Corey was enjoying his 40th birthday more than he ever thought possible. He had expected that his wife, Anna, would throw him a surprise party, which would have been entirely consistent with their mundane suburban existence.
Instead, though, after secretly learning of her husband's voyeuristic desires, Anna decided to treat him to a saucy role-playing game for his birthday. She would let her husband watch her flirt with a stranger in a bar for a bit, then after Corey stepped in they would ditch the stranger and go up to their hotel room to make passionate love.
That was the plan, at least.
When Corey failed to step in, the stranger took charge and turned the married couple's life upside down. The stranger, Ted, cuckolded Corey and made him watch as he unleashed Anna's long-repressed inner slut.
Not only did Corey live out his ultimate fantasy of watching his wife go crazy for strange cock, Corey also became the aggressor with his wife for the first time and roughly took her anal virginity. Best of all, Corey and Anna seemed to be of the same mind about their new eroticism. They were both wildly excited to be dominated by Ted, and to be completely uninhibited with each other. There seemed to be no boundaries anymore.
* * * * *
"I have to make a quick stop in my office," Anna said as she tapped out a message on her phone.
"Sure," Corey agreed. He looked at his wife and was overcome by love and gratitude. She was making his fantasies come true, keeping their home life intact, and looked beautiful as always.
Anna dressed for the day in a gray skirt falling to mid-thigh, showing off her smooth, toned legs. Like last night, her appearance was uncharacteristically sexy. She wore a white, gauzy, sleeveless blouse with buttons down the front, the top two open suggestively.
Her outfit was accentuated by eyeshadow, a hint of color on her cheeks, and shimmering red lip gloss to match her nails. She wore the same black choker from the night before and beaded, dangly earrings that framed her lovely face. She wore a new pair of black heels, an inch higher than usual.
Being Saturday, Anna's office building was empty and they were alone in the elevator. She seemed distracted, absorbed in a text thread on her phone. For a moment Corey was annoyed that she was working during his birthday-celebration weekend, but given the intensity of what had transpired so far he decided it might not be a bad idea to take a break. They could catch their breath while Anna tied up loose ends at work.
When the elevator door opened, Anna put her hand to Corey's chest, indicating him to wait. She stuck her head out and scanned the hallway.
"C'mon," she said, taking Corey by the hand. "Hurry!"
"What? --" Core began, but Anna cut him off.
"Shhhh!" she warned. "This way." She led him down the hall and around the corner to her office, hustling Corey along and easing the door closed behind them.
There were stacks of boxes all over and Anna immediately went to work rearranging them. "Here," she said to Corey, pointing, "put those over there. Grab that stool!"
Corey did as directed and in just a few moments they created a perfect hiding spot where a person could sit undetected with a full view of the office.
Anna's phone pinged, making her move with urgency.
"Quick!" she hissed, jostling Corey into the hiding spot. "Get in! Don't make a sound!"
"Anna?" Corey implored, genuinely confused, "what's going on?"
"Your next birthday present," she giggled. "Enjoy!" She pushed the last stack of boxes into place, completely entombing Corey in his hiding place.
Anna quickly scampered around her desk and rolled out some plans to make it look like she was in the middle of a project. She clicked her phone and music came on, giving cover to any inadvertent sounds Corey might make.
Corey was about to rise up from his cave when he saw the door open and Anna's boss, Gil, step in.
* * * * *
Gil was a few years younger than Anna. He was over six feet tall and solidly built, with good looks and a commanding presence. He was the managing partner for the office, which he built from the ground up through hard work, intelligence, and a little luck.
Among the staff, there was never any question as to who was in charge. It was always Gil. Every one of his employees, Anna included, agreed he was demanding but fair. They may not have liked him all the time, but they always respected him.
Anna was Gil's top project manager. He hired her three years ago and they worked together every day. They had a close professional relationship, but it was never anything more. They didn't do lunch and didn't socialize outside the office.
Gil was married with young kids, but the company was his top priority. He put in long hours every day and was at the office most weekends. Anna, on the other hand, strived to maintain a reasonable work-life balance. She reserved her nights and weekends for family unless there was a looming deadline or emergency.
Gil knew Anna had no deadlines for Monday, so he was surprised when she texted him that morning to say that she would be in the office soon and wanted to meet.
* * * * *
"Something you wanted to show me?" Gil asked sharply as he stepped into Anna's office. He didn't even bother looking up from his phone as he spoke. Corey could tell Gil was preoccupied with something important and wasn't looking to linger.
"Yeah, sorry to bother you Gil, but I thought I should run this by you."
Gil looked up from his screen and did a double take. He thought Anna might be playing a joke on him - maybe it was her sister sitting behind her desk?
Anna's skimpy outfit was like nothing he had never seen before. She always wore conservative clothes in the office -pantsuits, sweaters, jackets and the like that hid her body beneath layers of fabric. No makeup or manicure. Weekend wear would typically be baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.
Gil visualized countless times what might lie underneath all that clothing. He had a strong feeling it would be extremely appealing, but he never got a chance to confirm.
In fact, Anna's professional demeanor was so dry that her colleagues called her "The Ice Queen" behind her back. There were many instances when Anna walked into a room and a racy conversation suddenly went quiet. Some men in the company purposely avoided looking at her altogether, for fear it would be taken the wrong way.
Anna was well aware of her nickname and, on some level, she liked it. It pleased her to know that her colleagues considered her to be different -- a Queen, her own brand of royalty.
Gil stared, taken aback by the woman sitting behind Anna's desk. Her revealing top, lovely face, bright red lips and nails, the black choker and gaudy earrings transformed her. Even beyond her outward appearance, she radiated a new aura. It was in the way she moved, the angle of her head, the way she held a pencil. She was oozing sexuality.
Gil felt his pulse race. He had always been attracted to Anna despite her drab appearance, but being the boss, not to mention married, he always behaved properly. The last thing he needed was a #MeToo moment that could cost him his job and more.
