Secretary - Love and Marriage

You laze on your couch in you favourite gown – sheer, white, transparent, letting you act like you’re dressed in case someone visits unexpectedly while revealing everything to them.

You read an erotic story on your favourite website, CHYOA, about an 18 year old influencer's first time in free use world. It’s a little tacky, the humour a bit on the nose, but the author know how to write a wide variety of hot sex scenes. And you had to look up if they’re a man or woman. You like it when male writers can think themselves into female protagonists and persuade you they know what they're writing about. He seems like he'd appreciate getting the chance to change sides you had. Who know, maybe he did. You've been wondering a lot over the last year if you’ve been the only person ever to be cursed like you were or if there are others out there.

You’ve come to enjoy reading smut since you're a woman - as a man you never read much anyway, let alone porn. Why would you when you can have pictures and films? Your female mind enjoys its own fantasies a lot more. And it enjoys romance as well, the story arch in which the influencer actually falls in love with an older man is your favourite part. Reminds you of real life. You can imagine Alexander could have too, if he had let go of his ego, but of course, he was to “manly” for that. You sigh. You were such an idiot.

You’re hands are both on your phone, you enjoy the tingles the sex scenes give you, but you don't masturbate to them. Another thing you've really learned to enjoy over the last year. Patience. Anticipation. Savouring pleasure. You missed So many things by wanking off in record times whenever your cock got hard as man.

The door opens and your beloved husband returns home from his daily toils at the office. You had offered to stay his secretary when he proposed to you the day after his divorce was settled. He refused outright. No wife of his would have to work for a day. You kissed him and let him full his role as protector and head of the house. As you fulfilled yours as a trophy wife, pampered and loved.

He comes to the couch and sits next to you, wordlessly kisses you, gently, but impatiently. His love language is definitely physical touch. You let your hand wander down and welcome his cock through his pants.

“How was your day, daddy?”

You put down your phone and slip down the couch onto your knees - it has become a comforting ritual to welcome him this way while he recalls his day at the office. You free his cock and kiss the head.

“Quite stressful. Eventually a good one, though. The Canadian deal almost fell through…”

You look up to him.

“Really? Weren't you dealing with that nice lesbian VP of Purchase I once helped you made that other business with?"

He nods.

“She seemed so accommodating.”

"Well, to you she was, honey. That's because you made her cum twice before we even got passed the small talk."

You grin and kiss his cock.

“She had a really nice juicy pussy. But doesn't your new girl support you with that?”

"Well. She tried. But she’s young. And quite inexperienced, especially with women...”

“I told you you should have hired someone more experienced.”

“I could never find any one to replace your skills an way . She’s pretty and REALLY eager to do her job, I thought that would make up for it… but the clients keep asking for you, baby. Thank Goodness the Canadian is so forthcoming, she was actually satisfied with masturbating while just watching my my secretary do the same to seal the deal. And she told me afterwards she was imaging you."

You suck his cook and make a confirming noise. You hear the compliment and appreciate it. Smack your lips.

“Thank Goodness. But the new girl DOES satisfy you, right? I’d hate it if you were actually frustrated all day!”

“Well..”

You can read you husband like a book.

“Oh, Daddy, no. What's wrong with her?"

"She's eager. And she knows her way around cock better than pussy, but.... Well. She’s just not you…”

You kiss his cock again. He smiles down at you. You still see the gratitude in his eyes whenever you talk about his extramarital love life. He had actually honestly offered to not use your successor as his PA sexually but you just wiped it away laughing.

“I’m not your ex wife, I’m not jealous. I knew what you do to your employees from my very own experience when I married you. I don't mind. I love you like crazy and I know you do too!”

And thus your open marriage was implemented. Not just for him, but on equal grounds. You enjoy the same freedom he does - as long as you're honest and tell each other everything you experienced no one - no one, cock or pussy - can come between your love.

“Thank you. She doesn't have to be ME, but you pay her well, she needs to be good at what she does. Maybe…”

“Mh?"

“Maybe I could teach her a thing or two?”

His eyes widen and she beams down at you.

“Would you? Maybe that thing you do with your finger when you…”

You giggle.

“No! I know how much you love that, but that's my special move. A woman needs her secrets.”

The particular secret about that move being that you assumed he’d like it because you loved it the one time a woman tried it on you to get your limp dick up when you were a man. A drunk man. You never did it again, never dared to ask a woman for it, as it made you feel “unmanly”. And deep inside you always regretted being such an idiot to miss out. Now you enjoy his reaction, every time you do it. As a proxy for old Alexander, so to speak.

“But everything else I know I could…”

“That's great! How about you join me at the office tomorrow and…”

“The cleaning lady and the gardener are coming tomorrow. I can't leave them alone in the house."

He scoffs.

"Of course you can, they're as trustworthy as can be. You just love to parade around naked in front of them too much!"

“That too. Everyone needs a hobby, after all. And I think I’ll try a little more than just showing off, tomorrow, I'm pretty sure they're ripe for a threesome...”

“You do know they’re siblings, right?”

“Which is a point high on my bucket list, as you very well know. They don't have to to anything with each other. Unless they want to. I'm enough for both”

“You sure are. “

He grins.

“As for your girl… the day after tomorrow is Friday, She'll probably not be too eager to get lessons. Tell you what, I'll join you on Monday and we teach her together what you like. And what the clients like.”

He smiles, pulls yon up and kisses you.

“I don't know what I’d do without you. I love you so much."

”I love you, too, darling!”

“So – how was your day?”

You smile - the ritual continues, he slides down between your legs and kisses your pussy as you tell him.

“The new set of lingerie I ordered arrived."

“Mmmh…”

He moans into your pussy.

"Can't wait to see you in it. Did you tip the delivery man?”

“Do you have to ask?”

You grin. A blowjob for a package. You're nothing if not a generous tipper and a very popular destination among the delivery services.

“And your daughter's boyfriend came by around after noon, looking for her.”

He looks up to you

“Is the boy so lovesick that the forgot she’s at college since this summer and only comes home for the weekends?"

You giggle.

“He’s a high school senior, every second he can't spend with his college girlfriend or show off with her makes him stir crazy. But... oh, come on, you know what he's REALLY missing since she no longer lives here."

He chuckles.

“His girlfriend's hot stepmom, parading around practically naked whenever he visits her. Did you finally make a move?”

You smile. You sure Love how supportive your husband is. He knows you've been eyeing his daughter's boyfriend since he turned 18 a few weeks ago. He endlessly teased you about it – he’s not wrong, younger men aren't usually your type. But he’s handsome and – well, the temptation to seduce your stepdaughter's boyfriend… just because you can....

“I did!”

He looks up from his licking curiously.

“I confronted him outright about how he looks at me, and how naughty it is to act like that around his girlfriend's Mom.”

“Mom?”

“Well, even if she doesn't call me that, it – did seem to turn him on even more. So I made him apologize for being a bad boy. On his knees."

“Between your thighs, no doubt."

He chuckles.

“Indeed.

“How was he?”

“Terrible.”

“Oh?”

“Didn't know what he was doing, lapping like a dog at is water bowl. Didn't find any right spot. Not even the clit."

“Sorry to hear that.”

“No need. Of course I taught him his first lesson. He got better. A little. He will learn. Eventually.”

You snicker.

“So you're planning more lessons, huh?”

He smiles.

"Not for my sake. For your daughter's. Once she let’s him into her pants, he really should know what he does, don’t you think?"

“Right… wait – they haven't…?”

“Apparently she’s letting him wait. And he has no clue how to woe her."

"Another thing you can teach him, huh?"

“I’ll do my very best. Talking about her… Her 20th birthday is coming up..."

“Mhm.”

“You’re – still OK with the gift I have in mind?”

He smiles up and kisses your mouth, you love tasting your own juices on his lips.

“Honey, if you want to introduce my daughter to the pleasures of lesbian love, I’m all for it. She deserves the best and your are the best. As long as I get to watch."

He winks at you.

“If she doesn’t mind.”

You kiss, long, hungrily, turned on by the stories of sins past and corruptions to come. You're so glad the love of your life shares your - taste for adventure and doesn't put you in a gilded cage. You’re free woman, young and full of sexual energy. This body, this mind, this life is SO much more you than your old male self was. You are right were you belong.

You kiss him more - none of you has come during your daily welcoming home ritual, you just both enjoy edging each other on. You get up to slip out of your robe and into your favourite apron - barley covering your tits, revealing your whole backside, as you get to the kitchen to prepare his meal. You're glad you're well off enough to afford staff to do most of the chores but you won’t let anyone take over cooking for your beloved husband. It's one of the two wifely duties you most enjoy. Not the top one, but a good Number Two. He stands behind you, strokes you ass, kisses your necks, as you prepare the food.

"Don't spoil your appetite, love. Set to the table and just watch me if you must.”

You giggle as he does, never letting you out of his sight until dinner is ready. You take off the apron and eat naked, they way you prefer to be round him.

Afterwards you cuddle up to him on the couch watching TV for a while an off to bed you go at around ten, your usual time.

Not for sleeping, obviously. As you usually do, you've been teasing while cuddling - groping and kissing all evening without ever taking it further. You both love getting the other one hot for bed time. Because as good married couples do, you mostly make love in the bedroom.

Of course WHAT you do in the bedroom is everything but what most good decent couples do. The next two hours are filled with wild, passionate lovemaking. And fucking. And sucking. And a lot more. None of your holes is barred, you come five times, he thrice, once in each of your holes. Even though he pulls out of your pussy and squirts on your belly. You're not trying to get pregnant. Not right now. You’re still in the honeymoon phase, wild and unbridled.

When you both sink into your double bed exhausted and tired, you kiss him once more.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

And spoon up to your beloved husband. This is where you're meant to be. This is what you were made for.

The End

Or is it?

[I will not accept chapters before the endings to not change the points, but if you feel inspired to write a story about the hero/ine's life after my final chapters feel free to write them.]