Chapter 1: Introduction
Julie finally gets the call to go into the final inerview, she very nervous but thinks she has everything needed to secure the role, but she's good at her job and doesn't want to be branded as a fashion accessory to her boss, she wants to do her job and make him and her husband proud. She walks confidently into the office and is suprised its a one on one meeting with her new boss, no representatives from HR just the two of them which she finds a relief.
She takes a seat across from him and he smiles warmly, his hazel eyes assessing her with a quiet intensity.
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the sleek black desks that line the polished marble floor. Julie takes a deep breath, adjusting the cuffs of her crisp white blouse beneath her tailored blazer. She’s been here before—this office, this routine—but today feels different. The air smells faintly of coffee and something sharper, like leather and old money. A scent she doesn’t recognize, but one that lingers in the back of her mind. Peter speaks first "good morning Julie and many thanks for attending today, I assume you've already had time to read the detailed job description and I wanted to know if yu had any questions regarding your role and duties?"
Julie smiles back at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nerves and excitement, "Well, Mr. Hendrix, I must admit, the role is quite... comprehensive. I'm eager to take on the challenge, but I do have a few questions if you don't mind?" Peter nods, "Of course, Julie, please go ahead." Julie takes a deep breath, "Well, first, I noticed the role includes quite a bit of travel. I'm more than willing to do that, but I have a husband and a life here, so I'll need to ensure I can balance both responsibilities." Peter leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Julie's, "I appreciate your candor, Julie. I'm particularly keen for the role to be filled by a married woman and I'll do everything I can to make sure the time we spend together does not impact on your marriage, in fact, should you be selected for the role, I'd like to meet your husband and discuss in detail some of the things that might concern him and put his mind at rest.
Julie's heart skips a beat as she tries to process the implications of his words. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, "That's... thoughtful of you, Mr. Hendrix. I appreciate the consideration. But I also want to make sure I can handle the responsibilities of the role without compromising my integrity or the standards of the company." Peter nods, "I understand completely, Julie. Integrity is paramount. But let me be clear, this role is not just about administrative duties. It's about being an extension of me, my vision, and my presence in the world. One of those things that I found difficult for those people in HR to accept, was that I wanted you to look stunning and sexy whenever we are working together, the two of us will be the working face and brand of the company and its an essential requirement for me.
In addition to the the offer salary, there will be a fifty thousand a year allowance to cover clothing and an additional fifty thousand to cover unusual hours as we may have to travel for a few weeks at a time and work late into the evenings meetinf future clients.
Julie's eyes widen at the mention of the salary and allowances, but she keeps her composure, "That's quite generous, Mr. Hendrix. But I must ask, what exactly do you mean by 'unusual hours' and 'travel for a few weeks at a time'?" Peter leans forward, his gaze intense, "I apologize if that was unclear, Julie. When I say 'unusual hours,' I mean that sometimes, we may have to work late into the night to meet deadlines or accommodate international clients. And by 'travel for a few weeks at a time,' I mean that we may have to spend extended periods in other cities or countries to secure deals or attend conferences.
The company will cover all expenses, of course, but the idea is that we'll be together, working closely, and representing the company in a way that goes beyond the usual expectations of a PA. It's about presence, influence, and the kind of impact that only comes from being seen and respected in the right circles."
Julie swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of the file in front of her. She’s heard whispers about corporate culture—how some executives expect more than just loyalty from their assistants. But this? This feels like a different kind of game entirely. She tries to keep her voice steady, her tone professional. "Mr. Hendrix, I appreciate the transparency. Petr smiles "Julie your a very attractive woman, I hope you don't mind me telling you that and you have a body that needs to look spectacular when you accopany me to meeting, I know it sounds very sexist, but I want them looking at you and have there mind on your presence when we are doing major deals, you'll be involved in every decision as my PA but your also my ace card. So getting the right person with the right outlook on my team is not only vital for the role, but will help the comapnt secure many major new clients and contracts and vital for the company overall, this is a ket high ranking role that will also pay very lucrative bonuses for the Clients and Contracts that we secure.
I want you to be the person that they remember and that they want to work with. I want you to be the person that they want to see again and again. You will be the face of the company, the person that they associate with my success and my vision. And with that, comes a responsibility to look the part, to be the part. I want you to be the most beautiful, the most desirable, the most alluring woman in the room. I want them to look at you and think, *that’s the woman who makes things happen.*"
Julie takes a deep breath, her pulse quickening. She’s never been one to shy away from hard work, but this?
This is a whole new level. Julie takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her fingers tracing the edge of the file in front of her. "Mr. Hendrix, I appreciate your confidence in me, but I must admit, this role is unlike anything I've ever considered. I'm flattered, truly, but I need some time to think about it. This isn't just about me, it's about my husband, my life, and the image I want to project."
Peter nods, his expression serious. "I understand completely, Julie. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Take the rest of the day to think about it. Talk to your husband, consider the implications. If you think its a role you can fill, then here is my card call me and I'd like to meet you and your husband to dicuss the full implications of anything that might get in the way of you spending quality time with him. If you decide its something that you want then you'll get my full support and the full support of the company. But I also understand if you think its not a role for you and you can go back to your old job. But please think long and hard about it and discuss it with yur husband because this isn't just a new job it will be a new lifestyle and it might not be for you. But if you want it, you'll eb great at it and potentially make a fortune for you and your husband to enjoy together. I think I have said everything I needed to say, do you have any other questions Julie?
Peter asked, his voice calm and measured.
Julie looked down at her hands, her fingers still gripping the edge of the file. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, but this? This felt like stepping into a world she didn’t fully understand, one that blurred the lines between professionalism and something far more personal. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Mr. Hendrix, I have one last question. If I were to accept this role, what would be expected of me in terms of... personal conduct?"
Peter’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Ah, personal conduct. How about we discuss that with your husband, I'm sure he'll be as interested in that as you are, decide if you want the job, not want it, but want to embrace the challenge and we can iron out the details, so both you and your husband can either decline it or embrace the role.
But I want you to know that if you accept this role, you will be expected to be my partner in every sense of the word. You will be the person who stands beside me, not just as my assistant, but as my equal in every way. You will be the person who I trust with my secrets, my dreams, and my desires. You will be the person who I look to for advice, for support, and for inspiration. You will be the person who I want to see when I walk into a room.
Julie stands pulls down her skirt that had ridden up, leans forward and shakes Peters hand and walks away, knowing full well that Peter is looking at her legs in her high heels and her cute ass as she walks away. She returns to her desk and can't wait for the day to end so she can talk to her husband Rick and tell him of the roll and the possibility of having to meet her new boss at their home.
She knows that Rick will be concerned about the extra hours and the travel, but she also knows that he will be intrigued by the idea of her being the face of the company and the allure of the extra income and bonuses. Julie takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts as she walks through the office, her heels clicking softly on the polished marble floor. She can hear the distant chatter of her coworkers, but her mind is elsewhere. She stops in front of her computer, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She needs to tell Rick about this, but she also needs to make sure she doesn't sound too eager or too hesitant.
The day finally ends and she drives off home and finds Rick already home and he's prepaired a nice chicken sald dinner and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate her getting down to the final interview for this job out of over one hundred applicants, he hopes she's done well, but doesn't want to seem to eager in case she's blown it.
Julie walks in and gives him a hug and a kiss and they sit down to eat. Rick looks at her and says "So how did it go today, did you get the job?" Julie smiles and says "Well, I'm one of the final two, but I'm not sure if I want it, it's a bit different to what I expected, the job is much more than just being a PA, it's more like being a partner to the new MD, and he wants me to look stunning and sexy whenever we are working together, he wants me to be the face of the company and the person that clients want to see again and again.
He wants them to look at me and think, 'that’s the woman who makes things happen.'"
Rick raises an eyebrow, "That sounds a bit... unprofessional, Julie. Are you sure you want to be involved in something like that?"
Julie takes a deep breath, "I know it sounds that way, but I think it's more about presence and influence, he wants me to be his equal in every way, and he's offering a huge salary and bonuses for the clients and contracts we secure.
But there's more, Rick. He wants to meet you, to discuss the role and the implications it might have on our marriage and our life together. He wants to make sure that you're comfortable with the idea of me traveling for weeks at a time and working late into the night."
Rick's fork pauses mid-air, his eyes widening slightly. "Traveling? For weeks? Julie, that's... that's a big change. I mean, I want you to have this opportunity, but I also want us to have a life together."
Julie reaches out, placing her hand over Rick's. "I know, and I want that too. That's why I need to talk to you about this.
He wants to meet you, Rick, to discuss it all in detail. He asked that we meet him here at our home, I guess so we'll be more comfortable in our own enviroment, he wants me to call him tomorrow and let me know if I want the job and if I do, then he wants us to invite him here, so we can all discuss what my new role entails"
Rick looks down at his plate, stirring his salad slowly, his expression unreadable. "You know, Julie, I've always been proud of you. You're ambitious, you work hard, and you've always put our family first. But this... this feels like a different kind of game. I mean, I get that you want to advance in your career, but this seems like it's going to be more about... about being someone’s personal unoffical wife."
Julie nods, understanding his hesitation. "Rick I love you deeply and your all I ever want in my life and I'll turn the job down if you tell me too, but I do feel kinda excited at the prospect of what the job could bring us in the long term, we potentially could both pay of the house and retire early and travel the world, or we stay as we are and pay of the house in ten maybe fifteen years and retire on our pensions. The prospect of what I think Peter Hendrix really wants does scare me, but it also excites me, but I don't want any of it, if it's going to harm our marriage".
Rick's voice is quiet, but firm. If this guy wants you to look sexy all the time, I'd guess its fair to say he'll want other men to look at you that way and if he's working that close with you I think its also fair to say at some point he's going to make a pass at you and the question you have to answer is, would that stop you taking the job?
Julie, you've always been honest with me, and I want you to be honest with me now. Do you think you could handle that? Rick asked, his voice low and serious.
Julie took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her wine glass. She looked at Rick, really looked at him—the way his salt-and-pepper hair curled slightly at the edges, the quiet intensity in his hazel eyes, the way his hands always found something to do when he was thinking. She knew Rick wasn’t just asking about her professional boundaries. He was asking about her heart.
"I think I could," she said carefully. But Rick him making a pass at me and him touching me are two issues, how would you feel if he was touching me, kissing me, feeling my tits and maybe even fucking me, could you handle that?" Julie asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto the wine glass in her hands.
Rick's face darkened, his jaw tightening. "I'd feel like a fool, but maybe I am already a fool". Rick got up and got his laptop, he booted it up and directed the browser to his search history of the various internet sites he'd visited and placed it in front of Julie. "I'm not proud of myself, but I'm very proud of you being my wife and for some years now I've kept a secret from you and its that I've had a fantasy for some time of watching you with another man". Julie was silent as she looked through the search history and opened page after page of stories and pictures of husband jacking off and watching their wives having sex with other men.
She felt a strange mix of shock and excitement as she saw the images, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through the content. Her mind raced, trying to process what she was seeing and what it meant for her and Rick.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and her voice barely audible. "Rick, what does this mean? Why haven't you told me about this?"
Rick sighed, rubbing his temples. "I didn't want to burden you with my fantasies, Julie. I've always been a faithful husband, and I never wanted to risk losing you. But sometimes, I find myself watching these things, imagining you with someone else. sometimes I can't help but get an erection when I see guys looking at you when we go out together and sometimes I even jack off when I see how sexy you looking going to work and my imagination runs wild of what your co workers might be thinking about you when you go to work looking so dame sexy".
Rick said as he leaned back in his chair, his voice low and strained, his eyes locked on Julie's face.
Julie stared at the images on the screen, her mind racing with a mix of confusion and arousal. She had never expected this from Rick, and the realization sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through her body. "Rick, I don't know what to say. I mean, I know you've always been faithful to me, and I appreciate that. But this... this is a lot to take in."
She looked up at Rick, her eyes searching his face for some kind of reassurance. "Why now?
Why tell me this now?" Julie asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Rick exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around his wine glass. "Because I love you, Julie. I want you to know the truth about me, even if it’s uncomfortable. And because this job—this role you’re considering—it’s making me realize how much I’ve been missing out on. How much I’ve been denying myself. How much I’ve been pretending that I don’t want to see you with someone else."
Julie swallowed hard, her gaze flickering back to the screen. The images were explicit, the fantasies raw and unfiltered.
Julie’s breath hitched as she saw Rick’s own arousal in the photos—his hands gripping his glass, his face flushed, his body betraying desires he’d kept locked away. She felt a strange, electric pull between her thighs, her body responding in ways she didn’t fully understand.
She played a video of a man fucking another mans wife as her partner watched, filmed it and stroked his cock, she paused studying the content more closely. There were stories of wives who enjoyed being watched, of husbands who fantasized about their partners with others. Some were romantic, some were kinky, but all of them centered on the same core idea: *desire for someone else’s touch.*
Julie’s fingers brushed against her own thigh, tracing the fabric of her skirt. She stood up and unbuttoned her skirt, leaving her in just her garter belt and black stockings. She put the laptop screen in front of Rick saying "watch the video" she then dropped to her kneed before him, pulled out his very hard and erct cock and started to gently stroke him saying "so Rick when you watch these videos, do you imagine its me in them being fucked and its you watching and wanking your cock?"
Rick nodded and said "yes, but I've never told you about it before, I didn't want to upset you or make you think I didn't love you, but I do love you so much and I want you to know that I want you to be happy and if this job makes you happy and you want to take it, then I want you to take it, but I want you to know that I want you to be honest with me about what's going on and I want you to know that I want to be involved in any way I can, even if it means watching you with another man".
Julie was silent for a while "So if I take this job, your happy for me, your wife to have sex with my new boss as long as I tell you all about it or do you want to watch, either on your phone if we are working away, or be in the same room and watch him fucking your wife?" Julie said her voice low and firm.
Rick's breath hitched, his cock throbbing in her grip. "I—I want to watch. I want to see him inside you. I want to see the way he takes you, the way you look when he’s fucking you. I want to see your lips around his cock, then you tell me every filthy detail after."
Julie moaned softly, her hand tightening around his shaft. "So you're saying you want to be my pimp? You want to share me with him? You want to watch him fuck me and then have me tell you every little thing that he does to me?"
Rick nodded, his eyes dark with arousal. "Yes.
But more than that—I want to be *part of it.*" His voice dropped to a rough whisper. "I want to help undress you before he arrives. I want to hear you moan his name while he fucks you. And afterward, when you’re curled up in my lap, I want him to watch while I clean you up with my tongue."
Julie’s grip on his cock faltered for a second, her lips parting. The image he painted—her on her knees whispering to her boss, then collapsing into Rick’s arms afterward—was too vivid, too *real.* She swallowed hard, her voice thick.
"And what if I told you... that the idea of you watching, of you *wanting* this... it makes me wetter than anything Peter Hendrix has ever offered?"
* Rick groaned, his hips lifting involuntarily. "God, Julie—"
* She cut him off, her thumb swiping over the bead of pre-cum at his tip. "I *like* the thought of him looking at me like this. Like I’m his to use, his to show off. But knowing you’re right there, knowing you’re *hard* for it... that’s what really gets me excited, but also sacred that it might come between us."
* She leaned forward, her lips brushing the head of his cock before pulling back just enough to tease. Julie increased the pace of stroking hic cock until he shot a huge spray of cum into the air, all over her hand, his pants and the screen of the laptop. "Well I think this tells me that you really do like the idea, but I'm still not sure that if we go down this road that it won't ruin our marriage and that means more to me than fucking some other guy. Rick's cock recovers quickily and he is once again rock hard in her cum covered hand.
Rick looks down at Julie, his voice rough with arousal. "Julie I don't care if it ruins me, I just want you to be happy, and if this job makes you happy then I want you to have it, but I also want you and Peter to know that I will be part of this, I want to watch, I want to hear and I don't care if it changes me forever, so long as at the end of the day we are still us."
Julie nods slowly, her thumb smearing the last of his cum across her palm. "So you're serious? You want me to take this job, knowing full well that it might involve me being with Peter Hendrix?
You want me to be honest with you about it, and you want to be involved, even if it means watching us together?" Julie asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto Rick's face.
Rick nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, Julie. I want you to have this opportunity. I want you to be happy, and if this job makes you happy, then I want you to take it. But I also want to be a part of it, in any way you'll let me. I want to know everything, see everything. I want to be there for you, to support you, to...
Julie stood up and Rick pulled her hand "I need to make love to you Julie, I'm so turned on, lets go to bed and discuss this further as we make love".
Julie pulled her hand away "I think we both need to sleep on this, as for making love to me, I think all your getting tonight was that hand job, tonight I want you to sleep in the spare room and think about the implications of this proposal, you'll be spending a lot of time on your own wondering what I'm doing, so try it for tonight and tell me in the morning if you still feel the same way". Julie walked away and she knew Rick was looking at her stocking covered legs in her sexy heels as she walked away.
She went up to her room and closed the door behind her. She undressed slowly, her fingers tracing the lace of her garter belt and stockings. She took off her bra and tossed it onto the bed, her hands lingering on her body as she slid out of her panties. She stood in front of her mirror, her reflection meeting her gaze. She could see the flush in her cheeks, the way her breath came faster, the way her nipples were hard and erect.
She was confused, she'd been faithful throughout her marriage and here was her husband saying he had fantasies of her cheating on him and him actually liking the idea, not just liking but encouraging her. She didn't know if she should be over joyed or mad a hell. But she knew she was turned on, she tok her vibrator from the bedside cabinet, lay back on the bed and turned the vibrator on full speed and pushed it hard against her clit, her head sank back into her pillow as her mind pondered what Rick would be going, he mid found itself thinking of Peter Hendrix, she thought it was wrong but what her husband was proposing was also so wrong, but if that was the case why did it turn her on so much.
Julie could feel her climax rising as her mind worked overtime, but this just wasn't enough for her, she opened the bedside draw and took out her dildo, she didn't need any lube for this big fake cock as her pussy was already soaking. She had never considered herself a cheater, but the idea of Rick wanting her to be with another man, of him watching and encouraging it, was both thrilling and terrifying. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Peter Hendrix and what he might want from her.
She trust the dildo between her pussy lips, in her mind it was Peter fucking herfor the first time, she imagined Rick sat in the chair at the corner of the bed, naked, his hard cock in his hand and stroking it so quickly as he watched Peter fucking her. she pushed harder and faster with the dildo, her climax building and building until finally she reached the point of no return and she imagined Peter deep inside her pumping her full of his hot cum as her husband Rick stood to her side and shot his load of cum all over her face. Her climax was so intense she thought she might pass out and when she finally came back to her senses, she was covered in persperation. She felt relieved and satisfied, but she also felt terified that this could one day become a reality and if it did, would it be an end to her perfect marriage with a husband that she loved so so much.
Rick retired to the spare room, it was the first time in his married lifr he had not slept with Julie under the same roof. He wondered if his admission to her tonight had been a step too far, maybe he should have kept his fantasy a secret. But having had these feelings and desires for so long it was killing him not coming clean with Julie and admitting his feelings. The desire to see other men want her, to desire her and even touch hae and maybe even fuck her were so strong inside him. But he had to admit the jealousy and toment of seeing his wife actually being touched, kissed, fondled and fucked was teriffying, but in addition to that it had his cock rock hard and the feeling of desire to watch her with another man in the pit of his stomarch was too strong to dismiss.
He stripped down to his boxers and lay on the single bed in the spare room and his mind was drawn to the images and the videos he had shown Julie. Her reaction to them had been one of shock but also one of arousal so strong she had dropped to her knees and given him a handjob, he couldn’t remember the last time she had touched him with such wanton desire in her eyes. He could still feel her fingers around his shaft and her lips so close to the head of his cock, he groaned quietly and slipped his boxers down, wrapping his hand around his aching cock and began to slowly stroke himself.
He thought of Julie in her black stockings and garter belt with her fingers working his shaft and her mouth on his cock, she was bent forward and another man was behing her fucking her hard as she sucked his cock, he couldn't make out the mans face, his mind was racing. Maybe it was her new boss if she took the job. His mind was in full imagination overtime. Julie looked into his eyes, as she did she pulled his very hard cock from between her lips saying "Honey, you were so right, this guy is balls deep inside me and I've cum more time tonight that I do with you in a week. Fuck baby, his cock is huge and I can feel he's just about to fill me with his hot cum. Tell me Rick will you lick is cum from your wifes well fucked pussy".
At the point Rick shot his load, not just over his hand but it shot high into the air and some landed on his own chin. When he finally came to his senses, he was shocked at how excited he had been at the fantasy of seeing his own wife being fucked. He closed his eyes and before he realised what he was doing he had run his finger through the cum that had landed on his chin and pushed it into his own mouth.
The second he tasted himself mixed with Julie’s fantasy the warmth and the saltiness of his own release sent another shiver through his body and his cock jerked once more. He ran his fingers down his chest and covered them with his cum and brought them to his mouth, with eyes closed he imagined he was lapping another mans cum from his wifes pussy and he could immediatly feel his cock hardening again. Before the night was out he can cum another two times and his cock was raw from the constant action of his hand milking himself. Eventually exhausted and with empty balls he fell into a deep sleep. but even that didn't help as his dreams were all of his wife being used and fucked by other men and when he awoke the following morning his red, sore cock was once again hard, but it was far too sensative for him to stroke any more.