Happy Anniversary
Being his secretary, means I get to know my boss in ways that few other people do. Iām the woman who organises his life, who knows his whereabouts, his ins and outs, schedules his meetings, celebrates with him when he strikes a deal, consoles him with a tender hand on the shoulder when he misses out, the woman he confides in about his wife, his family, his hopes and aspirations.
Iām also the woman he fucks.
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āAre we ok Catherine?ā he asks, as he starts clearing his desk of the papers at the end of his day.
āYesā I lie.
āOnly youāve been giving me the cold shoulder treatment all afternoonā¦ā
I donāt answer, merely shrug.
āJesus, Catherine. You know I canāt get out of this. Iām married to her. Celebrating your anniversary is what married couples doā¦ā
Whilst Iām fully aware of that, Iāve surprised myself this afternoon, by how taken Iāve been by the green eyed monster, Iād never admit it to John, but I surprised myself today even, when I felt a twinge of jealousy, as I heard him making arrangements to take his wife out for a meal that evening at the swankiest restaurant in town, and the realisation that if ever there was a night when the frigid cow would open her legs for him, itād be tonight.
āItās the thought of you, with her, thatās getting meā¦ā I say, as I walk over to his desk, and move behind the back of his big leather chair. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I move them either side of his head and down his shirt, caressing his chest, before moving down towards his midriff. As I do, I nuzzle into his head, and gently nibble at his ear lobe.
āBut Iām gonna be late, Catherine. You know I canāt be late ā not tonight.ā He protests.
āAre you turning me down, John?ā
āNo, Iām not turning you down Catherine. You know Iād never do that, but itās my Wedding Anniversary and Iāve a meal booked for 7ā¦Canāt we just postpone this until tomorrowā¦ā he suggests, as he makes to shrug my hands off of his shoulders and swivels his chair away from me...
āDonāt turn your back on me, John. You know thatās not a wise thing to doā¦ā
āFucking hell, Catherine! You're such a bitch!ā he says, but a smile comes over his face and I move round and fall to my knees between his legs.
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And now Iām looking up at him, and his eyes are closed, but thereās a smile on his face, as his hands run through my spikes blonde hair and I know heās in my complete control. Heās mine.
With just the addition of the delicate touch of my hand on his balls, I could have him cumming in my mouth in an instant, but thatās not what I want, not today.
It was me that instigated our initial affair, when I offer to suck his cock the first night we spent away together at an overnight conference in Bath, and heās been at my beck and call ever since. And it was me who planned todayās little love scene in the office all along, in part by giving him the cold shoulder most of the afternoon, but also by removing my bra at lunchtime, so he had the afternoon to stare at my little pink nipples through my crisp white blouse.
Iād never admit it to John, but I surprised myself today even, when I felt a twinge of jealousy, as I heard him making arrangements to take his wife out for a meal that evening at the swankiest restaurant in town, and the realisation that if ever there was a night when the frigid cow would open her legs for him, itād be tonight.
So I thought Iād help make their 18th Anniversary, or whichever meaningless year it is, a little more memorableā¦
And so here we are now. Me bent over and legs apart, leaning on his desk, as John takes me roughly from behind. And as he does, all the while Iām looking at the photo of his frigid cow of a wife, Patricia, smiling back at me on the desk.
Sorry, love, you wouldnāt be smiling if you could see us now. If you knew what I do to your husband routinely and whenever I get the urgeā¦What your ādevotedā husband does to me, whenever I click my fingers or show him a glimpse of my thighā¦
And I know sheās jealous of me. I could tell the first time I spoke to her, on one of her many calls to Johnās office for any number of trivial matters. She certainly didnāt like it the first time I asked her did she mind telling me what the callās about, as Johnās very busy right nowā¦Stuck up cow!
I try to keep my eyes averted from the other photo on the desk, the one where theyāre playing happy families, with his son and daughter in tow. Iāve met both his kids on separate occasions, and have to admit, I do feel a twinge of guilt for them. However, only a tingeā¦
Instead though I focus on the matter in hand, or rather the fat cock in my little French cunt. I want to feel his thick cock pounding me, want to feel his hands all over my body, wanting me, needing me, needing me more than he ever needed his wife.
And Iām encouraging him, Iām telling him to take me, to fuck me, to fuck me harder, treat me like your whore, fuck me like youād never fuck your wife, John.
And he needs little encouragement. Heās pounding me now, making the thick old mahogany desk creak, making the photo of his cow wobble, though I donāt want it to fall, I want her to āwitnessā our own tender little anniversary scene.
And Iāve fucked him often enough now to know when weāre in the home straight. His breathing gets all short and urgent and sometimes, like now, he canāt help but utter little words and sentiments to me ā and not always nice, either!
And so, heās telling me Iām āhis little French whoreā, and that Iām a ādirty bitchā and that Iām ācock madā ā and itās probably all true! And I like him to feel that heās using me, that Iām his plaything, when in reality, all along, itās always been the other way round. Heās the one at my beck and call, and while ever I want it, itāll always be that wayā¦
And as he climaxes and groans, I feel the weight of his body collapse against me, forcing me face down on the the desk. As he halts his rhythmic thrusts and begins to cum, my left hand instinctively grabs his, and I make a point of fingering his wedding ring, smiling one last time at his poor sap of a wife in the frame, no doubt getting ready for their anniversary meal as her husband gasps in my left ear and his cock empties his love juices inside meā¦
Heās yours, but in name onlyā¦I grin to myself, as the cheating bastard lays on top of me. Whilst sheās making herself presentable and deliberating over which frumpy dress to wear for their special anniversary meal, her husband - cock still rigid in my snatch - is kissing and nuzzling my ear lobe, telling me Iām beautiful, telling me Iām his special one, telling me he loves me, telling me what he knows I want to hear in this momentā¦
As we clean ourselves up and make ourselves look respectable again, I go to kiss John lightly on the lips.
āHappy anniversaryā, I say, knowing his wife wonāt be able to eclipse that, whatever she does for him tonight
Iām also the woman he fucks.
āāāāāāāāāā
āAre we ok Catherine?ā he asks, as he starts clearing his desk of the papers at the end of his day.
āYesā I lie.
āOnly youāve been giving me the cold shoulder treatment all afternoonā¦ā
I donāt answer, merely shrug.
āJesus, Catherine. You know I canāt get out of this. Iām married to her. Celebrating your anniversary is what married couples doā¦ā
Whilst Iām fully aware of that, Iāve surprised myself this afternoon, by how taken Iāve been by the green eyed monster, Iād never admit it to John, but I surprised myself today even, when I felt a twinge of jealousy, as I heard him making arrangements to take his wife out for a meal that evening at the swankiest restaurant in town, and the realisation that if ever there was a night when the frigid cow would open her legs for him, itād be tonight.
āItās the thought of you, with her, thatās getting meā¦ā I say, as I walk over to his desk, and move behind the back of his big leather chair. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I move them either side of his head and down his shirt, caressing his chest, before moving down towards his midriff. As I do, I nuzzle into his head, and gently nibble at his ear lobe.
āBut Iām gonna be late, Catherine. You know I canāt be late ā not tonight.ā He protests.
āAre you turning me down, John?ā
āNo, Iām not turning you down Catherine. You know Iād never do that, but itās my Wedding Anniversary and Iāve a meal booked for 7ā¦Canāt we just postpone this until tomorrowā¦ā he suggests, as he makes to shrug my hands off of his shoulders and swivels his chair away from me...
āDonāt turn your back on me, John. You know thatās not a wise thing to doā¦ā
āFucking hell, Catherine! You're such a bitch!ā he says, but a smile comes over his face and I move round and fall to my knees between his legs.
āāāāāā
And now Iām looking up at him, and his eyes are closed, but thereās a smile on his face, as his hands run through my spikes blonde hair and I know heās in my complete control. Heās mine.
With just the addition of the delicate touch of my hand on his balls, I could have him cumming in my mouth in an instant, but thatās not what I want, not today.
It was me that instigated our initial affair, when I offer to suck his cock the first night we spent away together at an overnight conference in Bath, and heās been at my beck and call ever since. And it was me who planned todayās little love scene in the office all along, in part by giving him the cold shoulder most of the afternoon, but also by removing my bra at lunchtime, so he had the afternoon to stare at my little pink nipples through my crisp white blouse.
Iād never admit it to John, but I surprised myself today even, when I felt a twinge of jealousy, as I heard him making arrangements to take his wife out for a meal that evening at the swankiest restaurant in town, and the realisation that if ever there was a night when the frigid cow would open her legs for him, itād be tonight.
So I thought Iād help make their 18th Anniversary, or whichever meaningless year it is, a little more memorableā¦
And so here we are now. Me bent over and legs apart, leaning on his desk, as John takes me roughly from behind. And as he does, all the while Iām looking at the photo of his frigid cow of a wife, Patricia, smiling back at me on the desk.
Sorry, love, you wouldnāt be smiling if you could see us now. If you knew what I do to your husband routinely and whenever I get the urgeā¦What your ādevotedā husband does to me, whenever I click my fingers or show him a glimpse of my thighā¦
And I know sheās jealous of me. I could tell the first time I spoke to her, on one of her many calls to Johnās office for any number of trivial matters. She certainly didnāt like it the first time I asked her did she mind telling me what the callās about, as Johnās very busy right nowā¦Stuck up cow!
I try to keep my eyes averted from the other photo on the desk, the one where theyāre playing happy families, with his son and daughter in tow. Iāve met both his kids on separate occasions, and have to admit, I do feel a twinge of guilt for them. However, only a tingeā¦
Instead though I focus on the matter in hand, or rather the fat cock in my little French cunt. I want to feel his thick cock pounding me, want to feel his hands all over my body, wanting me, needing me, needing me more than he ever needed his wife.
And Iām encouraging him, Iām telling him to take me, to fuck me, to fuck me harder, treat me like your whore, fuck me like youād never fuck your wife, John.
And he needs little encouragement. Heās pounding me now, making the thick old mahogany desk creak, making the photo of his cow wobble, though I donāt want it to fall, I want her to āwitnessā our own tender little anniversary scene.
And Iāve fucked him often enough now to know when weāre in the home straight. His breathing gets all short and urgent and sometimes, like now, he canāt help but utter little words and sentiments to me ā and not always nice, either!
And so, heās telling me Iām āhis little French whoreā, and that Iām a ādirty bitchā and that Iām ācock madā ā and itās probably all true! And I like him to feel that heās using me, that Iām his plaything, when in reality, all along, itās always been the other way round. Heās the one at my beck and call, and while ever I want it, itāll always be that wayā¦
And as he climaxes and groans, I feel the weight of his body collapse against me, forcing me face down on the the desk. As he halts his rhythmic thrusts and begins to cum, my left hand instinctively grabs his, and I make a point of fingering his wedding ring, smiling one last time at his poor sap of a wife in the frame, no doubt getting ready for their anniversary meal as her husband gasps in my left ear and his cock empties his love juices inside meā¦
Heās yours, but in name onlyā¦I grin to myself, as the cheating bastard lays on top of me. Whilst sheās making herself presentable and deliberating over which frumpy dress to wear for their special anniversary meal, her husband - cock still rigid in my snatch - is kissing and nuzzling my ear lobe, telling me Iām beautiful, telling me Iām his special one, telling me he loves me, telling me what he knows I want to hear in this momentā¦
As we clean ourselves up and make ourselves look respectable again, I go to kiss John lightly on the lips.
āHappy anniversaryā, I say, knowing his wife wonāt be able to eclipse that, whatever she does for him tonight
7 months ago