Wife Taker

Author's Note: I've formatted the story to make it a bit easier to read.

Today marked the first year at your job. Fresh out of college you found yourself thrust into the wonderful world of 9 to 5 work. The momentous achievement of landing a job, and the excitement of being your own person was quickly replaced with the tedium and monotony of waking up each morning to commute to your workplace where you sat in a cubicle waiting for your next assignment or waiting for the next boring meeting that should have just been an email, and then the joy of commuting back home. All to just repeat it the next day. You were good at your job, but man was it a grind just getting up to go to it sometimes. You needed some excitement. Progressing in your job didn't really do it for you. It needed to be something that rewarded you mentally and physically. The gym wasn't enough, you needed something to satisfy yourself sexually.

What could do that though? You needed a niche. Something hard to achieve as just going to a bar and having a one night stand with someone was mundane at this point. Not that you'd stop doing that any time soon. No, you needed a real challenge. Something you could corrupt to your will. As you were thinking about it your supervisor dropped off a load of work on your desk.

"These need to be finished tonight before you leave for the day, you've been approved for overtime work so leave when they are done" she said dryly. You looked your supervisor up and down really quick. Marie was in her 30s and a little older than what you'd usually go for, but she was beautiful without a doubt. Her form fitting business attire showed off her curves amazingly. Her tits were easily Ds, her hips were wide, her ass was perfect, and everything about her screamed sex goddess. You'd fantasized about her often. Unfortunately she was a bitch. Everyone complained about her. She was not a good manager, and your entire department wanted her gone. Not only that but she was off limits being a married woman. Or was she? You quickly entertained the idea that maybe all she really needed was a good dose of cock...your cock. That seemed like a worthy challenge

"Did you hear what I said" she demanded snapping you back to reality. Since she was so rude and bitchy all she ever got was snark back, so you decided to play it a little differently now.

"No problem ma'am, I'll have them done as soon as possible and drop them off on your desk before I leave. Is there anything else I can do to help you" you asked as sincerely as possible. Marie seemed a little taken back from just a little politeness.

"Oh...um...no John...I just need these reports done before tomorrow for a meeting. So...please...if you could focus your attention on them it would help me" she stated with a bit of awkwardness in her voice. You noted how difficult it was for her to say please.

"You can count on me ma'am, I'll get these ready for you no matter what" you exclaimed.

"Good, I'll probably be here when you drop them off. Um...Thanks" she replied and walked off.

You almost had to hold back your laughter at how easily flustered she was when someone treated her with respect. Maybe there was a bit more to her than just being a bitch all the time. Maybe the way your department treated her had a bit to do with her bitchiness. Food for thought at least. For now you had a few reports to get done if you wanted to get out of here at a decent time.