What Would You Do?
What would you do? That question has always intrigued me.
During the Nuremburg trials after the Second World War, a 19-year-old girl was sentenced to prison for being a guard at the gate of the prison at Auschwitz. “I was just a young girl and was told to stand guard or they would shoot me. What would you do, judge?” she pleaded–to no avail.
A number of years back, a few salesmen were standing out front of a retail establishment on a slow summer Friday night. One brought up the question: “What would you do if you caught your wife in bed with another man?”
There being always one joker in any group, an older gentleman who had been married a long time, quipped: “I’d just give him back his white cane and dark glasses, hand him the leash to his seeing-eye dog and help him out the door.”
Most of the others had more macho comments like: “I’d beat the shit out of him,” or “I’d kill the wife,” or “I’d kill the guy.” One in particular said, “I’d take the gun I keep in the bureau drawer and shoot them both. I don’t care what would happen to me, nobody’s gonna take what’s mine, and that whore who gave herself to someone else doesn’t deserve to live.”
As fate would have it, a couple of months later this same man felt sick at work and decided to go home early and lie down, and in doing so caught his wife in bed with another man. He did go to the bureau and take out the gun. But he then went to the closet and took out a duffle bag, put the gun in the bag, took down all his clothes in the closet and put them in the bag; cleaned out the bureau and put the rest of his clothes in the bag. Then calmly walked out of the house and never went back.
So, you see, people don’t always do what they say they are going to do when confronted with the actual event.
Many people, over the course of their lives, are forced to make decisions that can seriously alter their lives.
Which brings us to Harry Miller.
Harry is 40 years old, about 5’11” tall, athletically built, handsome, and successful. He has worked for the same company since he graduated from college, and has gradually moved up the executive chain to a fairly large office on the fifth floor, earning a fairly large salary, a 401K and lots of perks. He is well-liked and respected by the employees and his employer.
Harry married Joanna before they even graduated from the same university. Joanna is now a 38-year-old beautiful woman. (As a side note: I believe that the most beautiful age for a woman is between 30 and 40. By 30, if she has taken care of herself physically, she has lost her baby fat or her awkward skinniness, and if she has taken care of herself mentally and emotionally, she has matured into a voluptuous woman who can hold intelligent conversations on many subjects; who is sexually experienced enough, even if with only one man, to know how to satisfy herself and a man in bed.) Joanna is such a woman. She is not movie-star gorgeous, but she is beautiful and sexy and desirable.
Harry loves–passionately loves–Joanna.
Joanna passionately loves Harry.
True, they had each once had an affair outside their marriage. Really not an affair–just a one-night stand. That was back not too long after their son was born. She felt stressed and overworked; he felt deserted and lonely. Ultimately they both decided individually that that was not what they wanted in their marriage and never did it again. They never admitted it to each other, and neither found out about the other, but each spent the rest of their marriage dedicating themselves to each other. Consequently, they now have a life together that many people dream of but very few attain.
There is only one slight irritation for Harry as he drives to work this Monday morning. His secretary of many years had quit the previous week to follow her husband to another city, so he has to interview for a replacement this morning. It is a chore he dislikes doing; he feels it takes away from spending time at the work he really enjoys.
When he exits the elevator on the fifth floor there is a mid-twenties-year-old black man sitting at the desk his secretary used to occupy.
“Can I help you with something?” Harry asks the young man.
The young man rises and holds out his hand. “You must be Harry Miller. My name’s Maximillian Jonas. My friends call me Max, but you can call me Mr. Jonas. I’m your new executive assistant.”
Harry shakes Max’s hand before he realizes what is happening. He pulls his hand back and looks at Max suspiciously.
“But I didn’t hire an assistant and I don’t need an assistant. I do need a secretary if you’d like to come into my office, I’ll interview you for that.” And he heads for his office.
Max follows. “No, you don’t understand, Old Man. I’m already hired. I’m your executive assistant. And while I assist you you’re supposed to teach me everything you know about the business.”
“There’s no way you would be hired without my prior approval. Who do you think hired you?”
“Mrs. Browne on the fourteenth.” Max notices Joanna’s picture on Harry’s desk. “Say Old Man, is that Mrs. M? Man, I’d sure like to fuck that.”
In a fit of rage Harry jumps up and with his left hand grabs Max by the collar while he raises his right fist to strike Max in the face–before he thinks better of it, and pushes Max away.
Max is not intimidated. He is a little taller than Harry, more heavy and muscular, and of course, much younger. “Jeez, calm down, Old Man. Don’t get your nuts in an uproar. You should take that as a compliment; that’s how I meant it. I’ve seen women whom I’ve thought; ‘Wow, that’s one ugly woman. I wouldn’t fuck that with your dick.’ No man wants to hear that about his woman. You should be proud of the fact another man finds her so attractive and fuckable. Most men secretly like the idea of another man wanting to fuck their old lady.”
“Well, you keep your crude and rude remarks to yourself and get the fuck out of here. I’m going up to see Mrs. Browne and when I get back you better be gone or I’ll have security throw your ass out.” And he storms out of his office to the elevator. His rage builds more and more as he waits till he punches the elevator door.
On the fourteenth floor he storms past Mrs. Browne’s secretary and barges right into her office, screaming: “What the hell is going on? There’s some obnoxious son-of-a-bitch down in my office telling me he’s my executive assistant and that you hired him.”
Mrs. Browne is a wizened, thin, black lady in her sixties. She looks frail but she is as tough as they come. She knows everything that goes on in the company and rules it like a queen. And the employees treat her like a queen. She and her family built the company from scratch when she was a young woman and it is now a powerhouse in the county and even the state. Her family owns all the stock and she is the main stock-holder.
“Thanks for knocking and waiting to be asked to enter, Harry,” she states sarcastically. “How did you know I wasn’t having a meeting or something in here? I see you’ve met Max.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Browne. I don’t mean to show disrespect but that clown has really pissed me off. I just met him and first thing he tells me he wants to fuck my wife.”
“Settle down, Harry. I’d offer you a drink but it’s too early in the day. How about a coffee or water or something?
“No, Thanks. I’m fine.”
“Yes. Max can be crude and rude. That’s why I sent him to you.”
“But why? Why him? Why me?”
She moves her chair next to Harry’s and speaks to him as though they are really close friends. “Why him? He graduated with an MBA from Harvard–3rd in his class. He’s brilliant. Everyone who knows him says so.”
“But there are plenty of MBAs out there who aren’t such son-of-a-bitches. Why him?”
“Well, because he’s my sister’s son–my nephew. The family has decided he’s been sowing his wild oats long enough and he should start learning the family business. You should really learn to get along with him. He is a large shareholder in the company and someday, when I retire or keel over, he’ll probably be sitting in my chair. So you probably wouldn’t want him as an enemy.””
“Okay, I see. But why me? Couldn’t you stick him with someone else?”
“Harry, you’ve been with us a long time and we all, the whole family, know you have been especially instrumental in our success. You know all the ins and outs of the business and you keep us out of legal trouble. You have a way of keeping the bad clients placated and staying with us and of promoting enthusiasm about us in our good clients so that they keep recommending more business to us. We love you and trust you and all feel you are the best one to smooth over Max’s rough spots. We want you to teach him how to read these different clients, what makes them tick, how to best handle their needs. We believe you can give him the couth and sophistication he lacks. In short, we want you to teach him to handle our business the way you do.”
“Okay, you’ve buttered me up pretty good there. But why just spring him on me. Why couldn’t you have at least discussed it with me first?”
“I’m sorry we did that to you, Harry. The family just had a meeting over the weekend, and we decided we wanted to do it right away, without delay. I’ve never asked you to do something out of the ordinary before, but I’m asking you, as a special favor, to do this for me. And we realize this is going to be a difficult assignment for you, but if you get what we want accomplished there will probably be a promotion and a raise in the offing.”
“Mrs. B, even though you did it very subtly, you needn’t use the carrot and stick argument with me. You know I’ll do whatever you ask. So count me in.”
“Thanks Harry. And just so you know, we have told him that you are in charge; that he’s to listen to whatever you say and do whatever you ask. So even though he may be crude at first, he will do as he’s told.”
*
Harry doesn’t go directly back down to the fifth floor. He leaves the building and walks around the block, steeling himself for the coming ordeal.
When he gets back to his office, Max is sitting with his head back on the couch just staring at the ceiling, humming to himself.
“Are we cool now, Old Man?” he greets Harry.
“We’re cool. But there are a couple of rules to start off.”
“Hit me. What are they?”
“First of all, you will call me Mr. Miller, especially in front of clients or employees. When you get in an executive position you will expect respect, and to get respect you must show respect.”
“Okay, got it. What else?”
“Most important, you will keep any and all sexual or political or racial remarks to yourself. We don’t need any lawsuits or harassment charges from anyone, and you never know what remark is picked up and spread, even though you didn’t intend for them to even hear it. So keep them to yourself.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“This is not a try situation. There is no room for even one mistake. Just do it.”
“Okay, Mr. Miller. You got it. How’s that?”
“Fine. Now let’s get to work.”
*
The first thing Harry does when gets home that evening is fix himself a drink and collapse on the couch.
Joanna walks in and sees how dejected he is. “Well, you’re not very cheerful tonight. Bad day at the office?”
“Yeah, well, it started that way, anyway. It ended up not too bad, but I’m still trying to settle my nerves about the way it started.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
So Harry tells her the whole story. “What a crude and rude son-of-a-bitch. Are you going to be able to get through it okay?” She does, though, feel a little bump of pride on hearing the part of this young man wanting to fuck her.
*
On a Thursday evening a month later, after they have a pleasant meal and sit down to watch some TV, Harry reaches over and takes Joanna’s hand, “You know I’m really starting to feel good about this whole thing with Max. I think it is going to work out just fine. How about I take a cab to work tomorrow and you meet me after work at that bar across the street from the office, and Ill take you out to dinner. We haven’t had a date night in a while. What do you say?”
“I noticed you’ve been in a much better mood lately. I’m glad for you.” And she snuggles up next to him and kisses him, “And I’d love to go on a date with my loving husband. I’ll take a cab to meet you, then we can take a cab home and won’t have to worry about how much we drink.”
*
Joanna is at the bar the next evening just a little before Harry and already has had one drink when he walks in and sits next to her. He orders himself a drink and one for Joanna. They are discussing where they want to go to dinner when Harry stops mid-conversation, stares at the door. “Oh shit!” he says.
“What’s the matter?”
“Max and some girl just walked in.”
“Max? Is that the young man you’re training?”
“Yeah. I was hoping you wouldn’t have to meet him.”
The girl Max is with is young, maybe 23 or 24, blue-eyed, blonde, and she’s drop-dead gorgeous; and both Harry and Joanna notice, braless. When Max notices Harry at the bar, he stops and whispers in the girl’s ear, then proceeds to the bar. He slaps Harry on the back. “How ya doin’ Old Man? Out slummin’ are ya? And this must be Mrs. M.”
He then reaches over to kiss Joanna on the cheek and whispers in her ear, “I would like to fuck you even more now that I see you in person than I did looking at your picture.”
Joanna blushes and quickly pulls away. “You are just as crude and rude as my husband said you were. Don’t you dare talk to me like that ever again, young man.”
“What’s going on?” Harry asks.
“I’ll tell you later. Let’s get out of here,” Joanna tells Harry.
“Wait a minute,” Max exclaims. “Don’t run off. Let me buy you a drink.” Then he looks at Joanna directly. “As I told your old man when I first saw your picture, I meant it as a compliment; I’m sorry if you took it the wrong way. Please stay and let me buy you guys a drink.”
Harry says, “That’s okay. We were just on our way to get some dinner.”
“Where are you going?” Max asks.
“We hadn’t decided yet. We don’t have reservations anywhere,” Harry responds.
“Well then, let me take care of that. Let me make it up to you guys. I’ll buy you guys dinner. How about ‘The Vault’; they have great steaks and prime rib. Connie can drive us. Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners. I forgot to introduce you, This is my very good friend Connie. Connie, this is the man I work with, Harry Miller, and his wife Mrs. M.
“Joanna is my name,” as she reaches her hand out to shake Connie’s. Then handshakes all around.
“It’s Friday night and as we said we don’t have reservations. There’s no way we can get in there, Harry states.
“Don’t worry about it,” Max responds. “I’ll get us in. Please let me do this.”
They all finally agree. Max pays the bartender and they follow Connie out to her car. Harry and Joanna climb in the back seat and they drive to the restaurant with very cursory conversation.
They leave the car at the valet and walk inside, where Max seeks out the Maître D. They have a conversation and shake hands and the four are escorted to a table. Max turns out to be a great story-teller and conversationalist and is quite entertaining and gracious when he wants to be. Both Harry and Joanna are surprised and are having a good time.
After dinner they all move to the bar. Except for Connie, who doesn’t seem to be drinking, they have each had a couple of drinks at dinner and after a couple more at the bar, Connie seems to get overly interested in Harry. She moves over and stands next to him, puts her hand on his thigh and speaks in a low tone. “You are quite the handsome man, Harry. But I guess you already know that. I bet you have plenty of girlfriends on the side, don’t you?”
Harry feels her breasts and nipples up against his arm, blushes and stammers. “Of course not, I’m a happily married man. And you know my wife is sitting right there.”
Connie suddenly looks at her watch and blurts out: “Oh, I’m sorry guys. I didn’t realize it’s so late. I hate to do this to you, but I’ve got to run. There’s someplace I’ve got to be right now. You’re going to have to take a cab or Uber or something.”
Before she leaves, though, she reaches over and kisses Harry, a sexy kiss in which she inserts her tongue, and at the same time, reaches down and caresses his crotch.
Harry is stunned and embarrassed but finally is able to pull away and remove her hand. She says, “If you ever want to get together, Harry, Max knows how to get a hold of me.” And she hurries out the door.
Joanna watches what is going on in stunned silence. Her face is red and she is glaring at Harry. He reaches over and takes her hand. “Boy, that took me by complete surprise. Please don’t be angry. I really had nothing to do with it.”
“Okay,” she says, but she doesn’t have much to say after that. She pulls out her cell and calls for a Uber.
Max again pays the bill and they all go outside to wait for the Uber. Max asks if they would mind dropping him off before going on their way and Harry agrees. When the Uber pulls up, Harry opens the back door for Joanna and she climbs in and moves toward the other side of the car. But before she can move all the way over Max rushes to the other side of the car and jumps in. That leaves Joanna sitting between Harry and Max, crammed in the small Honda shoulder to shoulder. There is not much conversation between them on the way.
When they reach Max’s building he reaches for the door handle and starts to open the door, but then, suddenly he stops, turns quickly, grabs Joanna and kisses her–passionately–lips slightly open, tongue probing. At the same time his left had strokes her breast, then moves down her body and caresses her pussy.
Harry is awestruck and stunned, unable to move. Joanna, at first, is the same. But when his tongue hits her lips her body is struck with an electric shock. She feels a tingle in her groin and her heart starts beating faster. She comes to her senses and tries to push him away but he is too strong.
Just as quickly as it began it is over. Max pulls away and opens the door and exits. Once outside he sticks his head back in the door and says to Harry, “Now we’re even, Old Man for what you and my girlfriend did.” And he walks away.
Joanna moves over on the seat close to the left door, leaving a wide gap between her and Harry. They don’t speak.
Finally Harry says angrily, “I can’t believe you let him do that. What’s wrong with you?”
Just as angrily Joanna responds: “I didn’t let him do anything. He overwhelmed me. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. Besides what about you and Connie?”
“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. And I put a stop to it.”
“Not right away. You hesitated a little. You looked like you were thinking about letting it continue. You liked it, didn’t you? And you didn’t take your eyes off her chest all night.”
“Yeah, well what about you? You looked like you were enjoying it too. And he pulled away from you, you didn’t pull away from him.”
“I told you I was trying. He was too strong for me.”
They don’t talk the rest of the way home. When they get home they undress and each sleeps on the opposite side of the king-size bed.
By the next day, though, they have forgiven each other and things slowly get back to normal. By Saturday night they are in each others arms and making passionate love. By Sunday they are acting like newlyweds to each other. They have ostensibly forgotten the indiscretions with Max and Connie.
But they really haven’t forgotten. Harry can’t get it out of his mind, and Monday and Tuesday at work he is short-tempered and curt and uncommunicative, especially with Max. Max, on the other hand, is cordial and jovial and acts like nothing is changed.
Joanna also can’t seem to forget. She is still pissed at Harry for his actions with Connie, but also, when she thinks of the interaction with Max she can’t help but feel aroused. She wonders what she would have done if Max hadn’t broken it off, or if Harry hadn’t been there, and she is afraid. She is afraid there is a piece of her that wanted it to continue. When she takes her shower that morning she masturbates herself to the strongest orgasm she has had in years.
By Wednesday work concerns again become primary and Max and Harry begin working agreeably together.
It is five months before they all have to be thrown together again and the incidents are now just a long ago memory that is very seldom even thought about, by either of them.
*
One Thursday morning Mrs. Browne calls Harry up to her office. “How are you and Max getting along?” she asks.
“We’re fine.”
“And how’s he doing? Have you smoothed his rough edges? Does he understand our business and how to go about it?”
“You were right. He is brilliant. He picks up everything exceptionally fast. In fact, there isn’t much more I can teach him.”
“That’s what I was hoping you would tell me. Monday morning I will be moving him up to the 13th florl. Also Monday morning I will be moving you up to the 8th floor and giving you a considerable raise and a larger section of our business to be in charge of. What do you think?”
“How can I help but be ecstatic? A promotion, a raise, and him gone. What more can a man expect?”
“One other thing, tomorrow evening I will be having a get-together with senior management at my favorite restaurant to announce the promotions and to celebrate. You and Joanna have to come.”
“Of course. How could we refuse?”
But that’s exactly what Joanna wants to do. “We can’t go,” she tells Harry. “I’m sure Max will be there and I don’t want to be around him.”
“You know I can’t refuse.”
“Then you go yourself. I don’t want to go. But remember we have to take John up to Boulder to his dorm and go through parent indoctrination on Saturday. So don’t drink too much. You don’t want to be hungover the next day.”
“No, you’ve got to come. Mrs. Browne specifically invited you too. After all this I can’t insult her by telling her you couldn’t make it.”
Joanna just sits and glares at Harry, thinking it over. Finally she agrees to go. “But we have to sneak out as early as we can,” she demands.
It wasn’t specifically a dislike for Max that made her reluctant to go. When Harry told her about it, she realized immediately that Max would have to be there, and the memory of the kiss and his caressing her pussy and her masturbating in the shower for a week afterwards made her hesitant. She is afraid of her own vulnerability.
*
When they arrive they are given an assigned table. Max and Connie are already seated at the table. Connie is dressed in a tight, form-fitting skirt with a slit up the side and a buttoned up the front blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned; and of course, no bra. Joanna takes one look at her and is already angry. When they both stand up to shake Harry’s and Joanna’s hands, Harry is afraid to look at Connie, so while shaking Connie’s hand he continues to look at Max.
Again, though, they are surprised by what a good time they are having. The food and service is excellent and the speeches not too long or convoluted. When it is breaking up they move to the bar. Before any of the other executives leave it seems they have to buy Max and Harry a drink and give their congratulations. So Harry and Joanna are not able to sneak out and are getting quite tipsy.
Connie moves over to Harry, puts one hand on his thigh; with her other hand she takes Harry’s hand and tries to pull him up. “Come dance with me, Harry,” she coos.
“I’m sorry, I really don’t dance. I’m not much good at it,” Harry tells her.
Joanna, who has mellowed after a few drinks, tells him, “Sure you do, Hon. Go dance with her if you want.”
Harry doesn’t really want to. He’s afraid of a repeat of the last time they met, and he’s afraid of offending her if he has to spend the evening fighting her off; but he reluctantly gives in.
Max grabs Joanna by the hand and says, “Come, you dance with me.”
He tries to pull her close while dancing, but she holds hin at bay, and he remains a gentleman about it. “So tell me about yourself, Mrs. M, do you work outside the home?”
“Not now. I used to. But I quit about a year ago and I’ve been a lady of leisure ever since. We’re taking my son up to start college tomorrow though, so we’ll be empty-nesters and I’ve been thinking about going back to work.”
“What happened?”
“I was an executive secretary for some bitch. She treated everybody like they were her personal slaves; never gave anybody any praise, just belittled them continually no matter what kind of a job they did. I finally had enough and just left; then I didn’t feel like doing anything for a while.”
“Mrs. M, are you always so impulsive?”
“It wasn’t impulsive. I just had enough and I didn’t need it. As you know my husband can support me very well. And you don’t have to keep calling me Mrs. M. My name is Joanna; you can call me that.”
“No I can’t. I told you the first time I met you that I wanted to fuck you, and that hasn’t changed one little bit. And when you finally become mine, when you start begging me to fuck you I want everyone to know that a married woman gave herself to me. A conquest of a Joanna is not as satisfying as a conquest of a Mrs. M. So, you see, you need to get it in your head: you will always be Mrs. M. to me.”
“Your crudeness is only outdone by your ego. You can forget about it. It will never happen. I love my husband, I love my marriage, I love everything about it, and I would never do anything to jeopardize it. And I don’t want to hear any more about it. Let’s go back to the bar.”
“Wait a minute. Look at your old man over there dancing with Connie. She’s got her crotch up against his, her hands on his ass; she’s almost dry-humping him right on the dance floor. Don’t you think he’s wanting to fuck her right now? I bet he’s hard as a rock. What’s wrong with us doing the same?”
For the first time, she looks over at Harry and Connie and feels an almost uncontrollable surge of anger. Her first impulse is to go over and punch Connie, but the fear of making a scene keeps her from it. “Let’s go back to the bar,” she tells Max again.
Harry and Connie follow them shortly after. Connie continues to fawn all over Harry, continually touching him, running her hand over his thigh, even running her fingers through his hair a few times. Joanna is livid.
Max picks up on it. “Say, I’m having a few people over at my place to continue our celebration. Why don’t you two come with us and finish the evening.”
Harry declines: “No, we have to drive up to Boulder tomorrow, and I’ve really had enough. Thanks anyway.”
But Joanna agrees to go: “That sound good. I’m not ready to go home yet. Let’s go Harry.”
Harry doesn’t understand what’s gotten into Joanna, but doesn’t want to start an argument, so agrees to go along.
Connie hasn’t had but a couple of drinks, so she is again the designated driver. When the valet pulls her car up, Max tells Harry, “Get up front with “Connie if you want, I’ll sit in back with Mrs. M.”
But Joanna quickly intervenes: “No, no, no. Harry’ll ride in the back with me where he belongs. You ride up front with Connie.”
Nobody else shows up at Max’s apartment. After Max and Harry and Joanna have a couple of more drinks at his bar in the den, Connie declares, “Well it looks like nobody else is going to make it to this party so I’m going to leave. I’m sure you guys can figure out how to get home.” She then reaches over and kisses Harry, a passionate kiss, tongue probing his tongue; at the same time caresses his crotch. She whispers in his ear, “You can call me anytime.” She breaks loose and tells Max, “See ya, Max,” and heads for the door.
Max jumps up and escorts her to the door. After the door closes, he walks over and stands in front of Joanna, and says to Harry: “You really upset me tonight, Old Man.”
“How’s that, Max?”
“Makin’ out with my woman, right in front of me, and right in front of Mrs. M. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
“I wasn’t makin’ out with anybody, Max. I kept trying to push Connie away, and I told her a bunch of times to please stop what she was doing. I didn’t know what else to do without creating a scene.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t look like you were trying very hard. It looked like you were enjoying the hell out of it. What did you think you wanted going there, Ole Man? Did you think you could get a little swap thing goin’? You fuck Connie while I fuck Mrs. M? Is that what you want?”
Harry become red in the face, flustered, starts stuttering his words: “Nno! Nno! Tha-that’s not at all what I had in mind. I love Joanna and Joanna only, and don’t want anyone else, and I sure as hell don’t want you touching Joanna.”
“Well, I don’t know, Old Man, you hurt me to the core. How would you feel if I did the same thing with Mrs. M right in front of you? How would that make you feel?”
And with that he pulls Joanna towards him, reaches behind her and takes hold of her ass and pulls her tight till she can feel his cock against her pussy. And he kisses her with a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue probing.
Again Joanna feels the electric shock surge through her body, the goose bumps, the tingling in her groin, the fast heart beat. She feels slightly dizzy, a moan involuntarily escapes her.
He releases her but caresses her breasts, moves his other hand down and caresses her pussy? “How about that, Old Man? How do you like that?”
“Yes, Harry, how do you like that? What if I did to Max what Connie does to you? What if I kiss him like she did to you? What if I caressed his cock like she did to you?” And she pulls Max to her and kisses him just as he had just kissed her, while she reaches down and caresses his cock through his pants. Even Max is caught by surprise.
“How about that, Harry?” Joanne continues. “How does that make you feel? Are you jealous now, are you angry?”
As most people do when confronted with something so surprising and out of the normal, Harry just sits there in stunned silence. He finally regains his senses. “Okay, I get it. I don’t like it; I don’t like it at all, and believe me, I won’t ever let it happen again. Now can we get out of here and go home, Joanna? I’ll call an Uber and we can wait outside for it to arrive.”
And Joanna walks away from Max and takes Harry’s arm and walks with him to the door.
When they get home, they fall into bed, without even getting undressed, overcome with too much drink and exhaustion. The next day, driving to Boulder, then moving their son in to the barracks, then spending the rest of the day in indoctrination meetings, they are miserable. On the way home, though, the feeling of loss of their son not living with them everyday hits them. Joanna moves over close to Harry and snuggles with him. When they get home Harry doesn’t know exactly why he should have a guilty conscience, but he does, and so he goes out of his way to be extra special to Joanna in his love-making. He slowly undresses her, lays her gently on the bed, and kisses every inch of her body, finally settling on her pussy; kissing it, licking it, sucking on it, giving her three moaning, sheet-clutching, writhing orgasms.
*
Sunday they sit on the couch nestling together watching a football game, each thinking how happy they are with their life. Imagine that: a wife who enjoys watching football with her husband.
Monday and Tuesday, Max and Harry are both heavily engaged in moving to their new offices and getting closer acquainted with all the employees at their respective new locations. With no son to clean up after, with nothing really pressing her time, Joanna finds herself thinking more and more about Friday night. The more she thinks about it, the more angry she gets about Connie and Harry, but also she can’t get over what happened between her and Max. And so it goes for her the rest of the week. She finds herself getting aroused thinking about it. She goes upstairs to the bedroom, undresses, and masturbates to a gut-wrenching orgasms.
For the next three weeks, everything is bliss, both at the office and at home. Harry has settled into his new position, has hired a new secretary, all he feels he ever needed anyway, and feels freer and easier without Max hanging around all day. Max is relishing in his new power and also feeling freer now that he doesn’t have to
be nice to Harry all day.
On a Friday morning of the third week, Joanna gets a phone call. “Mrs. M, this is Max. Got a minute to talk?”
“What do you want, Max?”
“Are you still interested in going back to work?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Well, if you’re interested, there may be an opening here. I can probably get you situated if you like.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d want to work with Harry all day.”
“It would be in a completely different department. Why don’t you at least come in and talk about it.”
“Okay. I guess I can do that.”
“Good. Can you be at my office at 2:00 this afternoon? I’ll set aside time for you.”
“Yeah, I guess I can do that.”
“Great. I’ll see you then.”
*
Max is dressed in an expensive suit and looks, and also acts, very professional to Joanna. She is impressed.
“So, what’s the job?” she asks as she takes a chair in front of his desk.
“I need a personal, executive assistant.” He puts a special emphasis on personal.
“Oh no! I couldn’t do that. With our history, Harry would kill me.”
“Wait a minute now. At least hear what I’ve got to say.”
“I’m listening.”
“First of all, I think I can make it attractive enough so that Harry will accept it gracefully.”
“Like how attractive?”
“How about a salary that almost matches Harry’s, right away, to start? And instead of having to wait for the normal six months to be vested in a 401K and stock options, we’d waive that and begin that the day you start.”
“Why would you do all that for an inexperienced person in your business like me? You must have some ulterior motive.”
“No ulterior motive. I have faith in you that you can do the job, and since your old man has been such a loyal and long-time employee, I am sure you would also have the best interest of the company at heart. I don’t want to hire someone I don’t know, then find a month later they can’t do the job or can’t keep their mouth shut about our business and I have to let them go and start over. That wastes time and money. I’d rather go with what I believe I know and trust.”
“What does private mean?”
“Whatever I say it means, whenever.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me be honest with you Mrs. M.” He gets up and walks around to the front of the desk and sits on the edge of it in front of Joanna, talks to her in a confidential tone: “As you know I can be crude. I make remarks in private that can be construed as sexist and would not be tolerated by most people. That’s one of the things you would have to put up with. And I would expect more than just work related chores done. I would expect you to be in the office before me, and everything set up for my arrival, including fresh coffee. and sometimes you would have to work late. I promise I won’t over do it though. And I expect you to handle personal items for me, making reservations at hotels and restaurants, picking up my cleaning, etc. When I want to go someplace, even out of town, I would expect you to get the arrangements made and reservations made without question or without failure. I don’t want to hear they are all booked up or that no reservations are available. I expect you to get it done with no excuses. Also, you would have access to very private information, covering the business, but also my own private life. I would expect complete secrecy about all of it. I would require you sign an non-disclosure agreement. The penalty for breaking it would be very severe. I promise I won’t berate you or mistreat you like your previous boss, and I will give you all the praise and bonuses you deserve. All of that is why I am willing to pay so much. What do you think, can you handle all that?”
“Can I think about it?”
“No! I would like an answer now.”
“You make it tough.”
“Well, there’s one other thing. I’m gonna make it an even tougher decision. I don’t want you dressed like some housewife while you’re working for me.” He gets up and takes a checkbook out of a drawer. “I want you to go get a new wardrobe. How much do you think you need for that, would a thousand do it? You can go shopping tomorrow and I’ll expect you on Monday morning.”
“How do I tell Harry?”
“You’ll have to figure that out yourself. But I’ve given you enough ammunition to get it done, if you’re resourceful.”
He walks around to the front of the desk again, lays the check on the desktop in front of Joanna. “What do you say?” He reaches his hand out for Joanna to shake. “Do we have a deal?”
She stands and takes his hand. He holds on to it, doesn’t let it go. “Oh, about that wardrobe. I want it to be sexy. I want my people dressed in a way that I want them to look. So I want tight fitting blouses and short skirts, items that show off your assets. And you are not to call me Max, from now on, in public or private, you will call me Sir. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
With that, he pulls her to him and says, “A kiss to seal the deal?” and before she can reply his lips are on hers, his tongue is probing hers. She is again struck with the electric shock and feels herself going weak. But she manages to pull away and run out the door, leaving him standing there wondering what just happened. Now, did she accept or not?
Joanna takes five or six steps out the door, turns around and goes back in to the office grabs the check off the desk and runs back out the door. “See you Monday,” she yells behind her as she goes.
*
Now, how to get this by Harry: The universal way for a woman to get what she wants from a man–a martini, lingerie, and sex. She greets Harry at the door in see-through lingerie with a martini in each hand. Right away he knows something is amiss. “Okay,” he says, “what do you want or what have you done?”
“Why would you think that? Why can’t a loving wife, who has missed her sexy husband all day, just want to show him how much she loves him when he comes home from a hard day at the office? Why don’t you take your drink and follow me upstairs and let me make mad passionate love to you? I’ve been wanting it all day.”
“How can I refuse an offer like that? But I still think you’re after something.”
Afterwards, as they snuggle together, she tells him about the job. He pushes away. “No fucking way!” he shouts. “I can’t let you do that. I forbid it!”
“You can’t let me? You forbid it? I’m not your property nor am I your child. I hope you don’t mean that.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. But it would hurt me very deeply if you went to work with him.”
“Don’t you trust me, Harry?”
“I trust you just fine. It’s him I don’t trust.”
“Well, I’ve already accepted the job, Harry. But please don’t worry. I know how to handle him. In all our years of marriage don’t you think I’ve been hit on many times, sometimes very heavily, even by some of your close associates, and I’ve never been tempted,” she lies. “You know I love you, and you only, and I love our life together, and would never do anything to jeopardize that.”
“What’s he paying you?”
“Not that much, but it’ll keep me busy for a while so I don’t have to rattle around this empty house all day.”
What can he do but accept the situation as it is?
The next day she first goes to the bank and deposits the check Max gave her, opening a new account separate from their joint account. She’ll have to set up direct deposit at the job so Harry doesn’t find out how much she’s being paid, at least until tax time. She then goes shopping for a new wardrobe. She buys some tight-fitting blouses, a couple of short, tight-fitting skirts. On her way to the check-out counter, she notices an outfit on one of the mannequins that reminds her of the outfit that Connie wore that night. This is a tight-fitting, tan satin button-down-the-front blouse with matching satin, short skirt with a slit down the side. She wonders if she wears that with Harry one night if she will get the same reaction Connie got with him. She decides to get it. She also realizes she has to pay for some of this out of their joint account or Harry will wonder how she is able to purchase a new wardrobe without spending any money. She then heads over to Victoria’s Secret for some new underwear. When she gets back home, she leaves everything in the trunk of her car. Luckily Harry doesn’t ask to see any of it.
*
Monday morning she dresses as she normally would and goest in to Max’s office.
“You’re not dressed properly,” he tells her immediately upon seeing her.
“I know it, but I figured I would have to spend today filling out W-4s and employment contracts and that agreement you wanted, and getting acclimated to where everything is, so I thought this would be more appropriate. I will dress properly tomorrow, I promise.” And so it was.
Before she leaves Monday evening, Max gives her the key to his office so she can get in before he arrives. Tuesday, she gets up and showers and dresses as she normally would and leaves the house before Harry wakes. Since she is at the office before everyone, she changes clothes when she gets there. And she does this every morning from then on so that Harry would not see how she is dressed.
*
“Very nice,” Max sys when he sees her. “But you need to unbutton at least one more button.”
Which she does.
After that, and for the next three months, things go extremely smoothly. Max turns out to be the perfect boss. She turns out to be very good at what she does and Max complements her frequently, and is a gentleman the whole time. Though he does make some double entendre statements a few times, he never directly hits on her. And at home, Harry is becoming acclimated and accepting of her working there.
Joanna, though she can’t exactly put her finger on why, is finding herself a little upset that Max has quit trying to seduce her. Was she not attractive to him anymore? Or was the previous attention he had paid her merely some kind of game?
Then one afternoon when she gets back from lunch, she walks into Max’s office and finds Connie there sitting on Max’s lap with her blouse open and Max fondling and kissing her breasts. She suddenly feels a horrible pang of jealousy and turns and walks away and sits down at her desk outside Max’s office. A couple of minutes later Connie walks out buttoning up her blouse. She winks at Joanna and says, “I was just leaving anyway, sweetie. He’s all yours now.”
What’s she mean by that? that bitch, Joanna thinks.
When Max calls her into his office she is still visibly upset. But Max pretends not to notice and goes about business as if nothing at all happened.
The next morning when she dresses at the office, she puts on the outfit, the satin one she ostensibly was saving for Harry, leaves her bra in her desk. If that’s what he likes, she thinks, we’ll see how he likes this. And she keeps one extra button unbuttoned.
Max notices but doesn’t say anything. But she notices the pleasurable look on his face and smiles to herself. Ah, I still do have it. I bet he knows now what’s better than Connie’s. And she never puts the bra back on at the office again.
Harry doesn’t know how she is dressing upstairs on the 13th. He has been so busy at his new position it is hard to get away from his office. He has snuck up a couple of times to ask Joanna to lunch but she wasn’t there and Max’s door was closed. Some of the other employees, of course, have had occasion to see her up there, but they assume either that Harry knows about it and approves, or if he doesn’t know, they are afraid to inform him.
The following Monday, when Joanna is about to leave for the day, Max informs her he needs her to stay late for some unfinished business. Then, after everybody is gone, he calls her into his office. When she walks in he walks behind her and closes the door. “I’ve been thinking,” he says, “I need to make some changes in the dynamic around here, and I want it to begin immediately.” He walks up behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders so she can’t turn around to face him.
“What kind of changes?” she asks.
He reaches around her waist and pulls her to him so that her ass is pressed against his groin. He moves her hair off her shoulder and kisses her on the neck and then up to her ear and kisses her there and whispers: “Shh. Don’t talk. Just listen.” She is shaking, her palms are sweaty. “Imagine this scenario for a moment. I turn your around and kiss you passionately. I unbutton your blouse and drop it to the floor. I then caress each breast, slowly, and kiss each one, I run my tongue across your nipples. I continue to run my tongue down your body till I get to your navel.”
“Please stop, Max. We can’t do this.”
He reaches up to caress her breasts with one hand, the other reaches down and starts caressing her pussy. “I kiss you there while I undo your skirt and drop it to the floor, then drop your panties to the floor. You step out of them and spread your legs a little to allow me access to your pussy, which I begin to kiss and lick and suck. I then work my tongue back up your body, stopping to caress and kiss your breasts again, and again meet your lips with mine.”
“Don’t, Max, please don’t.” She feels light-headed. Her heart is beating so hard she can hear it.
“You then start undressing me. When you undo my pants and drop them to my ankles, you gently kiss my cock and lick it and take the head in your mouth for just a second. We move to the couch where I eat your pussy till you have two or three gigantic orgasms.”
“Don’t do this to me, Max, I’m happily married. I can’t.”
“And then I lay you down on the couch and I fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I know that’s what you want, Mrs. M, don’t you?”
“No I didn’t. I told you no from the very beginning.”
He continues to caress her pussy. He pulls her skirt up and moves his hand underneath her skirt, moves her panties aside, and gets access to her bare pussy. “I could have taken you anytime I wanted, and you know it. I suspected you would let me the very first time I kissed you and felt you in the car that day when you drove me home. I felt your reaction. Then at my apartment, I was sure of it. I could have fucked you right there in front of your old man if I pushed it, and you would have let me. You would have relished it. Admit it.”
“No, I would never have let that happen. I love my husband.”
“Maybe you do, but you want me. You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, Mrs. M?
“We can’t. Please don’t do this to me.”
He inserts his finger into her pussy and caresses her clit. She starts to cry.
“Sure we can, Mrs. M, just admit you want it. You know it’s going to happen. You won’t be able to quit thinking about it. Tomorrow or the day after you’re going to be in here begging me to fuck you–you know it. I could be eating your cunt right now.”
Her body suddenly shudders, she lets out a moan. She has an orgasm, a small one to be sure, but enough to let her know it’s over. She’s a goner, and she knows it.
“Yes, Max, I want it,” she almost whispers.
He turns her around, kisses her, unbuttons her blouse, drops it to the floor, moves to her breasts, then down to her belly, removes her skirt and panties, kisses her vagina. “Now undress me,” he tells her.
She undresses him, they move to the couch. He kisses her, then slowly moves down her body with his tongue. He inserts his tongue in her pussy and licks, finds her clit, pulls it between his lips and sucks and licks it. At first she lays passively, but as he continues to work his tongue on her she starts moving her hips, thrusting them into him, trying to fuck his face. This orgasm is powerful, but not as powerful as the second, because after the first Max doesn’t stop. Her third orgasm is a violent, screaming, writhing, head clutching, trying to pull his face insider her orgasm.
“Now fuck me, Max.”
“No, Mrs. M. It isn’t going to work that way. You have to beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say your cunt, your tits, your body, all of you, belong to me. Say it!”
“Please fuck me, Max, I beg you.”
“Tell me your cunt is mine. I want you to use the words, and I want to know that this isn’t just a done time thing. You are mine from now on.”
“Yes, Max, I belong to you. My cunt is yours. My tits are yours. All of me is yours for as long as you want me. Please don’t tease me anymore. Fuck me now, PLEASE!
After another mind-blowing orgasm, one even better than she had dreamed of and hoped for, they lie cuddled together on the couch, Joanna kissing Max, nibbling on his neck, more content than she ever remembers being, she comments, “Harry can never find out.”
“No, no, Mrs. M. Just the opposite. You are going to suck my cock and swallow my cum and I am going to fuck you; and he is going to watch. He is going to know you belong to me and he can’t do anything about it.”
“But that will end my marriage. I couldn’t take that. What would I do then? You aren’t going to marry me, I’m sure about that.”
“You’re probably worried about nothing. What if I can make him an offer he can’t refuse? Besides, he may not know it yet, but he may be one of those husbands who gets off watching their wives get it on with another man. And you might find it exciting and it turns you on to do it in front of him. And one other thing: you will call me Sir. I don’t want to hear you use my name again or you will have to be punished.”
*
The next week settled into a routine. Joanna gets to the office, changes clothes, makes coffee, sets everything up and waits for Max. When Max comes in, she gets on her knees, undoes his pants, and makes love to his cock, the way he taught her to do. At the end of the day, after everyone leaves, they fuck. They are like newlyweds. The more they fuck the more they want to fuck.
Harry is getting suspicious. Joanna doesn’t talk much to him lately, and they are not having sex. When he tries to talk to her about it, she tells him it’s just problems at work that she can’t talk about.
Thursday afternoon Max tells Joanna, “I don’t like this arrangement. It’s not enough. I want more personal time with you, not just in the office. I’ve got a business meeting in New York that’s going to last all next week. I want you to make reservations at one of the best hotels for Sunday through the next Sunday. Since it’s a business meeting we can’t be in the same room, so get adjoining rooms with a connecting door.”
“You want me to go with you?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. And, tomorrow pack a bag to last you for two days. Tomorrow night you’re coming home with me and spending the weekend with me till we leave. You can go home Sunday and pack for the next week in New York.”
“How am I going to tell Harry?”
“I’m going to handle that. Now do as you’re told.”
Friday afternoon Max tells Joanna, “Call your old man and have him come up to see me right away.”
When Harry arrives, Max gets up and locks the door with a key and puts the key in his pocket. Joanna is sitting on the couch in the satin outfit with the blouse unbuttoned all the way down to her navel. She has her legs crossed and the split skirt shows her whole thigh. Harry just stares. He is speechless.
“I want to explain our new dynamic,” Max says to Harry. “Her cunt, her tits, her whole body, all of her, is mine. And you, Old Man, are going to accept it. And you are going to accept it gracefully.”
“Like hell! I don’t believe it.”
“Tell him, Mrs. M.”
She didn’t think she would have the courage to do this, but she looks over at Harry pleadingly, “I love you Harry and I love our marriage, but I’ve given my cunt to Max.”
“Fuck this!” Harry yells, and jumps up and tries to open the door to leave. He stands with his hand on the doorknob and tells Max, “You might as well let me go. You can’t hold me here forever.”
“Sit down, old man, and listen a minute. I have a proposition for you. I have a business meeting in New York all next week, and Mrs. M is going with me. What’s more she won’t be going home to you tonight. She is going to spend the weekend at my place. And when we get back, and in the future, she will spend some time at my place instead of yours, and sometimes I may come over to your place to fuck her there. And at least once, you are going to watch while she sucks my cock and swallows my cum, and you are going to watch while I fuck her. I don’t care if you watch after that first time, you can or not, but you are going to watch at least once. And you are going to accept all this graciously.
“Mrs. M is in love with her marriage and she not only doesn’t want it to end, but she wants it to continue for all intents and purposes as it always has. So, if you accept these conditions, when we get back a week from Sunday, you will be made a vice president, we’ll move your office up to the 12th floor, you’ll be given a substantial raise and a company car and driver and an unlimited expense account.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You have a few options. First, you may decide to divorce her. If the divorce is amicable and you treat her nicely and fairly, you would be allowed to resign and you would receive a substantial severance package and glowing references for any future employer.
“Or you could choose to go along with the arrangement, but be a prick about it, and mistreat Mrs. M or belittle her or show the world that you are unhappy with her. Or you could choose to divorce her, but not be amicable and try to get everything you can and degrade her as much as you can. In that case, something might show up that would cause us to have to terminate you with cause. There would be no severance package. There would be no glowing references, in fact any inquiries to us would probably be very negative. It might be very hard for you to obtain gainful employment.
“I might also explain to you that I pay Mrs. M a substantial wage and she could easily afford to divorce you if she should so choose, or if you choose to divorce her, and she could live very comfortably without anything from you.”
“Ill go to Mrs. Browne and see what she thinks of all this.”
“You could do that. But let me remind you that I am her nephew. I know she thinks highly of you, but face it, Old Man, when push comes to shove, who’s side do you think she would fall on? Blood or no-blood?”
“I’ll take you to court and you’d have to prove any charges.”
“I’m sure people would show up to verify everything and records would appear to prove any allegations. Anyway, I’m through talking about it. Let’s get started now. Mrs. M, get undressed.”
Joanna stands up, undresses, stands there naked waiting for further orders from Max.
‘Now come over here, get on your knees and show you old man how you make love to my cock, like you know how to do so well.”
And Joanna obeys.
Harry screams: “Let me out of here, now! I don’t want to watch t his”
Max reaches in his pocket and throws the key on the floor in front of Harry while Joanna continues to lick his cock. “We expect an answer when we get back, Old Man. You got one week to choose which it will be.”
Harry stumbles with the lock but finally gets the door open and rushes out.
*
Harry goes directly to the bar across the street and orders a martini. In the past Harry has lost every battle he’s ever had with martinis, and three hours later, he is losing this one badly also, when in walks Connie. She sees him but chooses to sit at the other end of the bar. He staggers over to her. H’s slurring his words. “I gotta tell you sumpin. Your boyfren is sheatin on you. He’s acrosh the shtreet fucking my wife right now.”
“You’re drunk, Harry. Who’s this boyfriend who’s fucking your wife?”
“Why Max of coursh. How bout you n me have revenge shex?”
“Max isn’t my boyfriend, Harry, he’s just a friend. I really don’t care who he does or doesn’t fuck. I’m gay, Harry, so if I was interested in fucking anybody it would be Joanna, not Max. But I have a girlfriend and I’m meeting her here in a few minutes. Besides, you’re almost old enough to be my father. If I wasn’t gay, why would I want to fool with an old man like you? Especially when there was a young, virile, handsome man like Max around?
“Then what bout all those times you fallin’ all over me?”
“That was a favor for Max. He wanted see how Joanna would react, how much he could manipulate her when she was a little jealous and angry. I guess it worked pretty good, huh?”
“You’re a bitch and boff you are ash-oles.”
A young lady with a butch haircut and dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans walks up to Connie and kisses her on the cheek. “Hey sweetie, you ready to go?”
Connie rises from the stool and takes her arm. Then to Harry: “I may be both those things, Harry, but at least I’m not down here drowning myself in booze while my wife is upstairs being fucked by another man. Good luck cuck.” And she exits arm in arm with her girlfriend.
Harry sits there ordering more martinis until his head hits the bar and he’s asleep. The bartender has a special cab he calls in such instances. If the drunk customer can’t or won’t pay the fare, the bar covers it and worries about collecting from the patron later. The bartender and another customer carry Harry to the cab and send him home.
The sun shining brightly in his face wakes him the next morning. He is lying on the living room floor just inside the front door, which is open with the key in the lock. He is still in his suit and his head is throbbing. He takes a 30-minute shower, then goes to bed and sleeps all day and most of the night. When he rises the next morning he calls for an Uber to take him to pick up his car at his office. He doesn’t want to be at the house when Joanna comes to pack for her trip, so he drives up to Boulder to see his son. It is late and already dark when he gets back. There is a note on the counter:
My Dearest Harry,
I truly love you, I do. But I can’t help it, Harry, I have to do this. Please don’t leave me. I’ll see you in a week.
J.
He crumbles up the note and throws it on the floor. “Bitch!” he mumbles under his breath.
The next week is a wasted week at work. He is distracted and short-tempered with everyone. All he can think about is what he is going to do. He vacillates back and forth between his options, now thinking one is the right solution, then another, then another. It is Saturday before he definitely makes up his mind.
Once the decision is made, he feels like a load has been lifted off his chest. That evening he watches a comic movie and actually laughs through it. Sunday, he rises, makes himself breakfast, cleans the house, makes himself a bowl of popcorn and watches football and waits for Joanna to come home.
Now, before we discover what Harry’s decision is, let me ask you, Dear Reader, if you’re still with me, What would you do? If you had a week to ponder, what would you do?