Archive name: The Man of Power.HTM (M/F, MC, Humiliation, Cheating)

Authors name: Paula Wilson ([email protected])

Story title: The Man of Power

A Ravens Peaks Story

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This work is copyrighted to the author and the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.

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Authors note: This is a tale about a perfectly happily married woman who finds that she is falling under the spell of a fellow worker, she doesn’t intend to be unfaithful but eventually she is. I like the idea that affairs can change relationships for the good but accept that they can also hurt the usually innocent victims.

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Clem entered my life just after my first wedding anniversary. I was blissfully and totally in love with Brian, my husband. Everything in my life was perfect. I had the man of my dreams who was caring, compassionate, the perfect tender lover. I had a good job with descent prospects, if we put off starting a family for a few years.

I am tall for a woman, over five-six, with a willowy thirty-four, twenty-four, and thirty-four figure. I tend to wear jeans or knee length dresses, not because I have bad legs. I just don’t flaunt myself. I keep my blonde hair long and straight, it reaches half ways down my back and I frequently wear it up in a bun.

Around the office I have a reputation of being ‘straight’, not in a sexual sense; I just didn’t join in all of the office banter and flirting.

Clem was transferred from our Southern office and I was given the job of assimilating into our tight knit team. I sometimes wonder whether my life would have been different if I hadn’t been given the task.

Clem was twenty eight, five years my senior, a tall, craggy man who looked more equipped for the outdoors than selling space in news papers. It wasn’t until you heard him speak or looked into his ice blue eyes that you felt his power.

“So, Cathy, what passes for fun around here?” Clem was sitting on the edge of my desk.

I shrugged. I’d been with Brian for five years. We weren’t party animals or boozers and I no idea where a single man could spend his time. As politely as I could muster I told Clem so.

It was Clem’s turn to shrug. “The hotel has a bar, how about joining me for a nightcap?”

It was such an improper suggestion! “I’m married, you know that.” I spluttered, colouring as I spoke.

“Married, single, divorced or separated, makes no difference to me. Cathy, you are gorgeous, the most attractive woman I have seen for ages.”

I felt my cheeks go from blush to full-scale scarlet. “Please Clem, don’t say such things.” I tried to look at my video screen but his eyes wouldn’t let me.

“If you knew what I was thinking, what I’d like to do to you.” He whispered. ”Then you’d have a reason to blush, now, how about a drink tonight?”

“I don’t and I can’t, now go and bother somebody else.” I found the courage to say.

“I don’t want anyone else. I want you and understand this, I will have you.” With that Clem drifted away, leaving me breathless and speechless.

I asked to be relieved of the responsibility for Clem but the office manager would have none of it. When I protested, something that was out of character, I was taken to one side. “Confidentially Cathy, we are stuck with Clem, he’s a relative of the Vice President and head office say we are his last chance. It seems he has an unenviable reputation with the women, which was why I choose you. I knew that he’d never corrupt you.”

I smiled at the confidence she had imparted and my manager’s confidence in me; the problem was I didn’t feel as confident. Clem had a way of unsettling me. I couldn’t describe it, but every time we were alone I became more and more uncomfortable.

“You have a great ass.” He murmured.

“Excuse me!” I squeaked.

“You have a great ass, butt, bottom, behind, gas machine.”

I cringed at his descriptions. In Brian and mine household I have neither an ass nor a gas machine I had a rear. “I think you are disgusting!” I said fiercely.

He laughed out loud, loud enough for heads to turn. “They all start out thinking that way, but they always see it my way in the end.” He laughed harshly. “When I have finished you will crawl to me.” He whispered.

“Never!” I whispered fiercely. “Never!”

Clem was relentless. Every opportunity he had to embarrass me, he never missed the chance to lay on the sexual innuendoes. “Black!” He announced as we returned from a meeting. I was driving.

“Excuse me, black what.” Clem had almost been pleasant today and certainly had done well in the meeting. I was off guard.

“Knickers.” He laughed. “You’d look great in black, what colour are you wearing?”

We were in the middle lane, hemmed in one both sides by traffic and with vehicles in front and behind; there was another twenty miles before the next turn off.

“Mind your own business.” I snapped.

“No, let me see, open your legs.” Clem guffawed.

“I will not…” It was then that Clem put his hand on my leg. I very nearly crashed the car. “Get your hand off my leg!” I squealed. I was wearing a button skirt and floral blouse, hardly sexual, but then I hadn’t reckoned on Clem.

“You just drive.” He laughed. “I’ll find out myself.”

“Stop it.” I screamed as he unbuttoned the lowest fasten.

“Just drive.” Clem ordered. “Let me do the difficult stuff.”

I hit him, punched him, screamed at him, and even swore at him. It was no use; Clem just covered up and unfastened another two buttons. I suppose that anyone who’d seen us would have imagined lovers having a crazy game.

I needed to pull over but the traffic was against me. Slowly, oh so slowly I moved into the turning lane, by now it was no use; Clem had my skirt unfastened; only held in place by my rear zipper. He spread my skirt like somebody unwrapping a package.

“White!” He laughed. “I just knew that you’d be wearing white knickers.”

“STOP THAT!” I screamed. He was violating me it was almost rape! As we reached the slowest lane I delivered the hardest slap I could manage. “BASTARD!” I squealed.

The slap would have hurt him, if he hadn’t deflected it. “Nice try!” He laughed in my face and buried his hand between my legs. Until I could bring the car to a halt he had all the advantages. I couldn’t even cross my legs without losing control of the vehicle.

As Clem rubbed his hand against my defenceless body I struggled with the car and managed to slip out of gear. We rolled to a halt and finally I was able to fight back, raining blows on Clem’s shoulders and back.

I wanted to hurt him and then he retaliated, he didn’t hit me, he just caught each of my hands, pinning them to my side as I twisted and squirmed. He was so much stronger than I was, I had my anger and my brain but I couldn’t fight him, not physically. “This is … rape!” I gasped.

“Rape?” Clem shook his head and then he let me go. “I ain’t gonna rape you, like I said; you’ll come to me, willing and ready.” He let me go. “Now tidy yourself up. I’ll drive the rest of the way, just so you’ll feel safe.”

All the way to the office I was shaking, both with shock and indignation. He had violated my person. I had done nothing to encourage him. Clem just ignored my state and chatted as if we were old friends out for a companionable drive.

“I’ll tell people.” I said as Clem parked the car.

“Won’t change anything.” He just shrugged of my threat. “Just start wearing black underwear, you look cute in white, but I like dirty, not cute.”

I just gaped, was he real or was he insane. I chose the latter and told him so.

“Mad? All I have said is that I like my women to wear black underwear, and that one day I’ll fuck you. Lady, every guy in the office has the hots for you. I bet they wank over you in their dreams.”

“Don’t be disgusting!” I snorted.

“Disgusting!” Clem laughed out loud. “There is nothing wrong about being honest about your feelings.”

“You, you practically undressed me!” I exploded.

“I found out that you are wearing white pants, if your skirts were shorter then it would have been easier, besides weren’t you the teeniest bit excited?”

I opened my mouth to reply, to let him a full broadside of my best sarcasm, I opened my mouth but I didn’t speak.

“I thought so.” He laughed again. “I can always tell, the protests are just a little bit too loud. Now tomorrow, you will be wearing black underwear, and as proof you will show me. Understand?”

I said nothing. I was too ashamed to admit that Clem was right, for all my anger, his touching of my private parts had excited me. He was rough, crude and utterly selfish, so unlike Brian, but he had stimulated me. I could tell as I walked into the office, that faint hollowness in my legs, the way that my groin moved independent of the rest of my body. I wasn’t turned on but I was stimulated.

The next day I avoided Clem for as long as I could. It was inevitable that we would meet, the building wasn’t that big, but I did succeed until lunchtime, there was the irony. When Clem eventually caught up with me the building was almost empty.

“There you are!”

“Go away!” I snapped. I retreated until my backside hit the edge of a desk. “Stay away from me.”

“Just here to check the merchandise.” Clem answered as he closed on me.

I spun around and gripped the edge of the desk. I knew that I couldn’t stop him but I couldn’t look him in the face. I could stand him touching me but I could handle his gloating.

“From behind?” Clem laughed softly in my ear. He was so close that I could almost feel his body pressing against mine. “No problem, you have a great ass, and this way I get to have a real feel.”

I braced myself and in a moment Clem’s broad hands stroked by buttocks. “Oh baby you are hot.” He sighed as he continued to molest me. “You are too good to be another lunch time shag, I just don’t know if I can wait.”

He started to roll up my skirt; as usual I was wearing a knee length design. “You need to wear shorter skirts, show off more of these lovely legs.”

I said nothing, my eyes were closed and I was taking long, shallow breaths.

“White!” Clem sounded disappointed. “I said to wear black, now why didn’t you?”

Clem might have preferred black but his hands were roaming all over my buttocks, slipping between my legs to touch my crotch. I shuddered; it was like receiving a mild electric shock.

Clem laughed softly into my ear. “That good, well it can only get better, believe me.”

Deep down inside me I did. If he’d have wanted me there and then I wasn’t even sure I could have fought him off, hell, if I wanted to fight him off.

“Now tomorrow you’ll be wearing black panties, understand.”

“I can’t.” From somewhere I found the strength to speak and resist.

“Why?” Clem wasn’t angry, but his voice deepened and an edge appeared in it. “Why can’t you?”

I shook myself free and on very wobbly legs managed to reach my desk, I slumped onto the chair. I was shaking, and it wasn’t all through fear or revulsion. Clem was beginning to get to me.

“Well, why can’t you?” Clem came right over and knelt before me. As casually as before he just rucked up my skirt. I did nothing to stop him, if anything my legs began to open.

“I dress to please my husband, he likes me in white and I don’t have any black underwear.”

Clem’s face was so close to my groin that I could almost feel his hot breath against my thighs.

“CATHY, ARE YOU IN HERE?” Brian’s oh so familiar voice broke the spell. In an instance Clem was sitting at another desk and I was behind mine with my skirt in its proper place.

“OVER HERE!” I managed in a shaking voice.

Brian came over. I could have flung myself at him, so glad that I was to see him. Instead I just grinned inanely.

“What’s wrong? You look all hot and bothered.” Brian asked.

“Just work, I can’t get my figures to balance.”

“Well don’t let it get to you. I was just passing and thought I’d remind you about the church meeting this evening.”

“I hadn’t forgotten.” I replied. I wanted to start a conversation, anything to keep Brian here and thus keep me from Clem’s embrace. It was then that Clem slipped quietly from the room with a smiling ‘nice to see you’ to Brian.

Brian hung about for a couple of minutes and then the other girls in the office began to appear and I started to relax. Clem couldn’t do anything with an office full of on lookers.

I was almost right; about thirty minutes before the office closed I was called into Clem’s office. It was the only thing that I’d been dreading; still Clem’s office was little more than a booth, with glass sections.

There was a minute’s tense silence whilst Clem worked on his PC. I fidgeted, I’d declined his offer of a seat and now he was making me wait. Well another minute and I’d walk out, whether he liked it or not.

Clem looked up and pushed an envelope towards me. “There’s fifty bucks inside, that should be enough to buy yourself something in black.” He pushed off from his desk and I gaped. He had his penis out and was gently rubbing it, like I’d seen Brian do. “Want to touch it?”

“NO!” I exploded.