This is another side story to the Accepting Wife series. It involves Diane, mostly from episode one, and her new job—her new boss. It will be an introduction for Diane to a change in her lifestyle. Enjoy.
Personal Assistant
Diane was in her third week at her new job as an office assistant. When she applied for the promotion and went through the interview process, she was surprised that she got the job. She was very good at administration and every other aspect of running an office. But, at thirty-seven, she was the oldest of the applicants for the position. These older executives generally went for the young ingénue type.
But her boss seemed to like her those first two weeks, as she managed his office. He made sure to compliment her on her work and always spoke to her in positive terms. Diane catching on very quickly, had always been a conscientious employee for the company. It was Monday, the first day of her third week at her new job. Her friends had scheduled a congratulatory lunch for that day, and she was looking forward to seeing them.
Her work day started at eight-thirty. Generally, she did not have much to do in the early mornings. Sometimes he would call her into his office for old-fashioned dictation, so she was not surprised when just before nine her intercom rang. "Miss Cambridge, would you please come in here?"
She pushed the button to answer the intercom, "Again, boss, it's misses. Do I need to bring a pad or a recorder?"
"No, not this time. Just bring yourself, okay?" Diane thought it strange that she would not need something for dictation, but she moved around her desk and entered the door to his office. Walking into his office she closed the door behind her. "Lock the door behind you, Diane."
"Uhm, what, boss?"
"Just do it, Diane. Lock the door and then come here." Not understanding what he wanted, she decided to lock the door. It was not as if she was afraid of this man. Brad Atherton was an older man, perhaps in his mid-forties. He had a nice physique, it was obvious he worked out at the gym regularly. Tall at about six feet two inches, with dark hair and brown eyes. He was a good-looking specimen of a man. She had admired his looks from the first time she saw him in the building perhaps six months ago.
Diane stands about five feet six inches tall and weighs about one hundred and forty pounds. In the past she had let herself go some, putting on twenty extra pounds. But, recently she had been on a diet and rode her stationary bike at her home. Diane knew she was looking good these days. She is Italian, with that kind of in-between complexion. Brown eyes and a pretty smile. Nice, full breasts which in the younger years of her marriage her husband appreciated. But, as she always puts it, currently and for the last few years, her husband has sex usually only on the occasion of the full moon.
Diane walked across the office space and stood before her boss's desk. "So, what do we need, boss?"
"Well, first of all, I would like to say I am very happy that you wore a skirt today. You have very nice legs and I enjoy looking at them. In the future, I would appreciate it if you always wore a skirt every day." He had a big lecherous smile on his face looking at her. Diane was shocked at his comment, surprised he would say something like this. "Oh, did I upset you, Mrs. Cambridge?"
"No, not exactly. I am a bit surprised at your commentary is all. Up until now..., well, you have been very professional. Aside from that, boss, I am married." Diane looked away, suddenly nervous for some reason.
"Well, I am married too. Diane, haven't you wondered about how much money we are paying you for this position? I mean, it is a lot of money for a personal assistant. Don't you think?" Diane shrugged, not certain how to answer the question. "Well, you have one more duty that you will have to perform for me on a semi-regular basis?"
"What's that, boss?"
"I need you to take off your underwear and come around to this side of my desk." As he said this he cleared the middle of the desk. She looked at him in shock. "I think you can guess what you have to do for me, Diane."
"You..., you're not kidding are you?"
"No..., now move your ass around here. Take off your underwear. I have noticed the way you look at me, by the way. You are as attracted to me as I am to you. Just consider it a perk of the job."
Diane stared at him. The truth was this job paid twice as much as her previous position, and Diane was attracted to her boss. He was patient, not saying anything, he smiled at her waiting to see what she would do. Shaking her head, realizing she wanted this job, Diane made a decision. Still standing in front of his desk, she reached under her skirt and began to pull down her pantyhose. She sat on his desk and removed her heels and then her hose the rest of the way off, along with her underwear.
"Put the shoes back on. I like them, I want to look down at them as I fuck you, okay?" She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Do it! I am going to fuck you, so do it."
Nervous, but also horny she moved around the desk and stood in front of him. He gently pushed her down onto the desk. She then heard him unbuckle his belt, and then a few seconds later she heard pants fall to the floor, the belt buckle hitting the floor making a distinctive sound. She felt him lift her skirt, her arms on his desk. She grasped the opposite edge of the desk as he ran a finger up her slit. "Oh, you are wet, baby. Are you ready?"
She responded, "Mhm," she nodded her head. Still nervous, for a moment she thought to stop him. But then it was too late, he rubbed the head of his manhood up and down her opening.
"Here we go, baby." She felt him place his cock against her opening and then slide it into her.
