I guess it really was all my fault. At the age of 30 I found myself running a five man insurance office in a town that I had just moved to. Six months in the secretary gave her notice and quit. My 25 year old wife, Ginger, happened to be a graduate of secretarial school so it seemed a natural fit, except for the company wide policy of not hiring relatives.
From the day I mentioned it to my wife until the day the old secretary left Ginger kept begging me to hire her. She too was in a new town, and with no friends her days were really long and boring, I at least, had some place to go. Her arguments made sense, and the extra money would be nice, so against my better judgment I hired her and told the men she was a single girl who had just moved to town.
Within two weeks each of the five men in my employ hit on her, and I could hardly blame them. Ginger was a who kept her shape, petite, nice tits and lean tapered legs. After dinner one night I finally asked her if she wanted me to intercede on her behalf and ask the men to stop it.
She looked at her feet for a few moments, cleared her throat, and whispered no. Then she looked me in the eyes and said actually she would like to go out with them, she was running out of excuses, I was either at work, or working at home, or sleeping, so we never went out, she wouldn’t go out alone, and hadn’t been to a restaurant or nightclub since we moved, and maybe once she went out with one or two of them, and they didn’t even get to first base, they would leave her alone. I was shocked, obviously it was something she had thought about, but once again her arguments made sense, and once again I bowed to her wishes.