Job interview - part 1

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, despite Lisa coming into your office on some pretext and dropping her pen, bending over and showing her ass to you again.

You smile, stand up and pat her gently. "Save it for later, Lisa."

At four-thirty you tell her to be ready to leave in ten minutes, shortly after you take the elevator down to the lobby, and the parking elevator to the underground lot. You lead her to your car, opening the door for her.

"A Boxster. Very nice," she purrs as she slides in to the passenger seat, her skirt riding up to show a fine expanse of tanned thighs. As you get in the car she looks at you coquettishly.

"Do I have to be on my best behavior?"

"Be yourself. That's why I offered you the job."

The drive home is no more than fifteen minutes. You park, help Lisa out of the car and walk her to your front door. She leans against you for a moment, her tongue licking your ear.

"Don't worry. Just teasing, I'll be very discreet about us," she whispers as you climb the few steps to the door.

You open the door and find your wife Laurel walking down the hall to greet you. She gives you a radiant smile, tossing her shoulder length honey blonde hair back as she rises on her toes to kiss you. She's wearing a clinging black cocktail dress and heels, and looks gorgeous as always.

"John you taste delicious as always," she says, stroking your cheek and stepping back to look at Lisa.

"And you must be Lisa, the one who just loves to be spanked," she says cheerily. "Oh don't be shocked, John told me all about it of course. You're not the first bitch he's bent over his desk and fucked. Hell, I wasn't the first bitch he bent over his desk and fucked." She gives Lisa a hug. "Don't worry dear, I couldn't care less how many bitches he has, as long as I stay Top Bitch. Now come along, lets have some drinks and we can talk about the party and what you can do for us." With a smile she takes Lisa's hand and leads her into the living room. The young woman stares back at you as she's led away, a expression of stunned surprise on her face. Grinning, you follow them.