My new job part 1

My name is Peter Morris and this is my story. I
really don't quite know where I should begin. You see I've
kept a kind of journal over the last few months in which I
jotted down notes on things that've happen to me. I did so
in an attempt to try to make sense out of the various
predicaments I've found myself in. I know this may not
make sense, so let me give you some background on me and
tell you my story since you've been good enough to at least
pick this up to read.
My wife and I were married three years ago. Her name
is Paula. She was more than the woman of my dreams, she
was the goddess I never expected to be the lucky husband
of. She was a virgin on our wedding night. I almost was
one. I say almost, since I had tried to sex two others
girls prior to wedding Paula. One event was in high school
and the other in college. Both attempts ended in failure
due to premature ejaculation. I actually penetrated both
girls, even though both asked me if I ever got my small
prick in them. They said they never felt it.
The day before we got engaged I told Paula of my
smallness and my failures at sex before. She said she
loved me and that size should not matter when two people
really love each other. We kissed passionately. She made
me feel like king of the mountain. I gave her a ring the
very next day.
Well anyway, Paula and I did make love on our wedding
night and it was very good, even if I did have to tongue
her to orgasm several times, and eating my own jism in the
process. As I said, she was a virgin, but the sexual
experience must've awaken the tiger in her. I was amazed
how tightly she held my face to her beautiful bushy cunt
for so long. I never though she would've been multi-
orgasmic.
She had gone on the pill several weeks prior to the
wedding so I was able to enjoy riding her bareback.
The next morning we cuddled tightly in the afterglow
of our first night together. She complemented me on how
good I was with my mouth. She tried to avoid saying so,
but I knew she was not impressed with my small cock and my
inability to use it that well either. She did however
apologize for making me eat my jism out of her, as she held
my head to her crotch and urged me on as I tongued her from
one orgasm to another.
"It was so good honey, I just couldn't stop. I've
never had my pussy sucked before. You're such a good
sucker too." She said with glee on her face as she placed
a wet kiss on my lips.
"I hope you didn't mind eating your stuff for me. I
know you really love me to do that - and I-I know it sounds
wicked, but I like the idea of you sucking your stuff out
while getting me off. Would you promise me you'll keep on
showing me you love me by doing that?"
I couldn't help but promise her. She looked so
beautiful as she talked. I would've promised her anything
at that moment.
For the rest of the honeymoon and as part of our
normal love making, I used my mouth on her far more that my
prick. Needless to say, I got use to the taste of my cum
and was happy to be able to please this beautiful creature
by doing so.
It was a year after we got married that Paula decided
to seek a better job with better pay than the Local library
could offer. She liked being a librarian's assistant, but
we really did more money coming in if we were going to buy
a house in four years. She found a job as an
administrative assistant at a small local firm that was a
wholesale office supplies distributor.
She really liked the job and the starting salary was
much better than the library.
A month after she started, I began to notice subtle
changes in her and our relationship.
She started buying and wearing more expensive clothing
and jewelry. I knew she was a very efficient worker, but I
never thought as an office assistant that she would the
opportunity to make bonuses like the salesmen did.
Also, she started working later hours that first month
and the second month she even went in on the weekend and
worked late into Saturday night. Some weeks she had to
work seven days a week, twelve hours a day.
Of course this took it's toll on our normal
relationship and our sex life. She often was too tired for
our normal sex, but she would hug me and jerk me off while
doing so telling me how cute my little "dick" was when it
spurted. I'd never heard her refer to my penis as a "dick"
before, but I didn't think much about at the time. I was
so joyful that she thought enough of me to provide for my
sexual comfort while foregoing hers.
After three straight weeks of working 12 to 14 hour
days, she was back on a more normal schedule and our sex
life was starting to return to normal, with a slight change
however.
You see, several times she would come in from work
ready to have sex. Of course that was fine with me. I
hadn't been in her in over a month. I was ready. I did
notice that her pussy seemed hotter, juicier, and looser at
those times she came in ready for action.
I didn't let that worry me. It was so good to get in
there even if it wasn't as long as minute sometimes. It
was so good to feel the warm heated wetness of her.
As soon as I'd come she was eager to guide my head to
her very wet cunt telling me how wet and drippy I'd made
her.
"It's all your fault I'm this wet and messy. So just
use that wonderful tongue and lick me clean and lap me to
heaven."
I'd never quite heard her talk so boldly like that
before, but it did excite me, for I did miss eating out her
lovely twat.
As I place my face to her juicy hairy snatch, I was
amazed at how messy she was and how much come I'd shot off.
Before I could observe more, she pulled my face right
into her mucky crotch and demanded to be licked and sucked
out. I did as I was told.
It was strange, but the smell and taste of her was
much stronger and well, I guess the right word is "full
bodied" than before.
After I got her off at least four time - she wouldn't
let me turn my head loose until she was thoroughly
satisfied.
I mention to her about the slightly different taste.
"Oh that must be that edible pussy perfume lotion and
bush conditioner all in one. One of the girls at work had
me try some. It probably was the reason I was so hot for
you darling. I squirted some on the creamy white stuff
right in my slit before coming home to you. She said you'd
like the taste."
I let her know it wasn't bad and urged her to buy some
since she liked it and liked me eating it out. It did
spice up her pussy.


CHAPTER 2: MY WIFE'S NEW JOB

Over the next few months, Paula was doing real well at
her new job. She seem to be getting one bonus after
another. We had a little tiff about the extra money she
made. We quickly made up, but to my surprise she got her
own bank account and withheld some for her own management
and rest went into our joint account.
While things were going well on her job, they weren't
for me.
Our company was bought out and I was transferred to
another department in the company as part of a
reorganization. I'm an accountant and was working on a
complex audit of another department in the company. I
really don't know if I made the mistake or what, but my new
boss accused me of creating a problem that would've cost
the company millions if he hadn't discovered it. I know I
was very tired when I did that report, but I didn't think I
would've made that magnitude of an error. Anyway, he said
he couldn't have anyone that incompetent around, so I was
let go and he advised not to send back to the company for a
referral. He had put a note in my personnel file that the
company was not to send one out. With out a referral, I
could never become an account with a brand name firm again.
I was extremely despondent when I reached home.
I broke the news to my wife. She took it much better
than I expected.
"You'll find something darling. Until you do, then
you'll be a house spouse." She said kissing me on the
forehead.
In the weeks ahead, I looked and looked for a suitable
job. It seemed that each one where it seemed like I was
going to get it, it would fall through. Mean while, I
literally became Paula's maid. Getting up to prepare her
breakfast and ironing her blouses and doing laundry. When
our joint account was depleted, she began giving me an
allowance from her account. That's when I really noticed a
change in her. She became more dominant and authoritative.
She no longer seemed to be concerned about my sexual
pleasure when she came home all lathered with her new pussy
lotion. Many times, she just wanted to be eaten out and
wouldn't let me put it in. After she got her jollies,
several times as usual, she'd cross her legs with a drink
in her hand and have me jerk off as I sat beside her. She
would start me off, and had me continue on my own. The
last few times, she's had me to kneel before her.
"I don't know, I just felt like it darling. I wanted
to see you that way. It made me feel delighted. You do
like me being happy don't you?" Was her reply when I
finally got enough nerve to ask her one night why she
wanted to make me grovel and kneel just for a touch of my
prick by her soft hands.

CHAPTER 3: MY NEW JOB

"You really mean it?"
"Yes my boss would like to interview you. Now
remember, it's very unusual for a husband and wife to work
together in the office, but I went out on a limb to get you
the interview."
I thanked my wife profusely.
We drove separately the morning of the interview.
To my surprise, all the managers and men were black
and all the women were white.
I was shown in to see the president, Joe Benson.
"Impressive looking resume Peter, but why can't we get
a referral from your old company when we called them?"
Even though I practiced what I was going to say, I was
nervous before this well built, broad shoulder and
confident black man. I managed to stammer out the reason.
By the time he questioned me further, I was sure I'd lost
this job too. I was sweating profusely. Then all of
sudden he smiled and offered me his hand.
"Welcome to our little firm, I'm sure we can fit you
and your skills in here, that is if you're willing to work
hard and become a company man?"
"Oh yes sir, I will. Thank you so much sir." I
replied, not believing my ears that he was going to hire
me.
He introduced me around. Everyone was cordial, but
there was something in the way they looked at me as they
smiled that made me concerned. One or two of the women
even giggled a little after we walked away after meeting
them.
I was impressed with Paula's office. She was the
office administrator. I was a bit surprised at how she
embraced Joe Benson as he walked in. That look in her eyes
was unforgettable. She then turned to me and put out her
hand for me to shake. Peter welcome to the company. If
you work hard, the company will reward you well."
I was dumfounded. Did she forget I was her
husband? But then it struck me. This was a put on, to
keep it all professional and everything since most places
don't let husband and wife work in the same office. I
shook her hand. I felt better as she winked at me.
However, I became slightly alarmed as Joe Benson put his
arm around her as he talked about my interview. What was
more alarming was that she put her arm around his waist
also.
I was still a bit miffed and slightly put off at such
a display as Joe Benson ushered me back toward his office.
"Now Peter, Miss Jones here will give you a list of
office rules. Since you are new here, many of them will
apply just to you, you know being the new k** on the block
and all."
His secretary handed me the envelope and Joe Benson
told me take them home and read them over carefully. As he
walked me to the door and out of earshot of other workers,
he told me to bring some work clothes in addition to my
dress suit, since I might have to do some dirty work in my
new office and the room next to it. "You know to tidy them
up from time to time." He added.
That evening, Paula just explained away she and her
bosses closeness as normal office camaraderie and she
teased me about being jealous. Then her attitude did
change as she placed her hand on her chin as if in deep
thought.
"It's funny you brought that up though honey. Do you
think that he want's me to have sex with him because he
hired you?"
"T-That could be it." I stammered as I sat down.
"We both know you need this job. Would you mind if I
sexed him for you to have the job if it came to that?"
I tried to speak and nothing came out. I've heard of
situations where this happens to people.
"And you know what darling, he'd probably fire me too
if I didn't come across. Then we both would be out of
work. I think that answers that question. We have no
choice. If he wants me to be his for sex, I have to do so
for us."
I was totally speechless. Before I could consider the
question, my beautiful charming wife had come up with an
answer unilaterally. By the time, I regained my voice, she
was thinking about something else, like a dress she wanted
from a fancy boutique down town.
"I just assumed your silence meant consent darling.
It'll be emotionally hard on me to cheat on you, but since
you'll be right there in the same office, it won't be that
difficult for me to endure the shame of having to be the
bosses slut if that's what Joe has in mind."
Again I had to sit down and absorb everything she was
saying. My mind was spinning. She changed the subject.
"Did you read the office rules he gave you?"
"Yes." Was my reply. They were the typical things
about being on time, lunch breaks, etc. I did question why
I had to address every one in the office as Mister or
Misses and always say Sir or Ma'am to the managers.
"All the managers I saw were male, so at least I won't
have to say ma'am will ."
It hit me like a bolt of lighting. My wife was a
manager, hence I'd have to address her that way also.

CHAPTER 4: MY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

"Morning Peter!" Spoke Joe Benson the president of
the company. "Come! Let me show you to your office."
As I followed him, I seem to notice a discernible
smirking grin on the face of his secretary Rita and one of
the other women in the office as we pass their desks.
He led me to toward the back of the office.
"Here we are Peter." He smiled as we came to the door
that said MEN'S ROOM on the big brass plate on the door.
Our office space is a bit short so I decided to put you in
here for starters. Your office will have more space than
even mine." He said grinning flashing all his teeth.
I was dumfounded. I tried to find words to speak.
Before I could utter a word he put one of his big hands on
my shoulder and pushed me in before him. My feet just seem
to follow.
There just inside the door in the corner was a fully
equipped office desk with my name plate on it.
"See how much space you have?."
I gave him an incredulous look. I soon regained
enough mental composure to speak to him.
"Mr. B-Benson. S-Surely you are joking sir. I-I couldn't
sit."
"You need this job don't you Peter?"
"W-Well y-yes sir. I-I do."
"Then this is where you'll sit!" He said curtly.
There was a sternness about his face. His tone of voice
changed. It evoked terror in me for a brief moment.
"If you don't take this job I'll see to it you never
work in a professional job in this town ever again. Get use
to this desk and your office."
"W-What?" I stammered.
"And another thing Peter, there is something else you
might as well get use to also. Put your attached case on
your desk and follow me."
As if in a trance, I meekly followed him. My face was
blush red with anger and frustration. He lead me to my
wife's office. One of the walls of her modest walled
office, that faces the main open office area has a large
picture window that's about waist high from the floor and
about four feet wide, with drawstring curtains. Today the
curtains were open and she could plainly be seen at her
desk.
I followed him as Joe Benson walked into her open
office door.
"Morning sweetheart, just showed your husband his
office and desk. He's still trying to get use to it, so I
thought I'd come by and let him know what else he had to
get accustomed to."
"You're so wicked Joe darling. Sit on the couch Peter
honey. It's better you sit down while you watch."
Again I was shocked by the greeting they both gave
each other. I was weak in the knees and welcomed sinking
into the soft and very comfortable large leather couch. It
was good I was sitting, for what I saw next almost made me
faint.
She and Joe Benson met in a warm and passionate French
kiss as their arms were wrapped tightly around each other.
He had his hands all over her shapely ass as they embraced.
The whole office could see them through the large wall
window. I sat helpless and quiet. Too shocked to do and
say a thing. I was truly paralyzed.
"That's a way to start the day off. See you Paula
baby. I'll leave hubby here for you to tell him the score.
Peter, I know you may be upset all this, but I thought this
was the best way for us to get off on the right foot. I
hired you because your wife asked me too. But as you can
guess, there's a price. You should be proud that you have
a wife that's willing to do so much for you. We'll talk
some more, but now I'm sure you two need to talk some.
However, I want you to stop by my secretary's desk and pick
up an assignment I have for you to work on. And by the way
Peter, your work hours will be a little longer than the
rest of the staff. Stop by and see me at Five PM, just
about when the other are leaving. I need to talk to you
about some on the job training."
Joe left us. My wife came over and sat on the
luxurious couch beside me.
"I'm sorry Peter Honey. But we thought this was the
best way to let you know what the situation here at work
is. Yes, I'm his woman. He and I have been an item for a
while." My wife help my pale sweating hands as I sat there
still not believing all I'd seen and witnessed.
She hid nothing. I could only sit and listen. She
reiterated she loved me profusely, in spite of what she'd
done. She went on to tell me about the wonderful sex her
black boss had been giving her. When it rains it pours.
Her pussy lotion had been remnants of his jism. She let me
know I'd been tasting his cum in her pussy.
"I tried to get you somewhat prepared for this by what
I told you last night. That is, about him having power
over us both, since he's the boss. I did influence him with
my pussy to get you the job. The only way he would do so
is with you coming on board knowing the full truth about
us. I had to agree with him that it would be wrong for you
not to know, since you and I always had an honest open
relationship. I felt I'd cheated and betrayed you by
having this affair with him without your knowledge. One
reason it was so easy is the wonderful way he sexes me. I
don't mean to hurt you dear, but he's so much more of a man
that you in bed. His cock is so much bigger too. I now
know what it feels like to be a fully fucked woman, thanks
to him."
As she spoke, it dawned on me that her office door was
open and that the woman just outside her door and the
people passing by could hear everything we talked about if
they listened carefully. I felt sick.
As I was about to remind her to close it, she
continued talking before I could get a word in.
"I meant it when I said I still love you Peter
darling. However, my love for you is slightly different
than before. I see you more as a person I can confide in
and more like a deep loving devoted friend, loving helpmate
and faithful husband, rather than the man in my life. Joe
on the other hand, will fill that role for me. Now, I must
tell you that if you can't accept any of this, I won't
fight you if want a divorce."
Her bluntness again made me speechless. I thought for
a moment. My head was spinning.
"T-There is-is no other way?" I stammered.
"No darling there isn't. If I have to choose, I'm
afraid it would be Joe or some other black man. I adore
black dicks." She said proudly. I looked out the open
door and looked right into the eyes of the woman nearest
the door. I knew she heard my wife's words. I finally
asked her to close the door so we would have more privacy.
"We're a small office Peter, just like f****y. It's
okay if they hear what we say."
I wiped the perspiration off my forehead. It then
dawned on me what Paula had said. "Y-You said dicks?"
"Yes honey, with an "s". Yes, Joe has shared me with
several of his friends and business partners. I love being
a piece of ass for he and his friends. But darling, as
much as I adore all the great sex, there's still the
emotional side of me that needs what you have to offer.
You're so sweet in your own way, especially the great
conversations we have and the great sex organ you have."
My eyes lit up.
"I meant your tongue honey. I know I need what both
you and Joe have to offer. My pussy needs both his big
dick and your sweet lips."
I thought again for long moment while we both held
each other hands. As I looked into her eyes as we sat
there silently, I knew I couldn't leave her, even though
she'd treated me so terribly. I had to look at her in a
totally different light now. She was no longer the sweet
innocent girl I married, but a sophisticated woman, who'd
gone out in the world and found what I was incapable of
giving her as a man.
"I-I love you very much Paula, b-but I-I can't work
here. Seeing y-you and h-him everyday d-doing what y-you
two did this morning would just wreck me emotionally. If-
If I have to endure sharing you with h-him, I-I'd rather
not b-be working for ."
"What choice do you have? You know you've depleted
almost all the money in our joint account. No Peter, you
have to take this job." I notice a sudden change in her
manner and the tone of her voice. It became authoritative.
"The pay is the same as your last job. It was hard
to convince Joe to hire you at that level of pay, even
though he and I are fucking. However, he did so based on
you taking on a few additional duties, which he'll discuss
with you this evening after everyone has left for the day."
"I-I see. But Paula honey, e-even if I stayed for a
while just to get some money saved up until I can do
better, I-I can't have an office in the men's room. That's
got to be a joke."
"No joke darling. Joe and I were laying in his bed
one night after he gave me a good thorough fucking. We
talked about where to put your desk. As you can see we're
short of office space here. He joked about the men's room.
We laughed and joked about it for a while. However, as we
did so, we both got aroused about the whole idea of you
working here for him and the whole office knowing you had
to share me openly with him. The idea of your desk being
in the John too just added fuel to the fire. We both got
so horny all over again. You see darling, you have an
opportunity to fulfil a fantasy of mine and Joe's that's
so wicked."
"I-I can't believe y-you're saying ."
"Peter honey, please. It would mean so much for to me
and to Joe if you did this. I want you to be a cuckold for
us. And as far as your desk, we at least put it in the
main office Men's Room, rather than the public one up front
or the one in back."
"Y-You really m-mean ."
"Yes darling I do. If you love me, and I should add,
want to keep me as your wife, you'll do this for me. It'll
give me thrills that you can't otherwise."
Why I didn't just get up and walk, no, run away from
her at that very moment, I'll never know. I just sat
looking at her incredible beauty. I knew I needed her more
than she needed me now. She had everything, I had
virtually no bargaining power. I was still toying with
walking away and trying to ponder my options when Joe
Benson's secretary knocked on the open door and walked in
handing me the package he'd mentioned earlier.
"Peter, the boss wants you to read this over and see
him for further instructions in an hour."
Out of courtesy, I thanked his secretary Rita and took
the large envelope.
"Well our time is up darling, it'll do you good to get
back doing the kind of work you like. Go to your office
and read it dear. I have to get to work also. We'll talk
some more tonight at home."
"Paula, when is lunch time. We can talk some ."
"No we can't dear. Because we're married, we can't
associate doing the work day unless it's company busy.
Besides, Joe is taking me out for a nooner. And Peter
dear, from now on it's Ms. Morris when you address me.
Understand?"
Her business tone caught me off guard and alarmed me.
But knowing I was in a difficult situation and on her turf,
I replied "O-Okay." And started to walk away toward "my
office". As I took one step, she called me back.
"Peter, remember your list of rules? The ones written
just for you? The ones you were reading last night? Read
them again. You're to always say "Sir" and Ma'am" to the
executive staff.
I gave her a hard look, which she returned to me. I'd
never seen her so f***eful. I capitulated, hung my head
saying "Y-Yes ma'am. Is-is that all?"
"That's all. You may go." She said ruffling a stack of
papers as she looked away from me.
I could feel the stares and hear the smirks of the
office staff as I walked back to my office.
The package that Joe Benson, the company President
tasked me to do was interesting work. I was finished with
it when he and my wife came back from lunch around Four-
thirty. He spent ten minutes going over my results and
applauded my good accounting work.
It was so strange but it felt good to be praised by
him. On the other hand, I was rather nervous in front this
very handsome black man, who was my boss, and as I'd just
discovered hours earlier, my wife's real man. He'd
humiliated me worse than I could've ever imagined in a life
time, least of all in less than eight hours. After all,
how many husbands walk into a new job and find themselves
with a desk in the office men's room and the boss who put
him there was also screwing his wife. I couldn't help feel
abjectly humiliated and disgraced, but I also felt so
intimidated and so much beneath him. Especially with my
wife telling me so matter-of-factly why she sexed him and
his friends and why I should submit to their desire to
ridicule me in front of the whole office staff.
I had always worried that my wife being so beautiful,
might find someone more endowed who would take her away
from me. It was a nightmare I occasionally thought about.
Little did I realize it would come to fruition in such a
way as it did.
I kept asking myself why don't I just run away from
this real nightmare? Even my wife offered me a way out.
Why was I staying? Was I hoping things would get better?
And as if in a nightmare, no reason could be thought of for
what was happening, except maybe, I was still very much in
love with her, and doing what she thought was necessary,
even at the expense of my pride, and despite her
conspiratorial role in my abasement. Did I deserve this
just because I was not as adequately equipped to please
her, like Joe Benson and his other black friends? I
pondered.
"Now Peter, go see Paula. I think she has something
she wants you to do before she goes home. When you're
through there, come back here and I'll show you some of
your additional duties." I remembered to reply "Yes Sir"
and left the room.
Paula invited me in.
"You wanted to see me, ma'am." Remembering her
warning earlier.
"Come in Peter. Now see the first day wasn't that bad
was it? I even bet you're already accustomed to your
office?"
"Please Pau, er, Ms. Morris. I-I really wish I could
move out of ."
"Out of the question. You stay in the toilet. There
will be no further discussion on this matter until your
first anniversary of working here."
"A-A year! In there! I-I can't ."
My wife cut me off again.
"A real man doesn't say can't so easily. Are you
saying you're not man enough to handle this job without
even trying? If that's the case, I'll tell Joe to give you
a day's pay and send you out of here. I'll tell him to be
sure and put in your job folder that you weren't able to
work easily with other professionals and therefore had to
let you go. Just imagine what that would do to you
professionally. You'd never find a job in your field
again. Maybe, you just want to be a mama's boy and live
off me working. You don't want to be man enough to be a
good provider for me and the home."
"No! No!, it's not that Dear . uh, Ms. Morris. I-I
do-do n-need the job. B-but b-being in-in the men's room,
it-it's just so-so em-embarrassing. T-The men a-all look
at me a-and smirk. I-I'm red faced . sniff .. all the
time. It-it's so humiliating."
"You aren't getting teary eyed are you? Are you gonna
cry? Go back to your office and splash some water on your
face, and then come back so we can finish this discussion."
My wife spoke somewhat loudly. I knew the others
heard her. Again for the countless time I hung my head as
I passed through the office. This time with watery eyes
and a flush face. Once more, I had to endure their
snickers and smirks. I knew I looked pathetic.
I returned after washing my face. My wife was sitting
in her executive chair behind her wide desk.
"Feeling better?"
"Y-Yes ma'am."
"Good. Now Peter, we were talking about helping you
become a stronger man and gaining the respect of others.
You do know that humbling yourself and enduring challenges
builds character and confidence. Think of this whole
situation you find yourself in as an opportunity to show
me, and others, you have the strength to be a husband that
can endure trying situations for his wife. Show us you
have the emotional strength to be a man in other ways than
you can be in bed. Show everyone you're man enough to take
adversity and not be a cry baby. You think you're man
enough to do all that, and in the process, gain the respect
of others? Or do you want to be a whimpering wimpy
weakling of a man that nobody respects?"
"I-I'm man enough. I-I want respect. I-I'll show you
Pau ., er, Ms. Morris." I blurted out before I really
thought through what I was saying.
"I'll take that as being your word and I know your
word is good. Your word is good isn't it Peter? You're
not wishy-washy are you? Like wanting to change your mind
claiming you didn't think about what you committed yourself
too?"
I let her know I'd keep my promise.
"Very good. Now as a way of sealing the commitment
you've made is for you to come over here, kneel between my
legs and eat me out. I know you'll like it. During lunch,
Joe and two clients fucked me. That's why we were gone so
long. My pussy helped him close a good deal for the
company. I didn't keep all their loads in me, but its
definitely flavored with their fuck juices.
"Y-You c-can't be s-serious? I-I know y-you had me e-
eating h-his stuff . Y-You tricked me. B-But two
s-strangers? A-And h-here in y-your office?"
"Yes Peter honey, everyone will know you'll be eating
his and the other men's cum out of my pussy. I won't close
the door or the curtains. The rest of the office will see
you slurping up other men's spent fuck juices."
"B-But ."
"After you get use to it, no one will even notice or
care that you do it dear. It'll be just like the sun
rising and setting. Once you get the routine down, no one
will show surprise. That's why Joe and I want to get you
started on these little chores soon as possible, so you can
get over any shock or shyness you have in performing as a
good husband and dutiful cuckold and gaining the respect
that you deserve."
I could tell it was useless to pursue attempting to
change her mind. Over the last few weeks, I noticed my
wife becoming more persistent, but never thought it would
come to this. I followed her curled beckoning finger as
she stood up, raised the short shirt she wore, and sat back
down. She then scooted her hairy heated crotch right
before my face as I knelt between her outspread legs, that
were supported on the arms of her chair.
Even though not as messy as I'd seen it before, her
pussy was definitely slightly puffy and red. A strong tell
tale gamy odor indicated that she had experienced a heavy
sexing earlier. She proceeded to pull my head tightly to
her moist slick pussy lips. There was the unmistakable
film of slick goo that indeed did flavor her sex. As my
tongue probed her interior, she was still quite warm, and I
swallowed some thick dregs of fuck that hadn't leaked or
ran out of her cunt. She kept me sucking at her cunt until
she was well satisfied.
As I got up and turned my head, there were spectators
all around. In the door and looking in the window. They
applauded me.
"Three Cheers for the crŠme pie eater! Hip! Hip!
Hooray!; Hip! Hip! Hooray!; Hip! Hip! Hooray!" The office
staff roared as I turned beet red and sought to go in "my
office" and wash my face.
"See darling, you're getting respect already." My
wife said smiling profusely at my shame and embarrassment.

CHAPTER 5: THE END OF MY FIRST DAY ON MY NEW JOB

"I-I can't believe he had me doing janitorial work.
H-He actually h-had this big black woman supervise me and
direct me how to clean the toilets, empty trash, vacuum and
mop floors. It was Nine O'clock when I got away. No way
will I be doing this every day. H-He'll just."
"Yes you will dear, otherwise, you'll be black balled
in your profession and I might leave you too for not
keeping your promises. Remember you gave your word."
"B-But being the o-office janitor! Cleaning toilets!
Plus he said it was to be part of my daily duties. C-Can
you believe he gave me a cleaning schedule for a whole
year? Please Paula . please don't hold me to ."
"Yes dear, you will be held to your promise. You are
to follow the schedule explicitly. Any failures will
result in demerits and penalties in pay."
"W-What!"
"C'mon to bed darling. Come into my arms That's it.
Feel better? You've had a very full day." She kissed me
wetly and repeatedly on the lips. They were delicious. I
was in heaven. This was like old times, before her sexual
sophistication.
She reached down and felt my small but very stiff
prick. As I broke her kiss I opened her gown in
preparation of mounting her.
"Peter honey, my pussy is tired and a bit sore from
all the activity today. But you can lick it if you want
some. Your sucking and licking is rather soothing. It
seems to help the swelling go down."
"Y-you know it doesn't take me long to get off . at
the most two minutes. I-I'll be real gentle. You're so w-
well stretched f-from their big things . you'll hardly feel
me. Please dear, may I-I put it in?"
"Not tonight darling." She said with a smirking smile
as I pleaded. "I am tired, but if you lap me, I'll help
you jerk off afterwards, that is if I'm still awake.
Otherwise, if you're not interested, I'm going to turn over
and go to sl**p. I've got a busy day tomorrow. Joe has
promised me to an old friend of his passing through town."
I just hovered there looking foolish as I tried to
absorb more degradation as it was dumped on me.
"Well, what's it going to be?" She said with a sweet
curtness.
"I-I'll lick y-your pussy." I replied meekly as I
re-positioned myself and guided my head between her parted
smooth white thighs.
To be tired, she really gave a vigorous response to my
tongue action as she humped and gyrated her crotch in my
captive face. She not only clamped my head tightly with
her legs but also used her hands to tightly press my head
to her soft, swollen, bruised, and supposedly, sore,
pouting labia. She was juicy, but there was no jism
flavoring.
She slumped back on the bed after a violent orgasm.
"Ooooooh! You're so wonderful to have around Peter.
I know I won't have any trouble sl**ping now."
I wiped my face and moved up in bed. As I was
reminding her of her promise a few moments ago, she was
about to turn her back to me and go to sl**p.
"Oh I'm sorry darling you made me feel so good I
almost forgot about my promise. I'm even more tired now and
jerking you will really tire me out. Here are some
tissues. Now suck this while you jack off."
She handled one of her luscious tits and positioned it
in an inviting posture. She looked utterly delicious doing
that. I know in my condition, I had to accept whatever she
offered.
" I'm sorry baby, but you were just so good you made
me even more exhausted. This is the best I can do to help
you get off."
I took the tissue, positioned my mouth to her warm
supple mammary and slowly stroked myself until I came into
the "tissue cunt" she handed me.
After I got off and removed my lips from her tasty
tit, I discovered she was sl**p.
After disposing of the tissue, I went back to bed and
held my beautiful sl**ping wife. Even though horrified at
what she had become, deep down within I was glad I had
chosen to stay with her and thankful she still had need for
me.

CHAPTER 6: On The Job

After being on the job for over three months, my wife
was correct, I was surprised at how much degradation and
humiliation I could really take.
The office staff, which numbered about twenty, toyed
and teased me at times and treated me with disdain at other
times.
There was Joe Benson, President of the company and
four other black managers. In addition there were five
other lead administrators, all black men too. The rest of
the staff was composed of ten white women and myself.
It was evident, all the women were routinely sexing it
up with the black men. They all had white husbands and
families, but were more than willing to part their legs for
their black stud co-workers.
It was common knowledge that Joe dug my wife, but he
didn't mind her screwing the other black men in the office
and business associates. Apparently, she didn't either.
The company was like one big screwing club.
Joe Benson and my wife subjugated and ridiculed me
horribly in front of the office staff as it wasn't bad
enough that my desk was in the men's restroom. It was also
common knowledge that I was also the office custodian in
addition to my regular work.
Everyone praised my accounting skills, but at the same
time taking their cue from big Joe, they put me down and
berated me whenever it pleased them.
Take for instance, at staff meetings, Joe would often
have me serve coffee and donuts to the others like I was a
maidservant. Additionally, I had to stand near the coffee
pot for the entire meeting until someone beckoned for me,
or snapped their finger, which my wife and Joe did
frequently, for me to bring them a coffee or wait on them.
Other times, if Joe thought the office needed tidying
up doing the day, it was not unusual for him to order me to
empty the trash cans or vacuum or mop or dust in my
business suit. I was the butt of office jokes and nobody
counted me as a man. It was strange but I found their
attitude so easy to accept. After all, what man could
love his wife so much to go through the ordeal I was.
Having a desk in the men's john was something that
took getting use too. The urinals were about five feet in
front of my desk and due to the geometry of the area, one
would see my desk first upon entering. There was a small
corner, so I positioned my desk that allowed me to turn my
back to the wall and face the door, rather than looking at
the urinals and having to watch the men coming and going to
do their business, even though it was obvious they all were
very well hung. I concluded it was true what was said
about black men and their big tools.
It was about two months after being on the job I moved
my desk as I described above. I began to get more settled
in my office area. After a while the sound of peeing and
flushing water became more like background noise. I was
soon able to block it out and become rather productive, as
best I could under the circumstances.
After my latest paycheck didn't get deposited to our
joint account, I went to see Tina, who handled payroll.
Because I didn't get a check, my wife gave me a loan of $30
a week until till it could be straighten out. She became
awfully tight with money, when it came to me, even though
it was common for her to buy four or five dresses that cost
over $200 each, each time she went shopping, which was
almost every weekend.
Paula kept saying she'd check into it. Nothing
happened, so I decided to do it myself.
"Oh I didn't know you didn't want it to go to the same
account as your wife's. Well, since it's started that way,
it'll take some time to get it switched. Here take this
form to her and have her authorize it. After that, it
should take about four weeks for the change." She told me.
"Come in Peter, what can I do for you?" My wife said
only looking up briefly as she was signing some papers as I
knocked before being given the okay to come in. I
explained what Tina told me. "Leave it there, I'll take
care of it. You can rest assured, I know your money was
safely deposited in my account. In the mean time, I'll give
you an allowance of $5 a day, or $30 a week until we get it
straighten out. OK?"
"Er, Pau, I-I mean Ms. Morris, I'd like to have enough
to at least pay the utilities and other usual bill I use to
pay. That is before, I lost my last job."
"Don't worry Peter sweetie, I'm having it paid
directly out of my account. You have nothing to worry
about. You'll get your $30 every Friday until further
notice."
I was still standing, as she never invited me to sit.
My mouth was open as I stood there shocked.
"Hi beautiful." Spoke big Joe as he walked in.
"Hi darling." Replied my wife in a cheerful upbeat
tone as she stood up and embraced him. Right in front of
me, for the countless time, they Frenched kiss.
"Peter, you can leave now. We were through talking."
She said reverting back to a business tone.
I exited the office, flushed and ticked off for
the countless time by her brazen arrogance. I was
determined to end this nightmare. I didn't care if I did
love her so much.

END OF PART 1
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11 months ago
Interesting lifestyle
1 year ago
good story!
2 years ago
I LOVED IT, BUT U NO PETER BJ THE BOSS.
2 years ago
In an age where productivity means everything, I think this office where Paul works needs a good specialist to improve his performance. He could be made more use full to the men and woman managing this office. Paula is already doing all she can and the Black managers are overworked. Maybe its time for Paul to become more of an executive assistant instead of a Friday boy.
2 years ago
IF YOU WANNA READ PART 2 COME HOT WIVES COMMENT ON IT;)