It all started when a new boss was transferred from the head offices in San
Diego to the branch office where my wife Gina works. About a week after he
arrived Gina began coming home and telling me about her new boss, a rather
stately gentleman in his early sixties, and about his noticeable interest in her
body. It wasn't surprising to me that a man would take such an interest in her.
After all my twenty-six year old, five foot nine, auburn haired wife is quite
attractive to say the least. She regularly works out at a fitness club, keeping
her 36-24-35 figure in firm and fabulous shape, and her weight down around 124.
Although she has an extremely attractive body, she did nothing to draw attention
to it during workday hours. As a matter of fact, Gina was always adamant about
wearing very 'businesslike' clothes to work. Although I would have loved to see
her in something sexier than her grey or blue business suits as she went off to
work, she made up for it in the evenings or weekends when she wore her sexy
outfits for my pleasure, and believe me, its a pleasure. Then one day, after
telling me how Mr. Drake sat behind his big mahogany desk, undressing her with
his eyes as she bent over a file cabinet reorganizing his files most of the
afternoon, all of that began to change. I can't tell you how stiff and aching my
cock became as she described how he constantly watched her ass and hips sway
when she walked, how he seemed to always to be glancing down at her long legs
when she sat in his office taking dictation, or his staring at her firm breasts
each time she leaned across his big desk to hand him mail or a file folder. Of
course she didn't know then that I often fantasized about her teasing and
exciting other men - teasing, exciting, and much more! As I watched and listened
to her recount her new boss's actions I began to suspect from the way she talked
about it that she too was turned-on by the whole thing; particularly by the
newly discovered power she had over a man more than twice her age who wielded a
good bit of authority and power within the company. When she finished talking,
visibly flushed with excitement, I brought up the subject of her office attire.
I mentioned that with a guy like old Mr.. Drake it was very possible that pay
raises were in store if she only played along with his attraction for her sexy
young body. Hearing that she began to openly show interest in dressing more
provocatively. I told her it might be worth trying it out and seeing where it
went - on the condition she gave me a detailed account of what happened. With a
naughty smile spreading across her pretty lips, she agreed it was worth a shot.
The subject of what she should wear arose and we agreed on a snug-fitting red,
knit dress with a low-cut neckline that I had bought her. I then suggested she
also wear her lacy red push-up bra, black sheer stockings and her black-patent
spiked pumps, as a sort of "icing on the cake". The next day when Gina walked
into Mr.. Drake's office to give him his mail, she said his eyes nearly popped
out of his head. Immediately he invited her to lunch. She, of course, agreed. At
lunch, after a few martinis, the old guy made a pass at her. He was telling her
about his days at Yale when he slid one hand under the table and placed it on
her knee. Feeling both shock and excitement, Gina quickly brushed his hand away.
Their lunch ended shortly after that. That evening when she told me about it she
was clearly frightened I would be mad; but much to her surprise I wasn't. After
she told me all the details of her sexy new look's affect on her boss, I was
hornier than a sixteen year old school boy whom just seen his first porn film.
When I told her that, she also admitted the whole event made her horny too. We
must have fucked for a good two hours after that, starting out in the dining
room on top of the table, working our way to the floor, across the carpet into
the living room, and ending up in a tired but satisfied heap on the sofa. A
trail of clothing marked our progress from the table to the sofa. As we lay in
the living room, relaxing in the afterglow, I told her about my fantasies of her
teasing and exciting other men, and how I wanted to watch. She admitted the
whole thing got her awfully hot. I suggested she wear something a little sexier
the next day, and give old Mr.. Drake a good tease before taking things too much
further. I was sure he would ask her to lunch again and make another pass. I
told her, "Since Mr.. Drake has never met me, it would be quite easy for me to
come to the restaurant and watch my sexy little wife in action. You could phone
me when you arrive at the restaurant and I'll rush right over." Gina loved the
idea. Upon agreeing to the plan, she unwrapped her long legs from mine and slid
down the couch, taking my rapidly rising prick into her hot wet mouth, making it
ready for another round of good fucking before the night was over. The next
morning I lay back in bed and watched as she put on one of the outfits that she
sometimes wore when we went out and she wanted to get me HOTTER than hell.
First, standing with her back to me, Gina slipped on a pair of lacy black
thong-style panties, looking over her shoulder at me as she pulled the panty
snuggly up between her sweet cheeks. Next, now facing me, she put on a matching
black push-up bra, taking care to slowly adjust each cup and give her pert
little nipples a pinch. After hat she pulled on a thin strapped red garter belt.
A pair of sheer charcoal thigh-high stockings came next, clasping them tautly
into place with the garter. Gina stepped into a pair of red four-inch stiletto
pumps that accented the curves in her long legs and made her great looking ass
jut out even more as she walked to the closet to pick out the rest of her outfit
for the day. She chose a short black skirt and wiggled into it. After that she
put on a red silk blouse, leaving it unbuttoned at the top just enough to
show-off some lacy bra and cleavage. She finished off her outfit with a red
belt. Gina stood in front of the full length mirror adjusting her outfit and and
fluffing her auburn mane. She was one hot sight to behold! Gina smiled when she
turned and looked at me admiring her. She couldn't help but notice my cock
standing stiff and straight up beneath the bed covers. With a pouty smile she
asked in a voice of feigned innocence if I thought she might get a similar
reaction from Mr.. Drake. I laughed and told her that if she didn't Mr.. Drake
must have either gone gay or become a eunuch over night. With that she leaned
down and lightly kissed the tip of my cock through the sheet, telling me to keep
it that way for her until she got home this evening, then went off to work. As
I'd expected, her boss took her to lunch again; this time to a rather dimly lit,
expensive restaurant not far from their office. As soon as they arrived Gina
excused herself and went to a pay phone and called me. You can bet I rushed
right over. The place was pretty empty and the hostess told me I could sit where
ever I liked. I spotted a booth across the room from where Gina and her boss
sat. I sat in a position slightly to one side of Mr.. Drake since I knew he
wouldn't be able to easily see me watching. Gina spotted me the moment I walked
into the room and winked. Mr.. Drake talked animatedly, gulping down a double
martini and ordering a second. As we both expected, after a couple of drinks he
made another pass. But unlike the day before, Gina let his hand remain on her
knee. After a few minutes, he began to slowly slide his hand up her smooth,
nylon clad thigh to the edge of her short skirt. From where I sat I could easily
see all this. Gina pretended not to notice Mr.. Drake's exploring hand but
continued chatting with him as his fingers caressed her thigh, working their way
beneath her skirt. At that point he began talking about how he'd obtained her
records from the personnel department and was very impressed. As his hand crept
higher he talked of possible bonuses based on her outstanding service and
loyalty to the company. Gina simply smiled and nodded, sipping her glass of
wine. When the old guy discovered that Gina was wearing stockings and a garter
his breathing stopped momentarily and his eyes lighted up. "Tell me Mrs.
Robbins," he managed to say through his rapidly rising excitement, "have you
ever received any special bonuses in your three years with the firm?" Gina,
looking wide-eyed and innocent, answered, "Why no, Mr.. Drake. I didn't know the
firm provided such a thing." Gina told me later that as he told her this he kept
running his fingers from her smooth nylons to her soft bare thigh-flesh above
the stockings, across the garter strap and then back to the stocking. "Yes
indeed, Mrs. Robbins. And I do believe a bonus is very much in order for you ...
particularly in the light of your, uhmmm, outstanding service to the firm, " he
declared excitedly. I could easily hear his words from where I sat. When his
hand wandered further up the silky, soft inside of her thigh, she obligingly
opened her legs slightly. She told me that she was a little afraid the old guy
might have a heart attack, judging from the way his breathing rapidly changed
and beads of sweat formed on his face. When his finger tips brushed her now
swollen pussy lips through the thin black panties, she excused herself saying
she needed to visit the ladies' room. As she passed my table she blew me a kiss
and motioned for me to meet her near the restrooms. After about a minute I went
back to the restrooms. Gina was standing pretending to talk on the pay phone
near the women's room. When I stepped up she didn't say anything but grabbed my
hand and pulled me into the women's restroom, locking the door behind us. All
she said was something about "this is getting me hornier than shit" as she hiked
her tight little skirt up as far as she could get it and perched herself on the
edge of the wash basin counter, pulling me towards her. To my surprise she'd
already removed her panties. I unsnapped and unzipped my pants, pulling them and
my underwear down around my knees. Her and Mr.. Drake's escapades had me horny
too. My cock was hard and ready for action. I pressed my cock head against her
cunt lips, rubbing it up and down the length of her little love muffin. Her cunt
lips were swollen, hot and wet. I began to slowly push my knob between the lips
when I felt her long, nylon encased legs wrap around my hips and pull me deep
into her. It wasn't more than a dozen thrusts and she was cumming, her cunt
muscles squeezing and milking my rod, rapidly bringing me to orgasm. "God, I
needed that bad," she breathed as I pulled out of her and began pulling up my
pants. She slid off the counter and began straightening her clothes and
arranging her hair. "I'd better get back out there," she said, giving me a quick
kiss and reaching for the door, "I'll see you this evening." "Hey," I said,
"what became of your panties?" "Oh," she giggled, "I took them off before you
showed up. They're in my purse." With that she gave me another kiss and rushed
out to meet her boss. By the time I crept out of the ladies' room Gina and her
boss were getting up from their table and leaving. When they got back to work,
Mr.. Drake rushed into his office, appearing a bit upset that things didn't go
exactly as he had expected. Gina, now feeling very much in control of the
situation, took a file folder, opened it and carefully spread the panties from
her purse, into the file. She closed the file and carried it, along with a stack
of other files into Mr.. Drake's office. She laid the panty file, on top of two
or three other legitimate files, in front of her boss and told him he needed to
review this before the day was over. With that she turned and walked to the far
side of the room where the file cabinets stood. Gina told me she could feel his
eyes on her curvaceous yet firm ass as she strutted across the room. She
pretended to be looking through one of the file drawers as she kept an eye on
Mr.. Drake, waiting to see his reaction to receiving her sweetly scented
panties. Although it took him a few minutes to get around to the stack of files,
when he reached over and opened the top file, Gina told me she thought he was
going to drool on himself. First he fingered the satiny garment, then looked
over at Gina who was flipping through the file drawer. She simply gave him a
polite smile and then, as he still looked on, she closed the top drawer, and
turned her back to him. Next she VERY slowly bent over from the waist, opening
the bottom-most drawer. As planned, her short tight skirt rose up her thighs,
past her charcoal stocking tops, and revealing her now bare ass - providing the
horny old guy with a delicious view of her pussy as it pouted out at him from
between the tops of her smooth thighs. Then, with a deliberately teasing
slowness that made her boss groan, she stood upright, took a few files from the
top of the cabinet and bent over again, placing file folders into the open
drawer. She told me she took a good forty-five minutes to do a job that normally
took less than ten. And the boss didn't once complain! After she'd finished "the
filing", Mr.. Drake asked her if what she thought of earning a $200 bonus on
this week's paycheck, particularly since it was payday. By then Gina was hot
again. With the offer of a "bonus" and a stiff prick to cool her desire, she
couldn't resist the offer. She walked over, pulled her tight skirt up as far as
she could, and crawled on top of his desk in front of him; her long legs
dangling on each side of him as he sat in his chair looking into her dripping,
hot cunt. Gina said he wasted little time, but dropped his trousers and shorts
down around his ankles and shoved his massive prick into her hungry snatch.
Given all the teasing she gave him, it didn't take him long to shoot his big,
sticky wad. Once he came Gina made him lick her drenched pussy clean and suck
her clit until she orgasms. Eventually, tight minis and short dresses were all
that Gina wore to work. Gina, realizing the position she was now in to wield a
little power of her own, went from a $5 an hour clerical staff to a $19 per hour
executive secretary, with weekly bonuses! Needless to say, our standard of
living increased immensely. The old guy even started buying her special outfits
he kept at the office for her to wear during work hours! Mr.. Drake was now
fucking her sometimes three of four times a week (usually on top of his big old
mahogany desk). And of course, as a part of the deal Gina negotiated, I would
usually come in and watch. As a matter of fact, a storage room adjacent to
Drake's office was equipped with a special mirror in the wall and a big
comfortable chair so I could easily watch the two of them without being
intrusive. Gina is now enjoying her power, Mr.. Drake his sexy secretary, and me
my fantasies being fulfilled. Isn't life sweet!
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