Submission

As I sat in my office a few minutes later, I had to admit to myself that there was something to what Jodi had said. I had been been the alpha, the top dog, for my entire life. From high school, through college and even into my first job after graduation, I had been **** to exert my dominance over everyone around me in order to win scholarships and then to climb the corporate ladder.

I had made up plenty of excuses as to why my quick accension had plateaued, but maybe she was right. I had finally lost my edge and gotten tired of always having to fight for control. I had needed someone to put me in my place and put me back on the right path. Somehow this young, sexy little redhead had seen that and taken care of it.

As a married man, I knew I should feel guilty about what we were doing, but I told myself that technically it was not cheating. We weren't having sex. We hadn't even ever touched each other. Okay, yes, I was sniffing the crotch and ass of her panties and we were watching each other masterbate, but that wasn't much worse than porn, right?

In trade, Kimberly was getting the best sex of her life, so that was something. My wife had no idea that my increased sex drive was caused by my dominant teenage Secretary, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Sitting alone behind my desk, I made the decision to fully commit to whatever this was that Jodi and I had going on. If submitting to this young, attractive girl actually improved both my work and personal life the so be it. I told myself that it was all for the career advancement, but I really knew better. Jodi had owned me from the moment I'd laid eyes on her, and now perhaps she always would.

From that day on, everything was back on track. I regained my killer instinct for business and the satellite officer's numbers rose to record highs. My mistress became my Mistress, at least during working hours, and my wife became the happiest wife in our suburban neighborhood, getting laid regularly. She embraced her new role as my submissive wife, and I totally understood why.

We were three months into this new way of doing things when I realized, Kimberly and I had been fucking our brains out for three months without a pause. Three months of morning and bedtime sex, with an occasional afternoon roll in the hay thrown in. Three months with no period. That's how I learned that my third child was on the way.