"
"No, of course not."
"Has he asked you to do it?"
"No, he hasn't."
"Do you want to?"
"I must have sex with him in order to have his children. That's what this is about, having children."
"But do you want to have sex with him?"
"Danny, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then you know I've always been faithful to you."
"If it's about children, well, are we going to have any?"
"We'll have three children."
"No, I mean are you going to have any children I father."
"I knew what you meant, but it's important you realize these three will be yours. Your nurturing will help mold them. I don't think we should have more than three. That'll be enough."
"I don't like this. You need to tell him no."
"Weren't you listening? I agreed to do it."
"Maybe that decision was for you, but it wasn't for me."
"Yes, it was. It was for us. You have to trust me and my intuition, Danny."
"And if I don't trust you on this, Denise? What then?"
"If you don't trust me, how can I trust you? I can't let a man I don't trust help me raise my children. It's too important."
She yawned and stretched, letting her robe open to treat me to a view of her body. "I'm ready for bed, honey. Please come hold me."
That was as demonstrative as Denise ever got in asking for sex. We made love as we always did. I played with her until she warmed up. She brought her knees up, letting me enter her. I pumped away until my orgasm came. She put a towel between her legs and rolled over, her back to me, and went to sleep. We did it that way twice a week, sometimes three.
I sometimes wondered if she really liked sex. She assured me she almost always orgasmed. I could feel the contractions of her pussy on my cock, hear her breathing change and feel the elevation of her body heat, so I believed her. But where was the explosion? Where were the sweat, the moaning and the other signs? Where was the ecstasy and passion?
Maybe that was it. Maybe I wasn't sexually pleasing her and that's why she wanted to accept Mr. Chase's offer. Maybe it was pure lust. She slept soundly beside me as I thought about the bombshell she'd dropped on me that night. It was early morning when sleep finally came. I wished a decision had come with it.
Denise awakened me the next morning. "We have a four o'clock appointment this afternoon with Mr. Chase. He'll explain the financial arrangements to you."
"What financial arrangements?"
"Of me being his mistress. Have a good day, honey. I'll see you at four and don't you dare be late." She kissed me on the cheek and left me with the same thoughts I'd had all night.
I arrived at three fifty-five dressed in my best suit. Their offices were on the top floor of a major office building. I went to the thirty-third floor, cleared security, changed elevators and continued to the top. The floor receptionist passed me to the receptionist for Mr. Chase. Denise was beaming when she came out. She took both my hands and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're here. You don't understand how valuable Mr. Chase's time is. His meeting with us is quite an honor."
"He should be honored you agreed to be his mistress," I said under my breath.
"Danny, many women would love to have an offer like this. He picked us and it's our honor. Now be on your best behavior."
Mr. Chase was standing beside a large conference table covered in documents. Two men and two women were with him. "His key men and the other E.A.s," Denise whispered. Both the women were very attractive, blonde, built, and beautifully dressed, just like Denise. I wondered if either of them had been offered the "honor" he offered us.
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