Julie and Rick are both in their 30's, Rick is an Engineer and Julie is a secretary, she has an oppertunity to be the personnal assistant for the new Managing Director of the huge company she works for and has been shortlisted down to the final two candidates, but she's a little suprised that the role will involve a lot more than just paperwork and answering the phone.

Chapter 2: The following Morning

Rick sits at the dinning table drinking his hot black coffee. He's laid on a nice breakfast spread for Julie, almost an apology for revealing his fantasies to her, but he's a little nervous as to what her mood and her decision towards the new job role will be.

The coffee is strong and black, eventually Julie cmes downstairs to the kitchen, she looks emaculate, like she's walking onto a film set. Her dress is red with a low cut showing a nice glimpse of her breasts, her eaist is small and the dress is just above knee length, she's wearing black nylons and red open toed ankle strapped stilletto heels, around her neck is a single diamond pendant necklace and her hair is swept back and in a ponytail.

She looks stunning, but there's a tension in her eyes that Rick can't quite place. She walks into the kitchen and he looks up from his coffee, his heart racing slightly. He stands up and pulls out a chair for her, his voice soft and gentle. "Julie, you look beautiful."

Julie sits down, her eyes flicking over the breakfast spread, her voice calm but measured. "Thank you. I think I know what I want to do." She takes a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. "But I need to talk to you about it first. About us."

Rick nods slowly, his expression serious.

"I'm listening."

Julie takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving Rick's face. "I want to take the Managing Director PA position. But I want to do it on one condition."

Rick's eyebrows raise slightly, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What condition?"

Julie leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I want you to be a part of it. Not just in the sense of supporting me, but in the way you’ve already hinted at. I want you to be involved in my new role—however that looks."

Rick exhales slowly, his hands tightening around his coffee cup. "Julie, I that's all I want too, I want to be in touch with you all the time, be able to see everything that goes on and be on hand to help, assist and even come and get you if things don't go the way you want them too, I want to be your guardian, your protector, your husband, your lover, your voyuer and wrapped into one and I'm also all yours and will always be all yours, I love you more than anything else in the world".

Rick said as he reached across the table and took Julie's hand in his own.

Julie looked down at their entwined fingers, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know you do, and I love you for it. But this is a big step, Rick. It's not just about me taking a new job, it's about us exploring a whole new dynamic in our relationship. It's about trust, and honesty, and communication. And it's about you being okay with seeing me with someone else, with watching me with someone else."

Rick nodded, his thumb brushing over the back of Julie's hand. "I know. And I'm ready for it. I want this, Julie. Julie smiled "good, then how about we invite Peter over for dinner tonight, he said he wanted to meet you and talk over his plans for me and the company and I'll cook us a nice meal and we can discuss everything like adults".

Rick nodded and said "that sounds like a plan, but I think I should be the one to cook, I want to show him that I'm not just okay with this, but I'm also willing to put in the effort to make this work for all of us". Julie laughed "okay, but you know I'm the better cook, so don't mess this up". Rick smiled "I won't, I promise".

Rick decided to miss work and spent the day cleaning the house and preparing a meal fit for a king, he wanted to show Peter that he was not just a man who was okay with his wife being with him for extended hours and event travelling the world with him, but one who wanted to be in regular contact with his wife and be kept up to date on everything.

Rick finally asked one more thing of Julie "tonight when Peter visits, will you wear my favorite black fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings, the ones with the french pointed heel along with those red ankle strap high heels and your black dress that has the deep split that gives a glimpse of your stocking tops when you walk. That would not just have me turned on all night, but I'm sure it'll give Peter a clear indication of your intentions too". Julie smiled "for you Rick it'll be my pleasure and I'll even leave my panties off as I know how turned on you get when we go out and I don't wear panties, don't think I've never noticed how excited you get when you see other men checking me out".

Julie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she said this, knowing exactly how much it would excite Rick.

Rick's eyes darkened with desire, his voice barely above a whisper. "Julie, I'm going to enjoy every second of this. I can't wait to see you in those stockings and heels tonight. And I'll be watching you like a hawk, making sure Peter knows exactly what he's getting himself into." His hand tightened around hers, a silent promise that he would be there for her, no matter what happened.

Julie felt a thrill run through her as she watched Rick's expression. She knew he was serious, that he meant every word.

Julie arrived at work and her first job was to Ring Peter and let him know thatshe was still interested in the role of being his personnel assitant and she'd spoken with her husband and if Peter was free, perhaps he'd like to join them at there home for dinner, where Peter could meet Rick and he could fill any gaps in what was expected from Julie as part of her new role working for him. Peter was delighted, he already had Julies address from the HR dept and they agreed that he would be with them for at &pm and Julie suggest he dress smart casual, no need for a full business suit just to enjoy dinner.

Julie hung up the phone and sat back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips. She knew Rick would be waiting for her at home, his anticipation already building.

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Julie arrived home just before 5:30 pm. The house was immaculate, the scent of freshly baked bread and something savory wafting through the air. Rick was in the kitchen, rolling out dough, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. He looked up as she walked in, his hazel eyes lighting up with warmth.

"Hey, you," he said, his voice low and warm. "You look beautiful."

Julie smiled, her eyes taking in his appearance.

"You look good enough to eat yourself," he teased, stepping closer to her. "But I think you're saving that for Peter."

Julie ran upstairs to change, she didn't want to wear her work clothes tonight, she needed to look irresitable, she took a shower and spent an age doing her hair and putting on her makeup before getting dressed in the clothes discuused with Rick, finally she looked at herself in the mirror and was more than pleased with the result.

She looked stunning, the black fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings clung to her legs and the french pointed heels made her legs look even longer, the black dress was low cut and the split up the side was high enough to show a glimpse of her stocking tops when she walked, she had left her panties off as requested by Rick and she could feel the cool air on her pussy as she walked. She was ready to meet Peter.

She walked back downstairs and into the kitchen, Rick had just finished setting the table and he turned to look at her as she entered. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance, his mouth slightly open in awe. "Julie, you look... incredible.

I mean, I've seen you in that dress before, but tonight... you look like a million bucks. Peter isn't going to know what hit him." He walked over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I must say, I'm quite looking forward to seeing his reaction."

Julie smiled, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you, Rick. I wanted to make sure I looked... appetizing." She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine. "Would you like a glass before Peter arrives?"

Rick nodded, his eyes still locked on her. "Yes, please. And maybe we could have a little toast. To new beginnings, and...

to the future we're building together."

Julie poured two glasses of wine, her fingers brushing against Rick’s as she handed him his. "To new beginnings," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rick’s gaze lingered on her lips before meeting her eyes. "And to the future we’re building together," he said, his voice thick with meaning.

Julie took a sip of her wine, her eyes flickering down to his crotch before she caught herself. She knew he was already hard beneath his slacks, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. She cleared her throat, trying to sound casual.

"You know, I was thinking about something while I was getting ready tonight."

Rick leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, his hazel eyes sharp with curiosity. "Oh?"

Julie took another sip of wine, her gaze lingering on his mouth before she met his eyes again. "I was wondering if you’d ever thought about what it would be like if Peter touched me."

Rick’s breath hitched slightly, his fingers tightening around his wineglass. "Julie..."

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, I know you’ve already told me about your fantasies. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot too.

About what it would feel like to have someone else’s hands on me. Not just in my head, but in reality. And I’ve been doing some… research."

Rick’s eyes darkened, his voice barely above a whisper. "Research?"

Julie nodded, her fingers tracing the rim of her wineglass. "I’ve been using a toy. Just to… explore. To see what it would feel like to be touched by someone else. To be watched." She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to his lap again. "I’ve been thinking about you watching me with Peter. About how it would make you feel."

Rick’s breath hitched, his jaw tightening.

He forced himself to stay still, to keep his expression neutral. "Julie," he said, his voice rough with restraint. "You don’t have to do this."

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to. I want to see what it feels like, what it would be like to have you watching me with Peter. To know that you’re there, that you’re part of it."

Rick’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. He wanted to tell her to stop, to tell her that it was too much, that he couldn’t handle it. But he knew she was serious.

He could see it in her eyes, the determination, the curiosity, the excitement. And he knew, deep down, that he wanted this too. He wanted to see her with Peter, to watch her, to be a part of it. He wanted to see her pleasure, to hear her moans, to know that he was the one who had given her this experience.

He took a deep breath, his voice steady. "I want to watch you, Julie. I want to see you with Peter. I want to be a part of this, with you, for you."

Julie's eyes widened slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "Really?"

Rick nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Really.

The conversation was cut short as the doorbell rang and they knew the time for discussion was at an end, Peter had arrived.

Rick took a deep breath and walked towards the door, Julie followed close behind, her heart pounding in her chest. Rick opened the door and Peter stood there, dressed in a smart casual outfit, a bottle of wine in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. He looked surprised to see Rick, but quickly recovered and held out his hand to shake Rick's. "Rick, I presume?

Peter, extending his hand. Rick took it, giving it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, Peter. Please, come in." He stepped aside, allowing Peter to enter. Peter's eyes flicked over Rick, taking in his appearance, before landing on Julie. His gaze darkened as he took in her dress, his eyes lingering on the split that revealed a glimpse of her stocking tops. "Julie, you look... stunning." He leaned in, kissing her cheek. Julie blushed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Peter. You look quite dashing yourself." She took the flowers from him, inhaling their scent. "These are beautiful.

I'll just go put them in some water," Julie said, turning towards the kitchen. Peter's gaze followed her, his eyes lingering on her seamed stockings as she walked away. Rick cleared his throat, drawing Peter's attention back to him. "Can I get you a drink, Peter? We have wine, beer, or I could make you a cocktail if you'd like." Peter smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "A beer would be great, thanks." Rick nodded and headed to the kitchen, leaving Peter and Julie alone in the living room. Peter turned to Julie, his voice low. "You look incredible, Julie.

Rick's a lucky man," Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper. Julie blushed, her eyes flicking up to meet his. presentable." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Rick has a... particular appreciation for this dress." Peter's gaze dropped to the deep V-neck, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts. "I can see why," he said, his voice thick with desire. Julie's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching slightly. She could feel the heat radiating from Peter, could see the hunger in his eyes.

Julie led Peter to the sofa, she got him a beer and put the flowers in some water, when she returned she sat next to Peter and Rick joined them and sat on the chair opposit them. Rick spoke first "so Peter Julie tells me that you needed to see me to discuss your final decision to appoint her as your P A. Well I'm very interested to find out why my thoughts would influence your decision if my wife is suitable for the role?" Rick said, his voice calm and collected, but Julie could sense the tension beneath his words.

Peter took a sip of his beer, his eyes flicking between Rick and Julie. "Well, Rick, I think it's important that we're all on the same page here. This role is going to be demanding, and it's going to require a lot of Julie's time and attention. I want to make sure that she's fully committed to it, and that she has your support."

Rick nodded slowly, his fingers tapping against his glass. "I see. And you think that my thoughts on the matter would indicate whether or not she's fully committed?"

Peter leaned back against the sofa, his eyes never leaving Rick's.

"I think it's important that we're all honest with each other, Rick. I want to know that Julie is fully committed to this role, and that means being open about what that commitment entails."

Rick's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "And what exactly does that entail, Peter?"

Peter turned to Julie, his expression softening. "It means being willing to go the extra mile, Julie. It means being ready to travel at a moment's notice, to work late nights, to be available 24/7. It means being ready to... adapt to new situations, new challenges."

Julie's breath hitched slightly, her eyes flicking to Rick before settling back on Peter.

Peter continued "It also means that Julie and me will be working very closly together for hours, days and weeks on end and throughout that I want her to look like she does now, a godess that every day would give his right arm to be with, your the lucky gut that's her husband and I'm sure even you have noticed how other men look at her and desire her. I want you to be comfortable knowing that my intentions are clear from the outset, I ave no intention of getting in the way of the two of you as a couple or of causing problems with your marriage. But having your wife spend so much time with another man can cause issues in a relationship and I don't want to be the cause of that, in fact I'd prefer that I have your complete trust from the outset and that my working relationship with your wife only helps to bring the two of you closer, not drive tou apart. I'm married to my job and my carear, so I'm not trying to steal your wife away from you, but I will be showing her off as the new dinamic face of the company and yes her looks and sex appeal will be exploited to some degree".

Rick pondered for a moment to try and understand what Peter had just said, it was a lot of words, but it never really touched on the things that were in his fantasy and he needed not to rush in and spoil things for Julie.

He took a deep breath and asked "So Peter, you're saying that you want me to be okay with you and Julie working closely together, with you showing her off as the face of the company and that you want my blessing to do so, but you're not interested in my wife in that way, you're just interested in her professional abilities and how she can help you and the company?"

Peter nodded "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. but I'd be lying if I wasn't temped by your wife myself, after all I'm only human and your wife is a very desirable woman. But to be totally open with you, I'm a tiger in the board room and with all forms of business, but in my personnel life, I'm much more laid back and truth told preffer to be dominated by the woman I'm closest too and your wife has shown through her past carear that she's very strong willed and happy to take command and its that push back that would make us a strong team and make us a match that will take the company way ahead of the competition, I just have a feeling that your wife has everything needed for the role and more, but I need you to be comfortable with her filling that role".

Peter said as he took another sip of his beer.

Rick looked at Julie, who had been listening intently, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He could see the fire burning in her gaze, the way she was biting her lip, the way her fingers were tracing the rim of her wineglass. Rick knew she was thinking about what Peter had said, about the implications of it all.

Rick took a deep breath, his voice steady and measured. "Peter, I appreciate your honesty. And I understand that you want to make sure Julie is fully committed to this role. But I also want to make sure that we're all on the same page here and it sounds like we are, so give me a moment and I'll serve dinner". Rick got up and went to the kitchen leaving Peter with Julie.

Julie turned to Peter, her voice low. "That was... intense. I had no idea you were going to be so open about everything." "I believe in being honest, Julie. I want you to know exactly what you're getting into, and I want Rick to be comfortable with it too."

Julie nodded, her gaze flicking to the kitchen where Rick was preparing dinner. "I just hope he's okay with all of this. I don't want to lose him, but I also don't want to give up this opportunity."

Peter reached out, his hand covering hers. "He'll be okay, Julie. He loves you, and he wants you to be happy and I for one will only do whatever you think is right and if I cross any boundry that you and Rick don't like, then I'll make it right you have my word".

Rick calls them and they all sit and enjoy a very spectacular meal together, along with two bottles of wine, Julie feels a little typsy, but still agrees to have coffee and brandies after the desert. The three return to the living room and once again Julie sits next to Peter on the sofa and Rick sits in his armchair as they enjoy the brandies.

Julie finally speak "Peter you mentioned that you like to be dominated by your assitant, I assume that is outside of the business and official meetings, like when we are working alone together?" Peter nodded "yes, that's correct, I find that I work better with someone who is strong willed and can take charge, I find that being at my level in the business, everyone wants to say the right thing, but in private I need an assitant that will question my decisions and proposals and it helps with your experiance that your outlook will differ from mine and thats what will make us such a great team.

but I also have to admit that in my personal life I prefer to be dominated by a strong woman, I find it very exciting and it turns me on, but I would never cross any lines with an employee, I have too much respect for them and their position, but if they were to initiate something, then I would be open to it, but I would never be the one to make the first move unless they aked, that's not my style".

Julie smiled, finally she was getting near the truth of her new role, she looked into Rick's eyes, but spoke to Peter and maybe the wine was helping relax her too much "So I could nelp but notice, your eyes have been on my legs most of the night, I assume you like my black seamed nylons and heels, I know my husband does, he says they turn him on so much, I'm sat here next to you Peter, do you have the desire to run your hands up my legs right now?" Peter looked at Julie, his eyes darkening with desire, he looked at Rick, who was watching him intently, he could see the tension in Rick's body, but also the excitement in his eyes. Peter turned back to Julie, his voice low "Julie, I'm not going to lie, you look incredibly sexy tonight, and yes, your legs in those stockings and heels are driving me crazy, but I would never do anything without your husbands consent and I would never do anything without your consent, I'm not that kind of man, but if you were to ask me to touch you, I would be more than happy to do so, but only if your husband is okay with it, so Rick would you mind if I touched your wife's sexy legs and more importantly Julie, would you like me to feel your legs?"

Rick sat forward in his armchair, his jaw tight, his fingers gripping the armrests. He looked at Julie, his eyes searching hers. "Julie, what do you want?" Julie took a deep breath, her gaze flickering between Rick and Peter. She could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation, the excitement. She looked at Peter, her voice barely above a whisper. "Peter, I want you to touch me. I want you to run your hands up my legs, to feel how soft they are, to see if they make you as hard as they make Rick." Peter's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving hers. "Julie, if you want me to touch you, I will.

But I need to hear you say it. And I need Rick's consent," Peter said, his voice steady despite the desire burning in his eyes.

Julie turned to Rick, her heart pounding in her chest. "Rick, I want this. I want Peter to touch me. I want you to watch. I want us to explore this together."

Rick's gaze locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Julie. If this is what you want, then I want it too. But we go at your pace, and you say stop at any time, for any reason."

Julie smiled, her eyes shining with excitement and gratitude.

She could feel the warmth of Peter’s gaze on her, the anticipation building like a slow-burning fire. She turned back to Peter, her voice soft but steady.

"Thank you, Rick," she whispered, her fingers brushing against Peter's arm in a gesture of reassurance. "I want this. I want you to see me like this."

Peter’s breath caught, his fingers flexing slightly. He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Julie, I’ve been trying to control myself all night. But if you’re sure, I’ll do whatever you want."

Julie nodded, her gaze never leaving Rick’s.

The air in the room had thickened, charged with the quiet understanding between them. She reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of Peter’s knee, her touch light but deliberate. "Peter," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the conversation, "I want you to touch me. Right here." She gestured to her thigh, just above the hem of her dress, where the black seam of her stocking peeked out.

Peter exhaled slowly, his breath shaky. He glanced at Rick again, who sat rigid in his armchair, his jaw clenched so tight Julie could see the faint outline of his teeth. Rick’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t speak.

Julie could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between desire and anxiety. She reached out, her hand covering his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We’re in this together, Rick," she whispered. "I promise."

Peter, watching their exchange, waited for Rick’s nod before he slowly, almost reverently, placed his hand on Julie’s thigh. His fingers traced the edge of her dress, the heat of his touch seeping through the thin fabric. Julie’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, locking onto Rick’s gaze.

Peter’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Julie’s breath caught, her body tensing slightly before relaxing into the touch. Rick’s eyes were locked onto her, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the silent permission in it, and it made her pulse quicken.

“Julie,” Peter murmured, his voice rough with restraint, “you’re so beautiful. So perfect.” His fingers traced the seam of her stocking, the delicate fabric whispering against her skin. Julie shifted slightly, her hips pressing into the sofa cushion, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

Rick’s fingers tightened around his glass, his knuckles white. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. Julie closed her eyes as peter's hand dropped down to her ankle and worked its way higher and higher until he reached the tops of her stockings and his hand was on her white thigh, Julie then stopped him saying , I think if you like to be dominated, I'd like you to get on the floor Peter, remove my high heels and worship my feet with your mouth".

Peter's eyes widened slightly, his breath catching, but he didn't hesitate. He stood up, his movements deliberate, and knelt in front of her on the carpet. Rick watched in stunned silence, his gaze flicking between Julie and Peter as he realized what she was asking for. Julie's voice was soft but commanding, "Peter, take off my shoes." Peter reached for her heels, his fingers deftly unclasping the straps and pulling them off. Julie wiggled her toes, enjoying the sensation of the cool carpet against her feet. Peter's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her feet, her toes painted a delicate pink.

He looked up at Julie, his gaze questioning. "And now, Julie?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Julie's eyes met Rick's, a silent communication passing between them. She saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he was gripping the arms of his chair, but also the heat in his gaze, the desire. She turned back to Peter, her voice steady. "Now, Peter, I want you to worship my feet. Kiss them, lick them, show me how much you appreciate them."

Peter's breath hitched, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sole of her foot.

His tongue traced the arch, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against her skin. Julie closed her eyes, her body arching slightly into the sofa as she felt the sensation of his mouth on her feet. She could hear Rick’s sharp intake of breath, feel the tension in the air as Peter’s tongue flicked over her toes, his fingers gently massaging her arch.

Julie’s voice was barely a whisper, her fingers laced together in her lap. "Peter, that feels so good." She turned her head slightly, meeting Rick’s gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched tightly, his fingers digging into the armrests of his chair.

Julie could see the struggle in his gaze, the war between his desire and his anxiety. "We're in this together, Rick," she whispered.

Peter's tongue continued its slow exploration of her feet, his hands massaging her calves, his touch firm and sure. Julie could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to the intimacy of the moment. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as Peter's tongue traced the sensitive skin behind her knee.

Rick's grip on her hand tightened, his breath coming in short gasps. Julie opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She looked down at Peter "now Peter I want you to lick the seamed of my stockings and as she said this she pulled her dress up and lifted her legs. Peter could see she wan't wearing panties and her hair covered pussy came into view and her pinl pussy lips were wet with excitement.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the seam of her stocking, starting at her ankle and working his way up. Julie's breath hitched, her body tensing as Peter's tongue reached the sensitive skin where her stocking ended and her thigh began. She could feel the heat of his breath, the wetness of his tongue, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

Rick watched, his eyes locked onto the sight of Peter's tongue on Julie's thigh. He could see the way her body was responding, the way her breath was coming in short gasps, the way her fingers were gripping the edge of the sofa. Finally Julie stopped him "well Peter, I think that's enough for tonight, you've got the clear message now of my commitment to the role of working with you and you have a clear undersy=tand of my husbands position on the matter. As far as I know you still have one other candidate to consider and I think we should call it a night now, so you can make your dicistion. You can call we when you've madw your choice, but I'd like everything in witting beofe I formally accept, confirming the salary, the allowances and the bonuses.

I'll need to have the contract in my hands within the next two days, so I hope we've given you a frank and honest answer to your questions, but I really think you should call it a night now, as I think my husband wants to make love to his wife and I must be honest your attention to my stockings has me a little turned on and I really need to feel him inside me as soon as possible.

I'm sure you understand, Peter. Rick nodded slowly, his gaze flickering between Julie and Peter. He could see the desire in Julie's eyes, the way she was biting her lip, the way she was shifting restlessly on the sofa. He knew she wanted him, and he wanted her too. Peter stood up, his movements deliberate. He looked at Rick, his eyes filled with quiet understanding. "I understand, Julie. I'll call you tomorrow with my decision." He turned to Julie, his voice soft. "Julie, I hope you know that I'll be thinking of you. And I'll be sure to let you know my choice." He left the house, closing the door softly behind him.

Rick watched him go, his chest tight with a mix of relief and lingering desire. He turned back to Julie, who was still sitting on the sofa, her legs slightly parted, her dress hiked up just enough to reveal the edge of her stockings and the dampness between her thighs.

Rick stood up slowly, his movements deliberate. He reached out, his fingers brushing the back of her knee, tracing the seam of her stocking. Julie shivered, her breath hitching slightly.

"Julie," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire, "I want you.

Now."

Julie's eyes met his, her breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Rick. I want you too."

Rick didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his hands cupping her face, his lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Julie's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his erection pressing against her through his pants.

Rick's hands slid down he quickly removed his pants and was soon balls deep inside Julie fucking her like it was there wedding night. The two were so turned on by the evenings events that they bot climaxed very quickly. Rick immediatly dropped between her open legs and started lapping at her cum filled pussy, something he had never done before, but his cuckold fantasies drove him to try it and Julie loved it.

He could taste his own cum mixed with hers and it made him so hard, he was ready to go again. Julie was in heaven, she had never felt so desired and so turned on, she was ready to go again too. She looked down at Rick, his face buried between her legs, his tongue working her clit, she could feel another orgasm building. She reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him up to her, she wanted him inside her again. Rick stood up and she quickly turned around and bent over the sofa, she wanted him to take her from behind, she wanted to feel him deep inside her.

Rick didn't need to be asked twice, he quickly positioned himself behind her, his hands grabbing her hips and he slowly slid his cock back inside her, he could feel her pussy was still very wet and he could feel her muscles tighten around him as he started to slowly fuck her. Julie moaned in pleasure, she loved the feeling of him inside her, she loved the way he was filling her up. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, she wanted him to go deeper, she wanted to feel him hit her cervix.

Rick's hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her with increasing force.

Julie could feel the burn of pleasure spreading through her body, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she leaned forward, her forehead resting on the sofa cushion. The scent of their combined arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating.

"Rick," she breathed, her voice strained with desire. "I want you to fuck me harder. I want to feel every inch of you inside me."

Rick's breath hitched, his control slipping further with each word. He could hear the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, the rhythmic thud of his cock hitting the back of her pussy. His fingers traced the seam of her stockings, his touch sending shivers through her.

Julie’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as Rick’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. She could feel the sofa beneath her, the cool fabric against her skin, and the heat of Rick’s body pressing into her from behind.

She moaned, her voice barely audible, *"Rick, I can’t… I’m so close…"*

Rick’s grip tightened on her hips, his breath hot against her ear. *"Then come for me, Julie. Let me feel you."*

Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around him as an orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her voice raw with pleasure, her fingers clutching the edge of the sofa.

Rick’s cock pulsed inside her, his own release building as he watched her body shudder with each wave of her climax. His hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, his mouth crashing onto hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Julie could taste herself on his lips, the saltiness of her arousal mingling with the earthy taste of his own release. She moaned into the kiss, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.

Rick pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he panted. His hands slid down to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips before he finally started to pump his seed deep inside her. As his cock pulsed releasing his seed into his wife Julie climaxed again, he loked down at her "I sure hope you get this job, as I think its going to be a lot of fum and will sure widen our sex life".

Julie laughed "I sure hope so too, but I think we should get some sleep now, as we both have work in the morning and I'm sure you have a lot of thinking to do about what we've done tonight and what it means for our marriage and your fantasies".

Rick nodded "yes you're right, but I want to hold you tonight, I want to feel you next to me, I want to wake up with you in the morning, I want to know that we're okay and that we can talk about this". Julie kissed him hard. "I agree, lets go to bed".