My dear wife now asks me to write about the relationship she has with my friends and colleagues at work. To be honest, she's an exemplary wife in that regard too. It's been 5 years since I got this job. Before she knew them, the treatment towards me at the company was quite cold, but my wife's charm made her win a place of importance within the workplace. There's no party or gathering where we're not invited, and it's because, as I said, she knows how to become the life of the party.
The first time I was invited to a meeting at the General Manager's house, along with all the other executive employees, she knew how to gain my superior's trust. It's that way that today we still get invited to meetings, something she doesn't do with the rest of my colleagues.
I'm sure if I hadn't married María Laura, my working life would be much worse. I'd still be stuck behind a desk without ever relating to important people.
Once my sexual dissatisfaction was resolved thanks to my sex toy, it was time to take care of my economic needs too.
My husband is very good. Too good. He lacks the malice needed to make his way in business, and always had things happen that way. Others received promotions, privileges, awards, and many times for ideas he had. I decided then that I would let my husband work as usual, and I'd take care of creating opportunities for him to advance.
Not long after, a meeting was organized at the General Manager's house where we were invited. That day I got dressed with great attention to detail. With sober but sensual clothing that didn't show much but suggested everything. My husband was delighted.
As soon as we arrived, all his colleagues swarmed around us for Fabián to introduce us. In many of them I saw a gesture of incredulity. They couldn't convince themselves that the new guy had such a woman. Everyone rushed to offer me a I take, cigarettes and what I would like, things that I rejected kindly and with a smile, leaving me hanging from the arm of my husband, so everyone knew who was my owner. Especially the General Manager who came in a little later and although he was very diplomatic, undressed me with just one glance.
Jorge, who was the General Manager, was a man in his early 50s, with gray hair and an elegant and masculine bearing. He greeted each of his employees individually and finally arrived where we were.
- Fabián, I'm glad you're on our ship. I hope your task will be useful for the company.
- Thank you, Mr. General Manager, I present to my wife, María Laura.
- Mr. General Manager, it's a pleasure to meet you, I said with my best housewife face.
- Jorge, if you please, Mrs. So it's not my employee that I mention by the position I hold in the company.
We chatted for a few minutes about trivialities and then we were left alone while Jorge continued his tour. The last look he gave me made it clear that it wouldn't be the last.
Already during the meeting, an impromptu dance party was organized, and all the men without partners went up to dance with me. My husband, happy with the success of the meeting, encouraged me to dance with them. I resisted for a while and finally started dancing. It's worth noting that dancing is not something my husband likes, whereas I love it.
I had to control each couple after two topics, when they tried to get too close in an business meeting. And some were so bold that they even proposed taking me out to the park or combining to meet up another day. I told them all no with a smile and thanking their attentions. My task was not to offend anyone, to make life easier for my husband.
Finally, it was the General Manager's turn. He came over to our table and said that since his wife had traveled, he wanted to dance with me for a couple of pieces. My husband accepted delighted, and we went to the middle of the dance floor.
His behavior was more than correct, unlike the various scoundrels I had been in contact with that night.
- You dance very well, María Laura. Excuse me, can I call you Laurita? Names are too long for me.
- Of course, Jorge. You can call me whatever you like. There's no problem.
- I'll be dancing all night. You must be tired.
As if he had been watching me all night, eh? What a manager, I thought.
- A little truth to say, but I'm having a great time.
- As we were going up the stairs, he told me that the first door on the left was a cozy little room with very comfortable armchairs if I wanted to rest for a bit alone without anyone bothering me. You can go in and lock the door with a key to have all the privacy. That's how you recover from fatigue, he said neutrally.
- Thank you for your consideration, but I wouldn't want to trouble you.
- Please. There's no problem at all. In fact, that room is my private office next door. When you lock it with a key, only my office can be accessed from there, and only I have the key, he whispered in my ear, so nobody will bother you.
We kept dancing as if nothing was wrong, and when the piece ended, he left me at the table with my husband. I was spinning around in my head over this man's impudence. And at the same time, I was excited about the idea of running into him while this party went on with all that crowd and my husband included. It was the key we needed to move forward.
- Darling, I'm a bit tired, I said.
- We can leave whenever you want, he said.
- No, my love. I don't want you to miss the opportunity to socialize with this crowd. The woman from the coat check told me there's a private room upstairs where I can rest for a bit if it doesn't bother you. In half an hour, I'll be as good as new.
- That sounds fine, my love. You keep enjoying the party while I go rest.
I slipped away discreetly and made sure nobody noticed my intention.
I entered the room, locked the door. I recurred with my gaze. It was a very beautiful place. A large three-seater sofa and two individual sofas occupied the center of the living room, a soft carpet muffled the noise of footsteps, and lamps placed in the corners gave a semipenumbra that invited rest. A door open on one side, communicated with a small fully equipped bathroom, and on the other wall the door to Jorge's office.
I settled into the sofa and closed my eyes to rest a little.
A soft sound at the lock recurred through the atmosphere. A door opened and softly closed again.
A warm hand caressed my cheek and hair. I opened my eyes, and in front of me was Jorge looking at me with those eyes that were more than an invitation.
I'll do everything possible to help you relax, he said as his two hands caressed my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes again. The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders, and Jorge's hands were replaced by his mouth tracing my neck and shoulders now completely bare.
My dress is going to wrinkle, I said softly.
We can't let that happen, he said, lifting me from the sofa and making me spin around, then agilely lowering the zipper of my dress, which fell slowly to the floor, leaving only my lingerie. I stepped out of it, and Jorge picked it up and put it on one of the individual sofas.
When he returned, he hugged me softly while his mouth searched for mine. We found each other and merged in a long wet kiss.
I love people from this company. I hope my husband can progress here and never think about looking for another job.
Leave that to me, he said. He'll progress, and you'll always be satisfied.
After a moment, he withdrew and slowly took off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, and removed them, leaving only a silky boxer with an interesting bulge.
He made me sit down on the sofa again, and in front of me, he lowered his slip and offered me a hard and wet cock. It would be about 17 or 18 cm long. long. It wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen but it was respectable anyway. I took it with my hands and put it in my mouth. He grabbed me by the shoulders and with his eyes closed enjoyed the teasing of my tongue.
- Like this, like this, he said between his teeth.
After a few minutes, he suddenly separated from me.
- Unfortunately, we don't have all night, and taking hold of my hands made me stand up. He made me turn around and with skill removed the bra and panties I was still wearing. So, completely naked, he made me climb onto the sofa on my knees.
He positioned himself behind me and surprisingly it was his tongue that took possession of my sex. It gave me a ride to and from like never before. It hadn't been three minutes since I'd come like a princess.
Jorge waited patiently for me to finish my orgasm, and then the place of his tongue was occupied by his rod, which separated my vaginal lips and buried itself in one stroke until the end. His hands searched for my nipples, which were excited with the pebbles, and while he was sucking them, he gently massaged my nipples. The sensations were incredible.
We went on like that for a long time. I had already achieved orgasm so I was satisfied, and decided to reward him with one of mine as compensation. My hand searched for his balls between my legs and caressed them until I lost control. He drove into me hard and emptied himself like an animal, groaning and sighing.
I remained on top of him for a few minutes until he recovered. His soft cock slipped out of my body and behind it, jets of semen burst forth.
He separated from me and quickly got dressed.
- It wasn't bad for the first time. I hope to see you more often at these gatherings. You have the bathroom to get ready again. A pleasure having sex with you.
He turned around and left like he had entered. I went to the bathroom, washed off the smell of him and sex, got dressed again, and when I was almost ready, someone knocked on the door.
- My love, are you there?
I opened the door while I was adjusting my dress. - My life is passing, I was about to leave. - Well, let's go. I worried because you weren't coming. I feared you wouldn't feel well. - I'm perfectly fine, love. But I'll tell you that I did a mischief, I said smiling, since I was alone and the room was closed, I took off my dress so it wouldn't get wrinkled while I rested reclined. My husband laughed. - How innocent you are, dear. You're a real little girl. - A month later, they promoted my husband to sub-manager. Finally, they recognized his merits... And mine...
The first time I was invited to a meeting at the General Manager's house, along with all the other executive employees, she knew how to gain my superior's trust. It's that way that today we still get invited to meetings, something she doesn't do with the rest of my colleagues.
I'm sure if I hadn't married María Laura, my working life would be much worse. I'd still be stuck behind a desk without ever relating to important people.
Once my sexual dissatisfaction was resolved thanks to my sex toy, it was time to take care of my economic needs too.
My husband is very good. Too good. He lacks the malice needed to make his way in business, and always had things happen that way. Others received promotions, privileges, awards, and many times for ideas he had. I decided then that I would let my husband work as usual, and I'd take care of creating opportunities for him to advance.
Not long after, a meeting was organized at the General Manager's house where we were invited. That day I got dressed with great attention to detail. With sober but sensual clothing that didn't show much but suggested everything. My husband was delighted.
As soon as we arrived, all his colleagues swarmed around us for Fabián to introduce us. In many of them I saw a gesture of incredulity. They couldn't convince themselves that the new guy had such a woman. Everyone rushed to offer me a I take, cigarettes and what I would like, things that I rejected kindly and with a smile, leaving me hanging from the arm of my husband, so everyone knew who was my owner. Especially the General Manager who came in a little later and although he was very diplomatic, undressed me with just one glance.
Jorge, who was the General Manager, was a man in his early 50s, with gray hair and an elegant and masculine bearing. He greeted each of his employees individually and finally arrived where we were.
- Fabián, I'm glad you're on our ship. I hope your task will be useful for the company.
- Thank you, Mr. General Manager, I present to my wife, María Laura.
- Mr. General Manager, it's a pleasure to meet you, I said with my best housewife face.
- Jorge, if you please, Mrs. So it's not my employee that I mention by the position I hold in the company.
We chatted for a few minutes about trivialities and then we were left alone while Jorge continued his tour. The last look he gave me made it clear that it wouldn't be the last.
Already during the meeting, an impromptu dance party was organized, and all the men without partners went up to dance with me. My husband, happy with the success of the meeting, encouraged me to dance with them. I resisted for a while and finally started dancing. It's worth noting that dancing is not something my husband likes, whereas I love it.
I had to control each couple after two topics, when they tried to get too close in an business meeting. And some were so bold that they even proposed taking me out to the park or combining to meet up another day. I told them all no with a smile and thanking their attentions. My task was not to offend anyone, to make life easier for my husband.
Finally, it was the General Manager's turn. He came over to our table and said that since his wife had traveled, he wanted to dance with me for a couple of pieces. My husband accepted delighted, and we went to the middle of the dance floor.
His behavior was more than correct, unlike the various scoundrels I had been in contact with that night.
- You dance very well, María Laura. Excuse me, can I call you Laurita? Names are too long for me.
- Of course, Jorge. You can call me whatever you like. There's no problem.
- I'll be dancing all night. You must be tired.
As if he had been watching me all night, eh? What a manager, I thought.
- A little truth to say, but I'm having a great time.
- As we were going up the stairs, he told me that the first door on the left was a cozy little room with very comfortable armchairs if I wanted to rest for a bit alone without anyone bothering me. You can go in and lock the door with a key to have all the privacy. That's how you recover from fatigue, he said neutrally.
- Thank you for your consideration, but I wouldn't want to trouble you.
- Please. There's no problem at all. In fact, that room is my private office next door. When you lock it with a key, only my office can be accessed from there, and only I have the key, he whispered in my ear, so nobody will bother you.
We kept dancing as if nothing was wrong, and when the piece ended, he left me at the table with my husband. I was spinning around in my head over this man's impudence. And at the same time, I was excited about the idea of running into him while this party went on with all that crowd and my husband included. It was the key we needed to move forward.
- Darling, I'm a bit tired, I said.
- We can leave whenever you want, he said.
- No, my love. I don't want you to miss the opportunity to socialize with this crowd. The woman from the coat check told me there's a private room upstairs where I can rest for a bit if it doesn't bother you. In half an hour, I'll be as good as new.
- That sounds fine, my love. You keep enjoying the party while I go rest.
I slipped away discreetly and made sure nobody noticed my intention.
I entered the room, locked the door. I recurred with my gaze. It was a very beautiful place. A large three-seater sofa and two individual sofas occupied the center of the living room, a soft carpet muffled the noise of footsteps, and lamps placed in the corners gave a semipenumbra that invited rest. A door open on one side, communicated with a small fully equipped bathroom, and on the other wall the door to Jorge's office.
I settled into the sofa and closed my eyes to rest a little.
A soft sound at the lock recurred through the atmosphere. A door opened and softly closed again.
A warm hand caressed my cheek and hair. I opened my eyes, and in front of me was Jorge looking at me with those eyes that were more than an invitation.
I'll do everything possible to help you relax, he said as his two hands caressed my neck and shoulders. I closed my eyes again. The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders, and Jorge's hands were replaced by his mouth tracing my neck and shoulders now completely bare.
My dress is going to wrinkle, I said softly.
We can't let that happen, he said, lifting me from the sofa and making me spin around, then agilely lowering the zipper of my dress, which fell slowly to the floor, leaving only my lingerie. I stepped out of it, and Jorge picked it up and put it on one of the individual sofas.
When he returned, he hugged me softly while his mouth searched for mine. We found each other and merged in a long wet kiss.
I love people from this company. I hope my husband can progress here and never think about looking for another job.
Leave that to me, he said. He'll progress, and you'll always be satisfied.
After a moment, he withdrew and slowly took off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, and removed them, leaving only a silky boxer with an interesting bulge.
He made me sit down on the sofa again, and in front of me, he lowered his slip and offered me a hard and wet cock. It would be about 17 or 18 cm long. long. It wasn't the biggest I'd ever seen but it was respectable anyway. I took it with my hands and put it in my mouth. He grabbed me by the shoulders and with his eyes closed enjoyed the teasing of my tongue.
- Like this, like this, he said between his teeth.
After a few minutes, he suddenly separated from me.
- Unfortunately, we don't have all night, and taking hold of my hands made me stand up. He made me turn around and with skill removed the bra and panties I was still wearing. So, completely naked, he made me climb onto the sofa on my knees.
He positioned himself behind me and surprisingly it was his tongue that took possession of my sex. It gave me a ride to and from like never before. It hadn't been three minutes since I'd come like a princess.
Jorge waited patiently for me to finish my orgasm, and then the place of his tongue was occupied by his rod, which separated my vaginal lips and buried itself in one stroke until the end. His hands searched for my nipples, which were excited with the pebbles, and while he was sucking them, he gently massaged my nipples. The sensations were incredible.
We went on like that for a long time. I had already achieved orgasm so I was satisfied, and decided to reward him with one of mine as compensation. My hand searched for his balls between my legs and caressed them until I lost control. He drove into me hard and emptied himself like an animal, groaning and sighing.
I remained on top of him for a few minutes until he recovered. His soft cock slipped out of my body and behind it, jets of semen burst forth.
He separated from me and quickly got dressed.
- It wasn't bad for the first time. I hope to see you more often at these gatherings. You have the bathroom to get ready again. A pleasure having sex with you.
He turned around and left like he had entered. I went to the bathroom, washed off the smell of him and sex, got dressed again, and when I was almost ready, someone knocked on the door.
- My love, are you there?
I opened the door while I was adjusting my dress. - My life is passing, I was about to leave. - Well, let's go. I worried because you weren't coming. I feared you wouldn't feel well. - I'm perfectly fine, love. But I'll tell you that I did a mischief, I said smiling, since I was alone and the room was closed, I took off my dress so it wouldn't get wrinkled while I rested reclined. My husband laughed. - How innocent you are, dear. You're a real little girl. - A month later, they promoted my husband to sub-manager. Finally, they recognized his merits... And mine...
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