Karen and her husband, Mike, had met in college and, after establishing their careers, had two children and Karen put her career on hold to stay at home with the kids. Their marriage was very good and they were growing deeper in love as the years went by. It also didn't hurt that Mike had an enormous cock, a full 11" long and 3" thick when hard. Although Karen was on the conservative side, their sex life was still great when they could find the time. Karen could never take Mike's full length but Mike loved that her cervix would grab his cock head when he pressed in deep.
Once the kids were self sufficient with going to school, Karen decided to rejoin the workforce and she managed to get her old job back. Once she started working, their time to have sex dwindled to nearly nothing. At the same time, Mike had gotten a promotion which kept him away from home more on travel and for meetings, etc. Karen and Mike discussed this with each other and committed to their schedules in order to provide a good home for their kids and to save and retire early.
It was Karen's first day back to the office she had started her career at and, as she stood outside the building, she adjusted the hem of her pencil skirt, the fabric feeling a little too short against her pantyhose this morning. It was charcoal grey, a staple in her professional wardrobe, but today the way it hugged her hips felt different; almost daring. She glanced at her reflection in the tinted glass of the office building's entrance. The crisp white blouse, the demure pearl earrings, the sensible black flats -- they all seemed to whisper "responsible adult," a persona she usually embraced wholeheartedly. Yet, this morning, a tiny, rebellious voice inside her questioned the rigid confines of that image.
Stepping into the cool, sterile lobby, she nodded a quick greeting to the security guard and headed for the elevators. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the subtle rustle of power suits. This was the world Karen had diligently cultivated before becoming a full-time mother to her two children. She was a rising star in the marketing firm and this was her first day to reconnect with her career and former colleagues.
As the elevator doors slid open onto the tenth floor, she saw them -- a cluster of women, all impeccably dressed, gathered near the conference room. These were the women who had once been her peers, and she felt a pang of both longing and trepidation as she approached. There was Sarah, the sharp-tongued project manager, and Emily, the perpetually calm graphic designer. Karen's gaze was immediately drawn to the woman she'd met once during her interview.
Her name was Alex, and she radiated an effortless confidence that Karen found both intimidating and strangely captivating. Alex was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She wore a midnight blue blazer over a silk camisole, and her skirt was tailored to perfection. And then there were the shoes - sleek, high-heeled stilettos that Karen couldn't help but notice. Her short, dark hair was highlighting her striking features: high cheekbones, intense green eyes, and a mouth that looked both amused and knowing. Something about her presence was magnetic, pulling Karen in.
"Karen, good to see you!" Sarah exclaimed, breaking the spell of the encounter. The other women echoed her greetings, and Karen returned their smiles, a bit self-conscious.
"Oh right, you've met Alex," Sarah continued, gesturing towards the newcomer. In attempt that sounded like sucking up, Sarah went on "Alex is an amazing manager. I think you'll like working with her."
