A Very Convincing Blowjob

When Cindy first met her husband Michael, ten years ago using a dating app, she discovered that the way to a man’s heart was not, despite the age old adage. No, Cindy learned very quickly if you wanted to get a man to love you and, more importantly, do what you want, you’ve got to get on your knees. Not to beg, of course, far from it. No l, what Cindy learned is that a blowjob, a good blowjob, the key to the locked door of everything she wanted in life.

And now there she was, minding her own business at work, and in walked everything she wanted in life.

Not forever, of course. No, she didn’t want to spend every minute of every day with this young man in yoga pants. Her desire was purely situational. She could see very plainly the importance of the task he was working on, spending a day as the woman of the house, as Brittany. And right then, that was to Cindy, the most important thing to do.

And he was not doing a great job at it.

Yes, he was dressing the part. But no makeup? No bra? He didn’t even seem to be enjoying shopping! While he might not know it, he desperately needed Cindy’s help.

“Sweetie,” she said slowly, “I know what you need to do to accomplish your task. You’re not going to be able to do it without my help. If you’re not going to work with me, if you’re going to shirk your responsibility, then I’m going to have to convince you.”

And on the word “convince”, Cindy reached out with her free hand and began to rub the obvious bulge in Brittany’s pink yoga pants.

The young man tried to pull away, but she held tightly to his wrist with her other hand.

“Come on,” she whined, “I just want to help. If you let me shop with you, shop for you, help you get it right, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

He studied her for a minute. Then, “What exactly do you mean ‘worth your while?’”

Cindy didn’t wait for another cue. She leaned forward and locked lips with Brittany, and for the first time since she was married she kissed someone who wasn’t her husband. Not that it mattered. Nor did it matter that she had stopped holding Brittany’s bulge, but had instead slipped her hand inside the pink yoga pants and had grabbed the source of that bulge. What mattered was that Cindy was going to convince this young man to do a bette job, to focus on his task, to accomplish what he needed to do.

It was the only thing that mattered.

After about a minute of passionate kissing, Cindy’s lips left Brittany’s, but her hand remained in the yoga pants, gently gripping the now rock-hard erection.

“How’s that for a down payment,” she breathed in her most seductive voice, “if you let me help you, if you do what I say will make you successful, you’ll get that and more. And just so you know, if you liked that kiss, imagine how good my lips feel other places.”

Brittany-for-the-day looked at her, dumbfounded momentarily, then said…