Your wife

"Hello John, hope I'm not interrupting anything," a familiar voice says. You look up to see your wife Laurel stepping into your office, closing the door behind her. She gives a sardonic smile at the sight of you standing in front of the tousled Amanda.

"Not at all Love. You know I always have time for you. Let me introduce Amanda. Amanda this is my wife Laurel." Amanda stares stricken at your wife, her fingers still at her lips licking your come off them. Your wife shakes her honey blonde head in amusement.

"Don't look so dumbfounded, Amanda. It's not like you're the first bitch my husband has fucked on his desk, and I'm sure you won't be the last. Is this your new secretary John? Did you finally get rid of Little Miss Muffin, or whatever her name was?"

"No. This is someone else's secretary, but she seems to be angling to replace Meghan."

Your wife nods, strolling over towards you. As always, you love watching her. At thirty-three she is still in excellent shape, and is impeccably dressed in a peach colored skirt suit. Amanda hasn't moved, still staring in confusion. "Well, she's a ripe one, I'll say that for her. Another petite one though. You do have a weakness for small packages, don't you John." She leans up to kiss you, stroking you chin fondly. "You know, Amanda, it wasn't so long ago that I was Mr. Chandler's secretary, and it was me sitting on his desk with come running out of my quim. Actually, it was the reason I dropped in to surprise you today John, I thought it might be fun to remember those days. I guess I should have got here earlier, Amanda looks like she drained you dry."

"Mrs Chandler, um, I can explain, I..." Amanda stammers, finally coming out of her trance.

"No need, Amanda. I'm not blind, and I know John. You wanted to be fucked, he wanted to fuck you, and the pair of you fucked. Pretty simple. Oh don't worry, I don't care how many bitches he fucks, as long as I stay Top Bitch." She smiles archly at the confused girl, who is still sitting on your desk with her thighs spread.

"From the look of this one, she can't keep her legs closed," Laurel observes, "Though she does have a sweet little pussy, I'll say that for her." She reaches a hand out and strokes Amanda's sex drawing a squeak and a shudder from her. "Don't be shy Amanda. I don't imagine you minded my husband's cock filling you, you shouldn't mind me touching you." She steps closer, looking into Amanda's abashed face, and rubs her fingers between the black haired girl's pussy lips.

"Mmm, she is a juicy one John. You always have had good taste. Maybe, since Amanda has drained your cock, she can help this poor old lady too." She leans closer to Amanda probing her swollen cunt, a predatory glint in her eyes.

"Do you want to fuck her, or are you just playing Alpha Bitch?" you ask Laurel and get a low chuckle in return.

"Both I think. What do you think Amanda? Would you like to do both halves of the Chandler marriage in the same day? Or don't you eat pussy?"

Amanda blushes furiously, still very confused.