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It didn't take long for the auditors to discover not only the problem, but what was causing the problem as well. Simply put, Jeff Cole was stealing. Shocked wasn't the word for my reaction, dumbfounded would be more like it. Jeff has been a part of our team for some time was well liked, didn't have any drinking or social problems that we knew of and his work ethic was outstanding, until now. Since it's quite easy to fire someone, I generally like to explore the possibility of fixing the situation first if at all possible. So Jeff was called in for an afternoon meeting. At the onset of the meeting I learned that Jeff's wife Denise had lost her job and the family was suffering financially. This then was the problem that suddenly drove Jeff to steal. Rather than confront him with his wrong doings at this time, I told him that there might be an opportunity for a better position, but that it would require some changes to his lifestyle, but that the financial rewards would be far better than his current position, and would he be interested. He almost leaped across the desk to shake my hand for considering him for the opportunity. I reminded him that this wasn't finalized by any stretch, but I'd consider him for it. He thanked me again, and asked if there was anything he could do to sway me. I told him that since this would require a lifestyle change, I would need to speak to and interview his wife regarding the position as well. Not a problem, when would I like to meet with Denise. After a few phone calls a meeting was set for the next afternoon at my club. Denise would arrive at 1PM for a late lunch and we'd discuss things. I recalled Denise from some of the company functions over the years. She was in her early 40's, well groomed, and while certainly not a super model, was indeed an attractive woman who sometimes could turn heads. Denise arrived promptly and was shown to my corner table away from the thinning lunch crowd. She was dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse and as I remembered, nails, hair, makeup was perfect. I thanked her for coming and we immediately reviewed the menu and placed our orders. I then started to tell Denise about this opportunity for Jeff. The money would be about a 40% increase, though the downside was the travel. He would be away from home fully 2 to 3 weeks at a time. Denise said that this would present no problem and the family could adjust. I was then reminded that she was the Mother of 2 boys. One was away just started college and the other never home anyway, as he was involved with all kinds of high school activities. We talked about finances and how the family was getting along now that she was unemployed. She admitted it was a struggle, but they were managing to make ends meet. Also, this opportunity would certainly keep the wolf away from their door and if she could find another job, well everything would be terrific. After our dishes were cleared away, and coffee served, I began. Denise, I said, this is a private club, yet a public place, so you are free to get up and walk out whenever you choose, because I've some things to say to you that you may not appreciate. However, before you make any rash decisions, I would hope that you would listen to everything that I have to say, then before saying anything, think about what you are going to say. Is that fair enough? Yes, was her somewhat suddenly nervous reply. I opened my briefcase and withdrew a stack of papers and placed them on the table. Taking the top one, I passed it to her to read. The last paragraph read, "In conclusion we are prepared to testify in a court of law that employee, Mr. Jeffery Cole was the only person involved with the theft of materials and cash totaling $11,148.86. Upon further investigation, we are of the opinion that not only can Mr. Cole be prosecuted, but that full recovery plus interest could be received through a civil proceeding followed by the seizure and sale of his current home." I don't believe this said Denise. It has to be a joke or mistake of some sort. No, it's not I replied. It's all quite true, and this stack of papers here is the supporting evidence should you really want to take the time to read it. But our home....her voice trailed off. Denise, there is more here, and an opportunity, but the decision will be entirely up to you. What do you mean, she asked. Whether or not Jeff gets promoted, whether or not I don't call the police, whether or not I don't file a civil suit to recover my funds, all depends on you. Me, I don't understand, she said. Well, I'll explain, I said, and I remind you that we are in a public place and you are free to leave at anytime. Should you walk out, I'll consider that to be a rejection. Should you stay and hear me out, then I'll give you till tomorrow afternoon to consider and give me your answer. Should you answer in the affirmative, then all these papers will be locked away in my personal office safe. Should you answer no, then I'll take whatever steps necessary to proceed. Do you understand me? Yes she mumbled. Denise, I began, I thought you a very attractive mature woman on the different occasions I've seen you, and this situation your husband managed to get into was certainly not my doing. However, I fully understand his circumstances, but do not condone it. So, regardless of my feelings, the company must be made whole and now I'm offering a way for this to happen. What, Denise said, I don't quite understand. What does it have to do with me? Simple Denise, I'll promote Jeff which will give you more income to live on and stop this stealing. Also, as Jeff will be out of town and your son's, as you've said, are away there won't be any pressure from home. I'll take care of curing the companies loss and you in turn will make yourself available to me, for shall we say discreet encounters. WHAT, she almost screamed...you want me to... Yes, you got it, I said. But before you over react, stop and consider the complete package. Agree and life goes on. Refuse, and well Jeff will be in a whole heap of trouble, plus you'll lose your house, college for the oldest may be a problem and high school can certainly be brutal for kids when a parent is serving prison time. Now, don't say a word, I suggested. Go home, think it over and let me know something by 5PM tomorrow afternoon. Without saying a word, Denise pushed back from the table, turned and walked out of the dining room. I signed for the check, and returned to the office for the rest of the afternoon. Heading out the door at the end of the day, I caught up with Jeff and told him that I was working on the details, and that I would have an answer for him no later than 5PM-tomorrow afternoon. He thanked me and said he'd let Denise know that evening. When Jeff got home Denise was preparing dinner. Jeff came up behind her and reach around grabbing her tits, and whispered in her ear, I think I've got the promotion. Said, he'll let me know one way or the other by tomorrow at 5. Denise shuttered at being reminded of the time schedule, and continued with making dinner. That evening as they sat watching TV Denise asked, Do you think I'm sexy? Without a doubt, Jeff replied. Any man would give his eyeteeth for you, and he reached to move his hand between her legs. No, I'm serious Jeff. What are you getting at, he asked. I mean, look at you, you have a nice figure, and certainly a beautiful face and smile, plus a great personality. Really, asked Denise, I'm not 21 any more. No, you're twice that, said Jeff, and a lot better for it too. Besides if you were 21 you'd probably kill me in bed, joked Jeff. Well that's a thought, replied Denise, tonight we'll see how the old man does. Their night of lovemaking was the usual between the two of them after 20+ years of marriage. Jeff rolled over to her and began squeezing her breasts, then shortly grasped her hand guiding it to his cock, which she began massaging. A few kisses and he slipped his fingers into her, then in short order mounted her and began pounding away. As his cock was moving in an out of her pussy, Denise could only wonder about what had happened that afternoon, the impact of it all, and finally, how she could ever be with another man. A shutter ran through her body, which Jeff took for her climax and was followed seconds later by his very own. Denise didn't sleep that night, she just couldn't get her mind to relax and stop thinking about the proposal. How could she, what would she have to do, when, where, how often and behind it all, what would it be like. Finally she got up and went to the bathroom and viewed herself in the mirror. Yes, she thought, I do have an infectious smile. Then looking down she studied her breasts. She certainly matured since 21 she thought; though I haven't faired to poorly. She lifted her tits and examined her nipples and cleavage in the mirror. Yes, I'm sure any number of men would like to play with and suck on these puppies she thought. As her hands move lower passing over her stomach and onto her abdomen she observed no washboard hardness like when she was 21, but now she was 42, the mother of 2, yet all things considered, she was for the most part able to boast of a flat stomach. Moving still lower she allowed her fingers to move through her natural bush and touch the top of her slit. No, no I can't go there, I've got to get some sleep, I need to think about this. Returning to their bed, Jeff was snoring softly and Denise tried to relax and get some sleep. In the morning Jeff dressed quietly while Denise slept and left more nervous than ever for work. He'd know today whether or not he got the promotion. Oh, it required a lot of traveling and he'd be away from home two to three weeks at a time, but the money more than made up for the at home time. After all, the boys were gone for the most part, and while Denise was a wonderful wife, their sex life was down to once or twice a month, so yes, this promotion would be great. Also, if he could somehow manage to figure out how to replay for some of the things he's taken from the company, that would also help him sleep better as well. Meanwhile though, just hope for the best. Denise woke about 10, and started off with her normal shower, followed by coffee and the morning newspaper looking at the classified's. The clock continued to advance, and she knew she needed to make a decision. But what, say no thank you, lose Jeff, the house and maybe even the boys, or say yes and lose her self-respect. How could Jeff do this to her....what was she to do? Over and over Denise tried to think of a way out and if not, then what to do, but always came back to the same answer, she must agree to the terms. At 1:45 that afternoon my phone rang, and Denise was on the line. I'll agree she said, but 2 things. What, I asked. You'll never tell Jeff, and no pain, you won't hurt me. Neither is an issue I replied, so don't worry. Okay then, she said, I agree. Her voice sounded like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders. I said, okay, so we understand one another, you're agreeing to make yourself available to me while Jeff is away and will do as I tell you without argument. Else I'll open my safe and .... Yes, yes I agree she said. Good I said, I'll start the paperwork for Jeff and let him know of his promotion. I called Jeff on his extension an informed him of the decision to promote him. He thanked me and promised that I wouldn't be disappointed by having made the decision. I certainly didn't think so, I said to myself. The week finished up and Jeff was scheduled to leave Monday morning early for his first trip into the field. I too was ready for my first, but it would be with Denise. At 945 Monday morning I phoned her. Denise, good morning, I said. Good morning she replied politely. Jeff is on his way as we speak, so I'd like for you to come to my house this afternoon, say about 3, will that be okay? I could hear a quiet somewhat muffled yes through the earpiece. What do you want me to wear, she asked. Dress, skirt, doesn't matter, but the only no no is pantyhose, I hate that, I said, oh and I'll leave the garage door open for you, so you can park the car out of site. It all began last fall, during the high unemployment era, when we were noticing quite a number of differences in our numbers. Finally, being unable to cope with these differences an auditing team was assigned to locate the problem and offer recommendations for correcting it. It didn't take long for the auditors to discover not only the problem, but what was causing the problem as well. Simply put, Jeff Cole was stealing. Shocked wasn't the word for my reaction, dumbfounded would be more like it. Jeff has been a part of our team for some time was well liked, didn't have any drinking or social problems that we knew of and his work ethic was outstanding, until now. Since it's quite easy to fire someone, I generally like to explore the possibility of fixing the situation first if at all possible. So Jeff was called in for an afternoon meeting. At the onset of the meeting I learned that Jeff's wife Denise had lost her job and the family was suffering financially. This then was the problem that suddenly drove Jeff to steal. Rather than confront him with his wrong doings at this time, I told him that there might be an opportunity for a better position, but that it would require some changes to his lifestyle, but that the financial rewards would be far better than his current position, and would he be interested. He almost leaped across the desk to shake my hand for considering him for the opportunity. I reminded him that this wasn't finalized by any stretch, but I'd consider him for it. He thanked me again, and asked if there was anything he could do to sway me. I told him that since this would require a lifestyle change, I would need to speak to and interview his wife regarding the position as well. Not a problem, when would I like to meet with Denise. After a few phone calls a meeting was set for the next afternoon at my club. Denise would arrive at 1PM for a late lunch and we'd discuss things. I recalled Denise from some of the company functions over the years. She was in her early 40's, well groomed, and while certainly not a super model, was indeed an attractive woman who sometimes could turn heads. Denise arrived promptly and was shown to my corner table away from the thinning lunch crowd. She was dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse and as I remembered, nails, hair, makeup was perfect. I thanked her for coming and we immediately reviewed the menu and placed our orders. I then started to tell Denise about this opportunity for Jeff. The money would be about a 40% increase, though the downside was the travel. He would be away from home fully 2 to 3 weeks at a time. Denise said that this would present no problem and the family could adjust. I was then reminded that she was the Mother of 2 boys. One was away just started college and the other never home anyway, as he was involved with all kinds of high school activities. We talked about finances and how the family was getting along now that she was unemployed. She admitted it was a struggle, but they were managing to make ends meet. Also, this opportunity would certainly keep the wolf away from their door and if she could find another job, well everything would be terrific. After our dishes were cleared away, and coffee served, I began. Denise, I said, this is a private club, yet a public place, so you are free to get up and walk out whenever you choose, because I've some things to say to you that you may not appreciate. However, before you make any rash decisions, I would hope that you would listen to everything that I have to say, then before saying anything, think about what you are going to say. Is that fair enough? Yes, was her somewhat suddenly nervous reply. I opened my briefcase and withdrew a stack of papers and placed them on the table. Taking the top one, I passed it to her to read. The last paragraph read, "In conclusion we are prepared to testify in a court of law that employee, Mr. Jeffery Cole was the only person involved with the theft of materials and cash totaling $11,148.86. Upon further investigation, we are of the opinion that not only can Mr. Cole be prosecuted, but that full recovery plus interest could be received through a civil proceeding followed by the seizure and sale of his current home." I don't believe this said Denise. It has to be a joke or mistake of some sort. No, it's not I replied. It's all quite true, and this stack of papers here is the supporting evidence should you really want to take the time to read it. But our home....her voice trailed off. Denise, there is more here, and an opportunity, but the decision will be entirely up to you. What do you mean, she asked. Whether or not Jeff gets promoted, whether or not I don't call the police, whether or not I don't file a civil suit to recover my funds, all depends on you. Me, I don't understand, she said. Well, I'll explain, I said, and I remind you that we are in a public place and you are free to leave at anytime. Should you walk out, I'll consider that to be a rejection. Should you stay and hear me out, then I'll give you till tomorrow afternoon to consider and give me your answer. Should you answer in the affirmative, then all these papers will be locked away in my personal office safe. Should you answer no, then I'll take whatever steps necessary to proceed. Do you understand me? Yes she mumbled. Denise, I began, I thought you a very attractive mature woman on the different occasions I've seen you, and this situation your husband managed to get into was certainly not my doing. However, I fully understand his circumstances, but do not condone it. So, regardless of my feelings, the company must be made whole and now I'm offering a way for this to happen. What, Denise said, I don't quite understand. What does it have to do with me? Simple Denise, I'll promote Jeff which will give you more income to live on and stop this stealing. Also, as Jeff will be out of town and your son's, as you've said, are away there won't be any pressure from home. I'll take care of curing the companies loss and you in turn will make yourself available to me, for shall we say discreet encounters. WHAT, she almost screamed...you want me to... Yes, you got it, I said. But before you over react, stop and consider the complete package. Agree and life goes on. Refuse, and well Jeff will be in a whole heap of trouble, plus you'll lose your house, college for the oldest may be a problem and high school can certainly be brutal for kids when a parent is serving prison time. Now, don't say a word, I suggested. Go home, think it over and let me know something by 5PM tomorrow afternoon. Without saying a word, Denise pushed back from the table, turned and walked out of the dining room. I signed for the check, and returned to the office for the rest of the afternoon. Heading out the door at the end of the day, I caught up with Jeff and told him that I was working on the details, and that I would have an answer for him no later than 5PM-tomorrow afternoon. He thanked me and said he'd let Denise know that evening. When Jeff got home Denise was preparing dinner. Jeff came up behind her and reach around grabbing her tits, and whispered in her ear, I think I've got the promotion. Said, he'll let me know one way or the other by tomorrow at 5. Denise shuttered at being reminded of the time schedule, and continued with making dinner. That evening as they sat watching TV Denise asked, Do you think I'm sexy? Without a doubt, Jeff replied. Any man would give his eyeteeth for you, and he reached to move his hand between her legs. No, I'm serious Jeff. What are you getting at, he asked. I mean, look at you, you have a nice figure, and certainly a beautiful face and smile, plus a great personality. Really, asked Denise, I'm not 21 any more. No, you're twice that, said Jeff, and a lot better for it too. Besides if you were 21 you'd probably kill me in bed, joked Jeff. Well that's a thought, replied Denise, tonight we'll see how the old man does. Their night of lovemaking was the usual between the two of them after 20+ years of marriage. Jeff rolled over to her and began squeezing her breasts, then shortly grasped her hand guiding it to his cock, which she began massaging. A few kisses and he slipped his fingers into her, then in short order mounted her and began pounding away. As his cock was moving in an out of her pussy, Denise could only wonder about what had happened that afternoon, the impact of it all, and finally, how she could ever be with another man. A shutter ran through her body, which Jeff took for her climax and was followed seconds later by his very own. Denise didn't sleep that night, she just couldn't get her mind to relax and stop thinking about the proposal. How could she, what would she have to do, when, where, how often and behind it all, what would it be like. Finally she got up and went to the bathroom and viewed herself in the mirror. Yes, she thought, I do have an infectious smile. Then looking down she studied her breasts. She certainly matured since 21 she thought; though I haven't faired to poorly. She lifted her tits and examined her nipples and cleavage in the mirror. Yes, I'm sure any number of men would like to play with and suck on these puppies she thought. As her hands move lower passing over her stomach and onto her abdomen she observed no washboard hardness like when she was 21, but now she was 42, the mother of 2, yet all things considered, she was for the most part able to boast of a flat stomach. Moving still lower she allowed her fingers to move through her natural bush and touch the top of her slit. No, no I can't go there, I've got to get some sleep, I need to think about this. Returning to their bed, Jeff was snoring softly and Denise tried to relax and get some sleep. In the morning Jeff dressed quietly while Denise slept and left more nervous than ever for work. He'd know today whether or not he got the promotion. Oh, it required a lot of traveling and he'd be away from home two to three weeks at a time, but the money more than made up for the at home time. After all, the boys were gone for the most part, and while Denise was a wonderful wife, their sex life was down to once or twice a month, so yes, this promotion would be great. Also, if he could somehow manage to figure out how to replay for some of the things he's taken from the company, that would also help him sleep better as well. Meanwhile though, just hope for the best. Denise woke about 10, and started off with her normal shower, followed by coffee and the morning newspaper looking at the classified's. The clock continued to advance, and she knew she needed to make a decision. But what, say no thank you, lose Jeff, the house and maybe even the boys, or say yes and lose her self-respect. How could Jeff do this to her....what was she to do? Over and over Denise tried to think of a way out and if not, then what to do, but always came back to the same answer, she must agree to the terms. At 1:45 that afternoon my phone rang, and Denise was on the line. I'll agree she said, but 2 things. What, I asked. You'll never tell Jeff, and no pain, you won't hurt me. Neither is an issue I replied, so don't worry. Okay then, she said, I agree. Her voice sounded like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders. I said, okay, so we understand one another, you're agreeing to make yourself available to me while Jeff is away and will do as I tell you without argument. Else I'll open my safe and .... Yes, yes I agree she said. Good I said, I'll start the paperwork for Jeff and let him know of his promotion. I called Jeff on his extension an informed him of the decision to promote him. He thanked me and promised that I wouldn't be disappointed by having made the decision. I certainly didn't think so, I said to myself. The week finished up and Jeff was scheduled to leave Monday morning early for his first trip into the field. I too was ready for my first, but it would be with Denise. At 945 Monday morning I phoned her. Denise, good morning, I said. Good morning she replied politely. Jeff is on his way as we speak, so I'd like for you to come to my house this afternoon, say about 3, will that be okay? I could hear a quiet somewhat muffled yes through the earpiece. What do you want me to wear, she asked. Dress, skirt, doesn't matter, but the only no no is pantyhose, I hate that, I said, oh and I'll leave the garage door open for you, so you can park the car out of site.