Morale of the story -- be careful what you ask for; you may get it. Or maybe dreams do come true.
Readers, as you scroll through and read this story consider a few things. First, I'm writing this adventure while I sit in my leather chair drinking oatmeal stout beer mixed occasionally with a shot of Jack Daniels. And for your reference to my character - I'm one of those guys that is okay; no, prefers to drink alone. Conversation can just distract me from enjoying my booze. Second, I really could give a flying fuck if you like what I wrote. I wrote it; it's your decision to read it. Third, if you don't approve of how I see life and sex - go fuck yourself. I don't care about your views. Oh, yeah. The majority of this story is not fiction. Thinking about point number one, I'm okay with tit and ass distracting me!
Okay, I'm off my soapbox.
My wife is hot. She is a brunette with very flat, long hair. She is tall for a women, 5' 7" and looks even taller in her heels. She has that look where she could blend into any population. The first time I saw her I wanted to fuck her. I worked it hard and it wasn't too long until she invited me to her place and on our first date, her knees were on a pillow; her head bobbing between my thighs. Yeah, I learned that she swallows about five minutes later and really seems to enjoy the taste of cum.
Well we fucked like crazy; moved in together. Fucked like crazy some more; explored kinky sides of each other. Fucked like crazy. Learned more about each other's interesting pasts. Fucked some more. Got married.
To paint a picture of our kicky sides, the day we went to City Hall to get our marriage license, Julie wore a short spring dress; and no panties. But wait it gets better. She and I wrote dirty messages over her naked body. Messages like: "I love cock," "Fuck me". Not enough? She sucked me off in the parking garage outside of the car... and had me take pictures. Still not enough? In the stairwell of a very busy and major city's courthouse, she lifted up her dress exposing her beautiful DD breasts; shaved cunt, and body art written by us that morning. Not convinced? Stop reading..you're a fucking eunuch.
We got married in a church. It made her happy. But she didn't let that tame her sexy slut personality. She didn't wear panties and she used a Sharpie to write more dirty messages on the insides of her upper thighs and around her love lips. She took pictures of them while she wore her white thigh high stockings and sent them to me before I headed to the church.
So going back to our past; no, really her past; Jules had been married before. She had a best friend and they "experimented" in bi-sexuality. But the really hot thing that took me a while to warm up to was a threesome with one of her husband's co-workers. Her then husband wanted to have a threesome with one of his co-workers. Cutting to the point, after months of discussion and persuasion by her then husband, she agreed. So one night Jules and her husband went to a work party. Julie was dressed in heels and a short, tight leather skirt. They brought home a guy and she fucked her husband's friend. She remembers having a difficult time fucking the guy with her husband there in the bedroom, so he went to the living room to wait. She commented to her husband the next morning that she didn't remember much of it because of the booze, so they did it again the following night. Nice huh?
Got to be honest, I had an issue with it when she told me about this experience. I was dumb founded that her husband not only allowed her to fuck around but encouraged it. Then my fucking perverted mind started churning. I started to look at how men checked out my hot wife. I came to realize how really hot she was and how it was a compliment when guys gave her the up and down. I'm a man and could see the lust in their eyes. I could relate. It was that attraction that drew me to her in the first place.
It wasn't long until I was encouraging her to wear revealing clothes. I would coax her into teasing men by the way she sat or bending over so they could get a glimpse of her cleavage. I started to fantasize about her fucking around. Fantasizing led to "hey, baby I want you to fuck a guy." She didn't want to lose me and was worried that I couldn't handle it. So we agreed on a threesome.
The threesome isn't the main event in this "story" so let me tell you it happened; and how it was one of the fucking hottest things I have ever done. Jules met him by herself for the "get to know you" meeting and ended up giving him a blowjob on their lunch date. She sent me a picture from the date with her mouth filled with his cum. She is on her knees holding his cock in her hand with a mouth full of cum. I could see the gleam in her eyes in the picture she sent me. I was out of town on a business trip. I was so turned on I shot cum all over my hotel bed as I looked at the picture. Not long after returning home we had a threesome. To see my wife suck and fuck a dude was incredible. I was hooked! You can't relate? I don't give a fuck. This story isn't about you.
Now to the main event -- the interview.
Fast forward a few years. Although she is still incredibly hot, we haven't done anything really kinky for a while, much to my chagrin. Yeah, she still sucks me off and I pound the fuck out of her but we haven't had any crazy sex adventures in a while. But my fucking perverted brain keeps churning and the thought of her fucking another man is becoming almost an obsession for me. But the more I push, the more she resists. It's pissing me off. I would think most women would love this amount of trust and freedom. What the fuck, right?
When we do fuck, I would tell her my sick fantasies of her having a boyfriend on the side. The fantasies always have her going on dates, fucking, spending the night with "him" and her sending me pictures etc. It ends with her coming home with that "I just got fucking hammered" look and a cunt full of cum. Not sure if the stories worked for her but they worked for me. I can't tell you how many times I jacked off to these fantasies.
So Julie is an accountant, a damn good one. She graduated from NYU and has years of experience. But because of my job we have to move a lot. So she always has to look for new employment with each of our moves. We just moved and Jules is now in the job search again. She always finds jobs. She is great and it doesn't hurt that she is one sexy momma.
Okay, I am getting there -- the Interview. Yeah I know it's about fucking time.
Jules received a call from a large international company who has their headquarters in a nearby town. city? Maybe but a small one.
So I am getting to the fucking interview -- hold on!
Day of the interview comes. I convince Julie to wear a skirt that shows some leg, but not too much, and a blouse that hints at cleavage but doesn't come across as "I work the corner for a living." And I convince her not to wear panties. Honestly this isn't too hard. Jules doesn't wear panties a lot. God bless her!
The rest of the story is really a recap from what Jules told me after the fact. Like you care, right? You just want to fucking jack off as you read it. I got it. I am there with you; one sick perv to another.
So, Jules arrives for the interview 20 minutes early to show the ass wipes that she is serious about the job. If she wasn't why would she apply but I digress.
Since she is early Jules sits in the waiting area. It's a nice area with leather furniture and a view of original Ansel Adams wall art to let you know the company is doing well. Oh, I forget to tell you, the feel of leather against Deb's thighs makes her a bit hot.
As she waits, Jules see an executive walk through the lobby. One of those well dressed, tall and dark hair guys that seem only to exist in movies, or in this case; this story. Jules notices that as "the exec" walks by, he discreetly gives her the once over. But exec guy is a dude and she sees the lust in his eyes. The leather just got a bit warmer. Subconsciously Julie adjusts her skirt and rechecks her blouse to ensure cleavage is still noticeable.
A few minutes later, a young receptionist walks up to Julie to let her know that it's time for the interview with a "would you follow me please, thank you very much."
The young, attractive receptionist guides Jules to the interview room. The receptionist opens the door and there sitting is "the exec." Jules is not surprised. Jules however is somewhat excited. She is surprised by this sensation. She is way too professional. But damn she thinks he is hot.
Not going to bore you with the standard interview questions; like you fucking care. You just want to get to the sex. Me too.
Bottom line is that the "exec" or Alex is very impressed with Jules and her qualifications. He tells her as much. But then comes the fucking truth. I have to hand it to Alex; he is a fucking genius on his pickup lines!
Alex tells Julie that she is more than qualified for the position and that he would love to have her aboard and would love to hire her.
Jules is a bit confused. She asks Alex if she had the job.
Alex pauses just the right length of time and asks Julie if he can be honest with her; his big blue eyes staring intently into her hazel ones. Jules melts a bit and feels a flash of heat down below. She resists stretching her neck a few inches and kissing Alex on his lips; but just barely resists.
"Of course, please," Jules replies.
"I will deny ever saying this if challenged, but you are just too...just too attractive to hire, to be honest," Alex stammers.
