Company Woman Wife

My alarm sounded like a buzzer that would electrocute you anytime you pressed it. It buzzed harsh and loud, fading away momentarily only to come back as piercing as ever. It made me think of some old slapstick comedy, with some idiot repeatedly pressing the button despite being shocked every time.

"Hurry up and get up babe." The voice spoke over the sound of the running shower. "We don't want to be late."

I chuckled to myself as I pulled myself put of bed, that was the fastest time yet. Without fail she says that every day, but normally not until we've at least gotten dressed.

"Something special about today?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I walk into the bathroom.

Olivia was standing by the mirror, checking her hair and make-up. She always got up earlier than me to get ready first, despite often getting into bed later. I don't know how she did it, but despite the lack of sleep she looked perfect.

The tight white blouse clung to her petite frame perfectly. Not tight enough to look slutty, but enough to be eye catching. Her black pencil skirt accentuated her beautiful smooth legs, contrasting against her supple pale skin. It covered just above her mid thighs, enough to turn the head of every guy in the office when she bent over but not enough to get her into trouble.

She brushed aside a golden lock of hair as she applied the seductive dark red lipstick. When it was let down, her hair reached her mid back, but for now it was pulled into a bun.

"My new hire starts today." She said, keeping her eyes on herself in the mirror. "I need to get in early to make sure he gets a proper welcome."

Right, her new hire. She'd been so giddy when she told me she was getting to interview candidates for a position on her team. Said it had made her feel like she was really starting to make it with the company.

It'd only been a few years since I passed that internship position to her. She'd risen so fast in that time, blowing right past my position as a corporate drone and getting herself into management. People talked about her as the rising star of Wayland group, the girl that all the executives wanted under them.

I was so proud of her.

I saw the work she'd put into getting there. The long hours, politicking and all the favours she'd done. It strained our relationship at times, like when she had to miss our anniversary dinner to help her boss "Unload his backed up filling cabinet.", but we worked through it.

"You've got nothing to worry about." I told her. Stripping as I entered the shower she had running for me. "With as rigorous as you were, I know he'll be good. I mean you must have interviewed at least twenty guys right?"

"I had to be very hands on with this." She said. "He needed to be able to fit in perfectly. Being rough when I need it, but also being alright with me taking charge."

Through the fogged glass of our shower I watched her lean onto the counter top. Her ass pressing out slightly, wiggling a little as she finished up. My morning wood ached at the sight of her, begging me to bend her over the sink and fuck her right there.

I'd pull up that sexy little skirt and push her panties out of the way, fucking her from behind like a wild animal. She liked when I was rough, so I'd give her tight ass a slap or put a hand down her blouse and squeeze her mouth watering perky tits. They were perfectly sized to put your hands around, and when she got aroused her nipples became as hard as diamonds. I loved pinching them and listening to her moan as I brought her to climax unloading my cum deep inside her dripping cunt...

Fuck I needed some release so bad.

"Do you think maybe we could spend some time together tonight?" I asked. "Watch a movie, have some wine..."

"And then fuck all night?" She looked at me in the reflection of the mirror, a sly grin on her face as she bit her lip. "You know I'd love to babe but the team will want to go out and have drinks for Deacon's first day."

My heart dropped. She'd been so busy lately while her new role, we hadn't had the chance for much 'alone time' for months.

It'd been hard for me, but I knew it must have been worse for her. She was an insatiable little horn dog when we'd been dating, and despite the stereotypes that didn't change when we got married.

It was partly how I knew this job and her success meant so much to her. If she didn't really care about it, there's no way she'd let it mess with her sex life.

"I have to head out now." My eyes tracked her ass sway as she left the bathroom. "I'll see if maybe I can sneak out a bit early tonight, if you'll wait up for me?"

"You know I'd do anything for you honey." I told her, wiping away the fog on the glass so I could see her face properly.

"Love you Jacob." She said. Her bright blues eyes shining at me.

"Love you too Olivia." I couldn't help myself but smile. Things weren't perfect between us, but it meant the world that she still tried. "Go knock some heads and win some bread!"

She snorted a little and laughed. Sounding just like that bubbly teenage girl I'd fallen in love with. With a quick blown kiss she rushed out the door, heading out to work.

Leaving me alone in the shower, still just as hard as I'd been.

I still had a little bit of time to get into work, but traffic could be unpredictable. I really wanted to relieve some of my tension here, but maybe it would be better to wait until tonight?

I could even get in a bit early and suprise Olivia with some coffee on her big day. But on the other hand, I knew from experience that if I didn't sort myself now I'd be distracted all day...