A new suit. Sigh. I hated suits. I especially hated being fitted for a new suit. Even more so when I was hung over. Which, admittedly, lately was an every day occurrence. But lawyers had to wear suits daily. And I was a lawyer - every single, miserable day. Over the past 20 years I'd built up quite the practice and it was expected that I look my best at all times. So there I was. Life sucked. But it wasn't always that way.
My wife, my darling, special, beautiful wife, Ana had built my firm. I recruited the talent. Young, hungry, intelligent, lawyers and more importantly paralegals that should have been lawyers. Also, my wife understood the need to keep me focused by providing her best friend a job as my PA/Office Manager. Claire was a smart and loyal friend who knew that the real boss was my darling wife. So she kept the opportunistic secretaries and ever present gold diggers away and kept my wife informed as to exactly where I was and who I was meeting with. I loved my wife. Very much. And I guess I appreciated Claire. Even when she sometimes felt like a babysitter. But honestly it was like working with my mother in law. I really wasn't interested in anyone but Ana.
My wife's family was from Brazil. Claire was from some nameless town in South Carolina and the two had met in college and became fast friends. Claire was married ro Richard and had three beautiful children who I considered my nieces and nephew.
The secret to my success was that my wife and her little minion Claire knew that they had to keep me on a tight leash as far as my sex drive went in order to ensure the success of my firm. I loved arguing cases. I loved all aspects of winning. But boy did I enjoy sex. Too much. Honestly, as long as my wife was available, I had no issue being the perfect husband and gentleman.
Just as long as I knew that within a reasonable amount of time I'd be able to slide between my wife's soft thick thighs and rut my stress away into her perfect pussy. I'd do anything to get there...and stay there. She knew this, but fortunately she was a loving, caring wife and didn't take advantage. I never once had to ask myself if she was cheating.
No, she quite clearly told me that she expected complete loyalty from me and she'd return it...but I happily paid for her loyal pussy with my hard work. Trust me I got the better part of the bargain. We couldn't have children and Ana was compulsive about fitness. My wife was tight. Always. In all the most important ways.
So we grew a company. My wife's money and intelligence, my bulldog like determination to win, and Claire's willingness to rat me out and even step in when my wife wasn't available.
Yes, there were many instances of Claire taking matters into her own hands when Ana was unavailable to satisfy my urges.
How she did this was as unconventional as it was, well....fucking hot. I mean. To me it was like a kinky secret.
It wasnt exactly frequent but it did happen often enough to be normal.
I would get...short tempered and lack concentration...my ability to pay attention would drop. Basically. I'd want to go home and get stuck into my wife's warm, soft, tight pussy and spend the rest of the day making love to her. It was literally my happy place. Unfortunately, no one would pay me to do that.
When Claire would notice this she'd call Ana and I assume they would decide that Claire should.....handle me.
Shortly after that decision was made, Claire would free up my schedule and I would find my self with my hands handcuffed behind my office chair in my locked office with my trousers and underwear pulled off. Then Claire, with my wife on speaker phone in some mundane conversation about one of their friends or a TV show, would take me in hand. Literally. Claire would take off her suit coat. Open her blouse buttons a little bit, so I could see her big tits straining in her lacy bra then start jacking me off. It wasn't sexy. It was business. I felt like a piece of meat most times. And the girls wouldn't stop at one satisfying orgasm. Claire just kept stroking. I did see her smile at me after I came into the air. She and I were the only ones, I think, that knew that she always ruined my first orgasm. Just a private little demonstation of dominance between us. I'll never forget her wicked smile as she reached for the head of my oversensitive cock while I was still shuddering and twitching and clenching my teeth through an unsatisfying ruined cum. It was a smile that said "This is how I pay you back for all the evil every man has ever done", or at least that's what I read into it. I was too busy begging her not to do it to really think it through all the way. When Ana had Claire take me in hand, it was never for just a quick single jack off. It was for two orgasms. One ruined and the next stroked until complete. That usually worked and I was left to make myself presentable and get back to work.
That night, if she was home Ana would tease me about it and play with herself while I grew hard again and then she got to enjoy a thoroughly long love making session before I could manage to finally finish inside her.
Claire had on only one occasion strayed from this pattern. My wife Ana was out of the country visiting her mother and I had been getting more and more pent up. I had tried to take care of it myself. But honestly, I'm not good by myself. It's not the same thing. So I had already snapped at Claire that morning. And I guess I could have spoken more professionally to a couple of paralegals who seemed determined to ruin a case that should have been a slam dunk.
I guess Claire was a little pissed at me. I assume that she called Ana, but don't honestly know as we never spoke about this day afterwards. You'll see why.
At about 10AM, Claire blew into my office without knocking and after closing the door with a slam and locking it behind her, marched up to my desk and said " Strip. Right now. All of it."
I..did. I mean. Of course, I did.
I stripped out of my shoes and suit and sat down again, putting my hands behind the chair. Claire handcuffed me as usual. Then I felt something different. A cord was wrapped around my waist. Tightly.
" Hey! Whats this, Claire?"
