Nelson Swain’s wife Rosalynn was and is a major league hottie. He has to pinch himself to believe he got her, altho he realizes his sizeable family fortune may well have played a role. He married her when they got out of college and moved to his job in Austin. Their love life was pretty good at first. But, like most newly-weds, after the first couple of years they slowed to a more casual once or twice a week pace, just getting him off. With some little luck she might also cum.
They didn’t have any babies. One of the few major decisions they made that both were equally on board with was that they didn’t want to have any kids, not for the time being anyway.
Nelson was not terribly thoughtful of Ros in their daily communications; it sometimes seemed like he didn’t really care about her, or anyone else other than himself. Spoiled rich-man syndrome? She had more than once silently scolded herself for having said yes to the first multi-millionaire who proposed to her. She wanted out, she occasionally thought. She did not know it, but he had entertained very similar thoughts about her. They didn’t have much to offer each other in life, and she had even taken, most secretly, to thinking of him as her ‘Half-Nelson’.
But, on the other hand, it was the polish on his image to claim such a beauty as his. For her, well the money certainly made life a lot easier.
===MOVING UP THE LADDER===
Ros starts a new job at a large insurance company as a pool secretary/typist in Human Resources. Well, they call them Personal Assistants now days. But her husband understood her duties to be largely secretarial.
Only two months after she started the new job, she told Nelson about the new, youngish gent that just came on board from a larger competitor. He came in as Executive Vice President on the top floor. She learned all this when the tall, very handsome new man was escorted around to meet all the home office staff. He had seemed very attentive and all happy-faced to her when she was introduced to him, and she immediately thought that she hoped she get to know him a bit better.
However prophetic that would prove to be, she wasn’t going to tell her husband about that perception. He probably wouldn’t have been paying attention anyway.
The new guy, Derrick Manson, a late 30’s, divorced man would be in charge of Corporate Annuities, whatever that meant, which was a new position for the company.
On his first day on the job, Manson had gone to lunch with the CEO. He lunched with two other EVP’s on his 2nd day, and the SVP in charge of Legal on the third. Thursday morning, Manson called Ros’ boss and asked if he could take his PA out to lunch.
Her boss immediately understood what this must mean. Manson was building a new staff from the ground up and probably had an eye on the prettiest gal in the head office to be his new PA. Ros’ boss knew he would be outranked if Manson decided to steal Rosalynn away. He himself had a major boner on for Rosalynn which he had never yet had an opportunity to show to her.
The two went to lunch. He treated her like a first date, not just another PA, and charmed her with some rather personal chit chat. She understood he was recruiting, and she very much wanted the obvious promotion, so she turned on the charm and was ‘accidentally’ touching hands with him when their lunch moved into the second hour.
He asked her to continue their chat over lunch the next day as well, “Two days in a row, sir? OMG won’t people be talking?”
“Let’s give them something to talk about.” As he put an arm around her waist and pulled her close as he walked her to the door.” He drove them to a more exclusive place across town.
He was flirty and talked smoothly. Manson made it clear, if she hadn’t caught on already, that he was interested to see if there was a fit for his Exec PA job. He asked her several questions about her husband Nelson, and she could see he was paying close attention. She was candid with her Luke-warm thoughts on her marriage. She briefly felt like he was boring into her a bit too much on this highly personal topic, but she really, really wanted to work for this hunk so she thought it might be beneficial is she planted some seeds of marital discontentment.
He put his hands on hers and gently described the job as working closely with him personally which would require some overtime after closing hours and the occasional business trip with him. She kept her hand in his and started gently scratching her fingernail on his palm.
She remember that was a suggestive gesture from her teen-age years, but she realized she couldn’t even recall the exact message it was sending. Was it something like ‘I want you to put this hand on my pussy.’? Oh well.
Manson said the company would pay for her to get a passport and she would qualify for the company’s free Personal Care. She nodded her head to all of that, not caring a whit about the details of ‘Personal Care’. He lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it in what he hoped was both gentlemanly and sexually suggestive. He softly stated that he wanted her to be his new PA. She knew that would pay a good $10k a year more than the entry level job she had recently moved into.
She softly stroked the back of his hand in return, looking deeply into his steel blue eyes. Her heart flipped a beat thinking of travelling to exotic places with this Adonis; she thought about telling him she wanted the job even without the raise. Of course, she did no such thing.
She agreed with the more demanding hours and to her travelling occasionally, all the while retaining the hand-to-hand contact he had initiated. She assured him that would be no problem though she silently thought the travel might cause an argument or two back home. But she knew how to deal with that. She held out her hand to shake his, which lasted a few seconds longer than it really needed to.
When Ros got home, she excitedly told Nelson about her quick move up the ladder and her big pay raise. He must have majored in balloon-busting as he waived it off, saying something about how she didn’t need to work for a living anyway and how the new boss probably hired her to get in her pretty panties; that he himself had paid for.
She wanted to slug him, but she silently had to agree he surely had both parts right. She rather slyly snuck in the info about travelling and working overtime.
===ROSYLNN INVADES THE 8TH FLOOR===
Ros was an immediate hit on the top floor with her natural effervescence, her red hair and Wonder Woman body, usually in a brightly colored print dress and high heels. She and her new boss settle into a close working relationship with lunches together at least once a week and long meetings in his office with the door closed.
Nothing scandalous was happening behind those doors, but he looked longingly at her as he dictated instructions; sometimes he would just pause his dictating and look intently at her face. She knew with certainty that he wanted her. She silently humored herself that he wanted her for ‘dick taking’.
The boss took her with him to a number of civic meetings around town, for the professed purpose of her taking notes of the talks and the unstated purpose of simply being around her. He made no secret of the fact that she belonged to him in a very personal, Personal Assistant sort of way. Some modest terms of endearment included.
Ros quickly understood that EVP Manson got an ego boost out of letting the world know, or at least strongly suspect, that he owned his Personal Assistant, body and soul. She thought he was right about that, so she didn’t try to obscure the fact. Indeed, she helped fuel the fires with the way she touched him back and made suggestive comments to him. She only hoped word of their intimacies didn’t get back to her husband.
The old man, Chairman of the Board Neil Whitcomb, took Derreck to lunch on his one month anniversary with Whitcomb Insurance. He is a jolly, unconventional personality with little to do in the actual management of the company anymore. They don’t talk much insurance kind of talk, but the old man congratulates him on getting his feet on the ground so quickly and for hiring the best looking PA he has ever laid eyes on. Derrick didn’t bother to tell him that some other manager had hired her and he had only poached the treasure.
“So, tell me true, Derreck, are you fucking her yet?”
Derreck blushes noticably and says “She has only been under me for 4 weeks boss. I admit, the thought occurred to me from day one to get her under me in a more physical way. But it’s anyone’s guess how she would react to that, and I don’t even know the corporate culture concerning that sort of thing yet. Are you implying that it would be permissible if she was of a mind to do something like that?
Whitcomb smiled evilly and replied with a wink, “Derreck, it would be more than permissible, it is almost an expectation that with a PA who looks like that, we would consider it your corporate duty to break her in asap. So that we lesser men might have some hope. I don’t know that anyone has clearly outlined to you the prevailing corporate lifestyle, but personnel told me that they thought you, as a divorcee with no one living with you, would surely fit right in.
“The company only has 4 rules about fraternization. One, never fraternize during company hours, on company premises. Two, never force yourself on a reluctant employee and get us sued. Three, never get your own wife in a twist and cause a scene, but I understand that does not pertain to you, Mr. Batcheler. Four, make sure she understands the need to share the bootie with the Chairman, once in a while.
“Truthfully”, he grinned and confessed “I just made the 4th one up. There are quite a few cooperative women in this company, and I would have a heart attack in the first week if they all played with the old man.
“I encourage staff to be openly enamored of each other when outsiders are not in the building. And that goes both ways. I love to see a male officer show deep feelings for his female underling, and for them to frequently use terms of endearment with each other. I take personal pride in having created what I think can be shown to be, by far, the most loving work environment in the country. I am sure you have witnessed some inordinately sensuous contact and language between the PA’s and their Execs.
“But I do NOT encourage the ladies or the men to play the office field, however. It should be clarified that not all execs are male. I refer to them in the masculine sense just for convenience, but we do have one SVP that is female, Sharon Hegg, in Purchasing. But her PA is a female. I’m not even certain they are lovers; they seem very close to each other, but I really don’t know that they have a sexual relationship.
“It is kind of an unwritten understanding that PA’s who openly love their boss will do well around here. But they should be as faithful to their boss at work as the married ones are to their spouse at home. Not fucking the field. The Chairman remains the exception, of course.” Wink.
===EACH BOSS WORKS OUT RULES WITH HIS PA===
Whitcomb takes a long breath and continues his prideful soliloquy, “An exec can share his PA with our financial backers, or other outsiders he wants to have her fuck, assuming she fully agrees. Some domineering bosses are adamant about having total ownership of their PA like that and will take a pass on a potential PA that demurs. Most are willing to give his chosen PA a say in selective cases and allow her to beg off on an outsider that is too unappealing to her.
“We do have a couple of PAs who feel very monogamous about their boss. They will do their lover/boss any way, any time, but refuse to touch any other man. That even includes one of them who is married! Do you get my meaning?” Grin.
Derrick was curious, “You’re saying that her HUSBAND doesn’t even get laid?”
“Depends on how you look at the term ‘Husband’, son. Right after she first allowed her boss to have her, she went home and told her hubby that she religiously believed in the sanctity of monogamy in marriage and that from that day on her ‘office husband’ would be the only man who has sex with her. That is how she herself told it to me.
“So, she refuses to entertain other clients or co-workers, but her exec says she couldn’t possibly be more eager in her private time with him. He respects her for that and treats her like he loves the ground she lies on. There’s a few other PAs around here he can call on to volunteer whenever he sees the need for a loaner pussy for an important client.”
He shows his ‘dirty old man’ grin, “You know the majority of the ladies who work here seem to have fallen in love with the frequent sex lifestyle, and they don’t shy away from a chance for some extra cock.”
“That woman’s exec himself told me that his PA’s husband used to quiz her for details about what exactly she was doing with him at work, and eventually she snapped at her husband and said, ‘You are a pervert! What a married women does privately with her husband is not fodder for gossip. And I have told you, my boss is my husband for all sexual purposes. So, I am not talking about anything he and I say or do with our clothes off. It is no one else’s business.’ I’m led to believe the hubby is going along with it so far. That’s his choice.”
===ENOUGH WITH THE STAFF HISTORIES===
Derrick ventured, “I did see Eric’s gal working the bulge in his trousers during a meeting yesterday and they both were smiling. Is that the kind of thing you were talking about, boss?”
Derreck thought she probably had gotten her SVP off, just based on their facial expressions, but he had not been sure about corporate rules regarding such things, so he had kept quiet. Now he understood the rules; that if the boss had actually shot his load in the office, they would have wanted to disguise that fact…Rule #1.
“But I am going to tell you right now, I will risk a heart attack to spend one hour in your woman’s bed. I am deadly serious about that Derreck. If I only have one orgasm left it my rickety old body, I insist that it be in your…what’s her name?
“Rosalynn Swain, sir.”
“Rosalynn. Oh My God, I am going to whack off saying that name when I get to bed tonight. ‘Rosalynn, my dear, suck me off just one more time, please’.”
“You’re giving me a boner boss.”
“One last thing,” Whitcomb added. “Since I do not permit sexual liaisons at work, many of the officers have created an informal group that leases a condo that is within walking distance nearby; 4 bedrooms each with two double beds, a family room and a living room which each have a couple of couches in them, and a finished basement with, I understand, several beds in it. See Will Riley in Facilities to join up. He takes care of cleaning and utilities and the rent. I think it costs $400 or maybe it’s closer to $500 a month now to get a key. Cash only, I think.”
The very next day Derrick brought Ros into his office and closed the door. He grinned meaningfully at her as he gestured for her to sit. “I had lunch with old Whitcomb yesterday and he gave me a long lecture on some very interesting things that I did not know about our new company. I want to share them with you, but only with an absolute promise of closed lips, you understand?”
Ros air-crossed her heart with her right hand. And smiled at her boss. “I swear.”
“Apparently, PA’s in this company are expected, well at least encouraged, to hold an exceptional degree of, shall we call it ‘loyalty’, to their boss. Do you know what I mean my dear?”
She wanted to handle this bombshell just right. “I haven’t been instructed to do anything other than be a good PA for you sir, but I will say I have gotten a pretty good idea that more than the usual share of senior officers were taking liberties with their staff. There certainly seems to be an unusual state of loyalty with some of the ladies to their boss.”
“Holy Cow, Ros, I have seen and heard some unbelievable things about some of the people right on this floor. My first Saturday morning here I noticed some odd things. I caught glimpses of several PA’s, but they weren’t at their desks the next time I looked. In one lady’s case, I saw that her blouse was fully unbuttoned and even a dolt like me could figure out what that implied.”
“I have a pretty good idea of what is going on, sir. It’s one reason I was so anxious to get this job under you and get out from under my previous boss.” She knew THAT was provocative.
“I might take that as meaning you would be happy to show some serious loyalty to me.” He said with a twinkle.
“Better you than any other exec I can think of. Just call me predisposed to Corporate Annuities loyalty.” She retorted, before twirling the tip of her tongue around her lips.
“Am I allowed to grab you and French kiss you right now Rosalynn?” Big smile.
“I just wet my lips for you, and I think it would be considered disloyal of me to say no to that.”
He responded, “Well we aren’t going to do one damn thing improper just because some other employees choose to do it.”
“Right as rain, love. Nothing improper at all.” She blows him a kiss. She definitely has mixed feelings about this conversation. She likes that her boss isn’t going to insist on something just because the corporate culture around here was fucked up. BUT from what she has seen of Mr. Manson… Derrick…she would be the biggest winner in the building if she was forced to get sexual with him. And she tingled a little over his notion about the French kiss.
“Mrs. Swain,” he affected a serious tone, “In this department we do not air-blow kisses with the boss. Kisses are a perfectly fit and proper way to show affection between employees, but they WILL be delivered physically, with a generous dollop of tongue.”
===ROSALYNN DOES MORE RESEARCH ===
Ros swore to herself that she was going to pay very close attention to how other PA’s address their bosses and behave around them. She continued treating her boss with the promptest of responses on everything and the best attention she could muster so as not to let him down in any way. Every time she interacted with him, she fantasized as to how it would be if and when he did get more personal. She knew she would say yes to anything he suggested, and she admitted to herself that she was actually looking forward to getting to know him very much more personally.
She had chatted cautiously with a good number of the other PA’s and confirmed that the vast majority of them were sexually intimate with their boss. Some of the girls didn’t hide anything, taking the apparent attitude that her body was completely and rightfully the property of her boss, after work hours. They seemed to be delighted with the arrangement and talked in boastful terms about the strength of their relationship with their lover/boss.
A few did seem somewhat less than enthralled with their particular boss but spoke of them as just a necessary part of their wonderful job that they willingly endured. One lady, in particular, described in very casual terms how her boss had handled her. “Of course, he fucks me at least once after lunch…blah, blah. It’s not my favorite way to spend half an hour; I wish like hell I was reporting to your man Manson!”
In truth, the word ‘fuck’ was used relatively infrequently…it didn’t sound all that proper around a headquarters office. It was far more likely the conversation would include euphemisms like, “he gave me a go” or “we did it twice” or “we got it on”. It was rare that anyone would say anything specific like “we screwed bareback on his desk” or “he had me go 69 with the other lawyers on the case”.
Derrick alluded to some of these stories in chats with Rosalynn which managed to get her worked up and it started to bother her. ‘Why wasn’t Derrick trying to bang the shit out of her? What was wrong…was he gay, or was she just unattractive to him?’ She had to sort that out.
===DERRICK FINALLY POPS THE QUESTION===
The next time they were alone in his office she screwed up the courage to ask him “Boss, like you’ve been telling me, most of the PA’s in this establishment are having sex with their bosses. So why am I not treated like that? Am I too homely?
Derrick snorted a loud laugh. “Oh my God angel. You surely can’t believe that! It is the absolute consensus among the execs around here that you would wear the crown if we ever held a beauty contest.”
“Then why, my dear Derrick, are we not having this conversation on the cot in your inner office?”
“We can go do that any time you wish, me lovely. But there is a reason why I have not pressed the issue. I consider the perfect Exec-PA relationship to be like a good marriage. That’s the way the old man described it to me, and I am fully on board with that concept.
“It IS your office marriage as least as far as the company is concerned. The day you sat down at your desk outside my office, one could say we became ‘engaged’. In former, more conservative days, being engaged meant boyfriend and girlfriend were promised to each other but would not jump the gun and go right away to marriage…the baby-making stage in the relationship. I didn’t say that very eloquently, did you follow me, sweetheart?”
“So, if I understand you correctly, you do intend to be my office husband soon, but just don’t want to seem to be in a rush about it. Is that right?
“You’ve got it, love. You are my office fiancé, and we will be married very soon, if it is up to me.”
“Well, just so you know, I full well understand about the culture you warned me about. I very much approve of it, and I am patiently looking forward to engaging with you in a connubial way, whenever, however, and as often as you wish.” Beaming smile. “So don’t waste too much time, boss man. There are several good looking men around here who have made me attractive offers and I always just tell them ‘I belong to EVP Manson’, which cools them off pretty quickly.”
“O.K. hon, I guess I have been stupid in overthinking this thing.” He takes her hands and draws her gently to him, kissing her deeply but gently on those full lips, with rather little tongue. He gets down on one knee, “Will you take me to be your office husband, to love honor and obey, ’til death do us part?”
She hugged him closer and responded “I thought you would never ask, Derrick Manson. I do!”
Always one to want to have the last word, he said, “My darling, I am a single man, no wife at home, so you may expect me to be much more demanding of time with my office wife than the other execs are with theirs.”
===THE GREAT CONDOM DEBATE ===
“Tell you what, let me close down my email and you do the same. Put the ‘OUT’ sign on our door and we will go shopping. I suppose you have heard about the community apartment arrangement?”
Her face was consumed by her eager smile. She vigorously nodded her head.
“Well sweetie, I am not about to subject the love of my life to any such cattle call; we will get our own, private love nest.”
They walked out, unashamedly hand in hand, like newlyweds going to church, and headed over to the mid-range apartment complex on the next block. There was only one apartment currently available and, after obtaining Rosalynn’s agreement, he made a deposit on that on the spot. Then they went to the mega-grocery for a cart full of near term necessities, like a case of wine, a small wheel of soft cheese, bread, salami and a dozen other comestibles.
At her reminder, they went to the pharmacy department and she picked out 2 family size boxes of plain-Jane condoms. She blushed a deep red and quietly said “lover, I don’t even have any idea what size you wear?”
He gave her a hug and a really big smile. “Pussycakes, the regular ‘comfort fit’ and length will suffice.” He didn’t seem embarrassed at all.
“Maybe only 1 box will do husband. I don’t like to even use them except at high danger times of my cycle and frankly we really don’t know how many times a week we are going to want them. That will probably be OFTEN at first.” Smile.
“Jesus, girl. Too many variables to deal with. How long can we stretch our lunch hours? How much later can you stay after work? Will you be able to come in on Saturdays? How often will we be doing only oral and not need any protection? I enjoy that a LOT, but I have no clue what our sex life is going to look like. Will we need any at all on your period days? My preference would be to do your butt on those days, but I don’t know if you even want a cock in your ass, with or without a condom on it; I really love butt fucking and, personally, I prefer au naturelle.
“I have to tell you that I have never ever been butt fucked! And I also want to confirm that I am absolutely tingling at the opportunity of working your ‘comfort fit’ dick up my exhaust pipe. Or does the guy do all the working? So much to learn with you Derrick.”
He laughed happily at that intimate exchange. “Also, since we are both new on the job, we don’t even have a clue how many condoms you will need for visiting dignitaries.”
She interjected, “We haven’t even talked much about visiting rights in any detail. I want to tell you that I am rather piggish about variety in my sex life so I will be encouraging you to make very liberal use of your PA for any reasonably presentable visitors. Hopefully, most of those can be scheduled for my low risk days as it doesn’t seem like a good optic for you to present them with your beautiful PA and the key to our apartment and then hand them a box of rubbers.”
“Not a good look, I agree. On the other hand, they will NOT be unhappy men.”
===CONNUBIAL BLISS, AT LONG LAST ===
In the housewares section they purchased a single air-mattress and some basic kitchen utensils. That would have to do until they could get some real furnishings in their love nest.
They drove back to their new condo and quickly blew a minimum of air into the air-mattress and then christened it together with their very first fuck. The all-too-brief coupling happened under way less than ideal circumstances. They had each hastily undressed themselves and jumped on the double air mattress that was then christened as their temporary marital bed, not the most romantic scenario ever.
There were few love words and no oral-genital preliminaries at all. Never-the-less, this missionary quickie blew them both away. They were simply kids with a new game to play. Notwithstanding the crude beginning, they were both to remember this as one of the most memorable days of their lives.
“So, this is how it’s going to be Derrick. Whew, I am falling in love.”
He countered, “I already am in love Rosalynn. I haven’t the slightest doubt it is the real thing for me.” She simply beamed.
With that they quickly started a second lovemaking session, with a passionate rhythm. That lasted a good half an hour, with some intensive explorations of each other’s anatomies, which they both understood were now community property.
They followed that rather quickly with a very sweet and loving 69, which, of course, did not require that he have a fully recovered hard-on. That slowly produced a 3rd orgasm for each of them, before it was official office closing hour. Those later couplings felt so very much more like two people in love than just fucking.
“Oh, Jesus, husband. I can’t believe this! I totally can’t believe it. Today I have had the sweetest lovemaking in my entire life. Way beyond anything with my home husband, or with any other lover I ever had. And I can look forward to almost daily repeats, is that correct, honey?”
“No, no, dearest, we can’t have sex…make love…all afternoon if we are going to get any work done for the company. But we might be able to find a way to cum for each other 3 times a day if you want to sign up for some after-work hours.”
“Where do I sign, my love?”
Then he drove her back to her car and passionately kissed her goodnight and let her head home to her ingrate, at-home husband for the weekend. A key to their new love nest was safely tucked in her clutch purse.
===YOU’RE MY P.A. AND I’LL FUCK YOU WHEN I WANT TO ===
Rosalyn got to the office a bit on the early side Monday morning, but Derrick appeared to be there ahead of her. She swaggered into his office with her chipper on with a big loving smile. He swung the door behind her as she came in and put his big arms around her with a deep tongue kiss for a greeting. She made sure that lasted a long, loving time while his hands reacquainted themselves with her chest and derriere.
“Oh my God, I’ve missed you so much, woman. Don’t ever go away from me for 60 whole hours again!” He pulled his hand out from under her blouse and crudely shoved it down into the waist of her skirt. She kissed him intensely while he fingered her. She giggled and managed to respond, “You can’t fuck me, you can’t fuck me, the boss says not on company time!” With a saucy grin.
“Fine”, he said. “No one said I wanted to fuck you now anyway.”
“I know you do, boss, you want to fuck me, you want to fuck me.”
“O.K. fine miss smarty pants. So, what if I did want to fuck you? You are MY PA and I’ll fuck you when I want to. I’ll fuck you when I want to, he reprised in a sing-song way.
“Rosalynn,” he said, sounding more matter of fact, “The chairman of the board himself talked to me last week and we spoke about fraternization with my PA. He had some pretty strong feelings on that topic.”
She didn’t know if he was being serious or not but was listening intently.
“Old man Whitcomb is extremely proud of the open sex culture he instigated in this company so many years ago. And he still takes an active hand in preserving it. He literally told me that you, Ros, are so fucking beautiful that he is holding me responsible for ‘breaking you in’ for the good of the company, I believe is how he put it.
“So, he continues, “what we did Friday at our new apartment was on my boss’s instruction and not something I just did for the fun of it.” He had a hard time keeping a straight face with this line.
She just had to play along. “So, you mean you fucked me, not once, but three fucking times, boss, not because it was something enjoyable that you wanted to do, but because the Chairman ordered you to do that? Bull shit!” Grin.
“It’s true, it’s true Ms. Swain. It’s all true. And Whitcomb even told me to get you broken in soon, so he can fuck you himself. And I, for one, believe he meant it.”
That put a halt to their banter as she soaked up his words. “Really? The old fart says he plans to screw me? Gross!!”
He grabbed her close and buried his face in her tits. “Don’t worry about it, honey. He is mostly bluff and bluster. You can politely avoid him. Even if he did somehow pin you down, just shut your eyes and it would be all over within a couple of minutes.” Smirk.
Fortunately, their workload was light that week, as they had a lot to talk about. Derrick had to explain to her how the new round of annuities worked and why they were so important to the company, and she had to explain to him how she really needed to regularly have some cock up her butt along with the more romantical sex they would be expected to share in the future. He promised to deliver on that, particularly on days she was on her period.
But he reiterated to Ros that with no wife at home, his office wife was going to have to put up with more coital demands from him, certainly some relief almost daily and more than once on many days. She just kept nodding her head enthusiastically and almost drooling from her smiling mouth.
Several times she reached over to squeeze his obvious bulge, but he stopped her. “Wife 0′ Mine, you do know the strict rule against sex in the office place? I will have to ask Whitcomb if tweaking my bulge is considered unacceptable behavior on the part of my PA.”
Then, following some very sweet lunch-hour sex at their new apartment, the two returned to the office and had some details to agree upon.
===DO YOU TERRIBLY MIND GETTING A WAX JOB? ===
Derrick just flat out asked Ros if she terribly minded getting her privates waxed. He very much wanted that.
“And will you explain that to my household husband? He will eventually notice you know.”
“It’s not up to me, my dear. You know him best. You will figure out a way to ‘splain it to him. Maybe just say it is best for you to be cleanly shaven when you have to spend some time with important clients. Something like that.” Snicker.
“Ohhh, fine idea, boss! That won’t require any further explanation.”
“But you don’t necessarily have to explain, just leave him wondering. You know, Ros, you should talk to those other PAs again. There are a couple of things I don’t think they bothered to fill you in on.”
“Such as…?”
“Well, I’m the newbie here, lover. But it seems to me there are some things that would have to be permanently explained back home. Why does a PA have to take out of town trips with her boss? Maybe on short notice? Why does she have to come in early or stay late or even work some weekend hours? Why IN HELL does the boss get to dictate that she has a shaved muff under her skirt!?
“Ros, my love. You have signed up to be my companion. That will not work well if you have to tiptoe around your at home husband’s schedule, and on a short leash. You need to find some way to establish a greater degree of independence from his protective instincts.”
“Jesus, boss. Even if I DO tiptoe, he will still just possibly notice that I have a naked cunt which I have never had before.
“Sort it.” was all he said.
That night she was unusually playful with her husband, Half-Nelson. Horsing around on the bed he began going down on her. Just as she planned. “Sweety, I have been thinking about having that hairy thing trimmed down for you. Anything to induce you to spend a little more time down there.” Big smiling giggle.
“Whatever.” Was his flat response. One might almost deduce that he didn’t much give a shit, nor plan to spend much time between his wife’s legs. Hence, the next morning she made an appointment with Angelina. She was one of the PA’s in Personnel, and she held the responsibility for Employee Personal Care. She was a Registered Nurse and held a number of degrees and skills, one of which was the ability to do vaginal hair removal. Although it was not widely publicized, waxing was the one thing she spent the most time doing, what with the large number of Personal Assistants that had that at the top of their grooming agenda.
Angelina was delighted to welcome a new client to her bosom, greeting her with over the top enthusiasm. She gave Rosalynn a hug to welcome her to the inner sanctum of PA’s Who Care (a non-existent group, a figment of Angelina’s creativity). Ros decided to share her dilemma and it was an old story to Angelina. She had dealt with more than a few employees whose boss felt the need for them to present a clean look to clients and whose old-fashioned husbands thought it was little short of sinful to mess with God’s adornment.
“So, what did they do?” Ros wanted to know.
“We always start with the clipping and waxing first. Once the pussy is slick enough to eat off of, then the wax-no wax decision becomes much more cleanly defined.” Smirk.
Ros had to laugh, despite her insecure feeling. ‘Surely, she could get her work husband to relent, and give her a bye’ she thought. Maybe. Perhaps. But she had heard of one new PA who left the company over this very-issue.
‘Did Roz herself want to stick with the old ways?’ She asked herself. ‘Fuck NO’ was her firm reply. The company provides the necessary weekly grooming for free, as Angelina had proudly explained. She had boasted that she was ‘the caregiver of the 15 prettiest pussies in town.’
“O.K.” she said to Angelina. “You start taking it off, while I make up my mind whether to obey my company husband or the one at home.” She felt more comfortable making the choice since her home husband had voted a cop-out ‘whatever’ to her polite suggestion.
As the clean-up progressed, she was already envisioning how she would cheerfully show off her crowning new achievement to Nelson and thank him for giving the clean look his blessing. She thought she would get away with that and wouldn’t even have to resort to telling him that her boss wanted her to do it for visiting dignitaries.
She also thought ahead to showing off for the top brass from City Corp who were coming…cumming…next week. Her first hosting for visiting dignitaries and she was excitedly looking forward to demonstrating her slick new look. God, it felt good to be alive!
I HAVE TO PAUSE IT HERE FOR NOW. I DON’T KNOW IF IT WARRANTS A CONTINUATION. I HAVE IT IN MIND THAT THIS BECOMES A LIFELONG LOVE AFFAIR AND SHE DUMPS THE OLD MAN. THEY CAN FUCK AWAY FOR AS LONG AS THEY REMEMBER HOW TO DO THAT STUFF. IF YOU WANT A DIFFERENT ENDING, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO GIVE IT A GO.