I felt some guilt and shame over the weekend. Everything happened so fast. I cheated on my husband Cam on my business trip with my now boss, Andrew. Then I openly fucked six of the company executives with my husband's knowledge. How could a marriage survive this?
I begged him for his cock while Andrew demoted me from Vice President to his personal assistant!
Without me as Vice President, no other women hold positions of power in the company. Cam tells me that many women prefer to work in supportive roles. If he were me, he'd prefer being the boss's secretary over handling stress, long hours, and the responsibility of being Vice President. Cam said I already seemed much more relaxed. It was the first weekend in a long time, I could just spend time with him and my kids. No looking at my phone, checking accounts and answering work messages. There were none.
Besides from trying to accept everything in my head, there was zero stress, not much serious to think about, and it felt really fucking good.
My hands brushed through the clothes in my walk-in closet. Hanging was my collection of dress pants and matching blazers, full sleeve blouses and very conservative button-down shirts. My line-up of flats and loafer shoes. Tears rolled down my cheeks. What am I doing? In college, I took women's studies and feminist theory. I learned that women are just as capable, if not more so. Being ruthless, I worked my way up at a young age to almost the very top of the corporate ladder.
Cam has supported me and my career as a working woman, out doing my thing since we started dating. My job was above his and he never cared. He felt no less than me. He supported me. With Cam, it isn't about sex, not even the physicality of our relationship. With us, it is more about an emotional bond. He really gets me, supports me, and treats me like a human being. Not like how the executives treated me when they used my body as their sex toy.
I knew there was no taking back what I did! Letting Andrew and the other executives treat me like a sex object. I could call in sick, even quit, hide at home for a while. If I go into the office, I know what I'm agreeing to. That thought sends a tingle through my body and I feel my pussy moisten.
Mostly I'm frustrated because I have nothing sexy to wear! I need to throw out all my clothes and start over.
The truth is, the world lied. It told me I am smart that I should run a team, be in charge of a company, etc.
Andrew and the other men did things to me. Things I didn't know I needed. They made me feel pleasure in ways I never dreamed of. It made me realize I will never be the same. That night I decided I wanted more and needed more. Being the center of attention of all the guys on the executive team, feeling their cocks fuck all my tight holes so hard that I couldn't even remember my name truly made me happy. Much more than the effort I put in for so many years trying to be equal to them. It felt animalistic and primal. My natural place.
His arms are around me, comforting me. Looking at Cam, I ask, "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He hugs me in close, kisses me softly on the lips, and reassures me it will be okay. I admit to him I'm frustrated. I can't find anything sexy to wear and I know Andrew expects me to dress sexy for him.
I'm pouting.
He helps pick out an outfit for me. A black pencil skirt, it goes just below my knees, and a red blouse I have worn going out on dates with Cam. A loose fit and rounded folds around the neckline, falling down to the top of my breasts. Without a bra, it looks pretty sexy. Again, I feel self conscious about my breasts and how they aren't as perky as they used to be before kids.
My mind is racing, and I need to learn to just stop thinking. I worry about how our friends and family will react to these changes. Driven by this new hyperactive sexual arousal, I already spontaneously got lip fillers on Friday. Not subtle. My lips are now big and inviting. While I have worried about what others would think, people have just been looking at my fuller, plumper lips with desire. I've only received positive compliments. Even my daughter told me she loves them.
Looking in the mirror, I roll the waist of my skirt to make it shorter. Looking at Cam, I laugh. "I need a whole new fucking wardrobe, Cam." In frustration, I pull the skirt off, grab a pair of scissors, and cut several inches off. With it back on, it is now well above my knees, displaying my legs. Turning, I do a few poses in the mirror and am happy as I can be with how I look.
Turing to Cam. I giggle. "Panties or no panties?" He laughs, "do you even have to ask?" Even the panties I own are conservative. Cam has tried to get me to wear thong panties for years, but I've stuck with hip huggers. I pull my panties off and hand them to Cam and tell him to just throw them all away. "Throw it all away Cam!"
I'm feeling emotional.
Over the weekend I did some google searching about guys like Cam who are supportive and even encouraging after their wife cheats on them. He admitted to me it was always a fantasy of his.
With his support, it is now not even really cheating. There is a whole fetish called cuckolding. Reading into it seemed focused on female sexuality and for many cuckolds, an enjoyment of humiliation.
Cam admitted he enjoyed when I fucked Andrew in the restroom at that company banquet dinner and that having Mr. Warner sit at the table and talk to him about it while he waited for us to get back was humiliating yet arousing for him.
Then there were men I read about that actually like to wear their wives' panties, called a sissy. I couldn't help but wonder if Cam was like one of these sissy males?
If the roles were reversed, I would have been angry and would have left Cam and taken everything! Instead, Cam spent the weekend pampering me. Making the family breakfast and dinner each night, purchasing me flowers, checking in and being attentive. It also seemed he desired me a lot more. Like he understands me and my needs. It feels like I really lucked out meeting Cam and marring him. I can't imagine too many husbands helping their wife dress slutty for their boss, knowing their wife is going to fuck him.
Last, I put on a pair of high heels I have only worn on nights out but never thought about wearing to the office until this morning.
Showing up at the office, I was wearing a lot more makeup than normal, my skimpy outfit and heels. Entering the building, I slump my usual confident posture, worrying about what others in the company now think of me. Worrying about how I am dressed. I notice some employees smiling at me and think I might have heard a few giggles.
As I approach my private office, I'm quickly stopped in my tracks. Fuck! I mutter to myself in my head. Ignoring the knot of unease, I walk up to the open door. "Good morning Scott." I glance around, absorbing the familiar environment that was once mine. Many of my belonging and decorations are still in place. Scott greets me with a warm smile, noticing the emotions surging through me and the humiliation I am feeling. He offers to have everything packed up for me. Quickly I decline, telling him that nothing in the room holds any value for me now except for the photo of my family on the desk and I can just take that with me.
I asked him if he knows where my new office is and he tells me I'd have to see Andrew and talk to him about it.
I notice Scott closing the blinds to the office. Smiling at me, he tells me to close the door. His words straightforward and kind. "I've looked at you so many times and thought about how muck I'd love to fuck you, Riley. I mean, all the men in the office have. My favorite part, Friday night, and what I can't stop thinking about, is when you crawled to me."
I giggle, putting a finger nail to my lips. "You liked that?" I loved how Scott complimented me and shared that all the men in the office desired to have me. It made me feel desired and wanted.
A smirk appeared on his face. "And what position do you hold now?"
I giggle mischievously, knowing what he wants, as I drop to my knees. I crawl over to him, unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock. Looking up at him with a seductive smile, I reply, "Office Slut."
I licked my lips, savoring the taste and feeling of his hot jiz in my mouth. With my family picture in hand, I make my way towards the CEO's office, the largest office in the building. No longer slumping, I'm walking tall, pushing my chest out with a devilish smile on my face.
Outside of Andrew's office, the personal assistant's desk is empty. To my surprise, there's a nameplate on the desk with my name on it. I can't believe it. How can he be serious? There is an adrenaline rush that surges through my body, an element of fear. The arousal I feel is intense. My body is turned-on. The arousal that comes from relinquishing power and being humiliated.
