The Newlyweds

Chapter 3- Whatever it Takes

March 15, 20xx-

7 months after we met-

1 month after our wedding-

2 months before Chapter 1-

3 months before Chapter 2-

"My interview should only take 30 minutes to an hour," Nathan said just as Morgan got out of the car, "Just wait here for me, okay?"

"Okay," Morgan agreed with a cheerful smile and started to turn and leave.

"Hey! Wait!" Nathan called again, this time with apprehension in his voice.

Morgan stopped and turned back to her husband with a questioning expression.

"Listen, if something should happen and I'm not back in a couple of hours, call a taxi, okay?" Nathan said worriedly, "Don't try to hitchhike or walk. Not wearing those clothes..."

Her clothes? Morgan looked down and wondered why he was so nervous about her attire. She wore this sort of outfit all the time. Sure he was wearing a suit. That made her smile, he looked divine in a suit! However, she was not the suit-wearing type. Not that she couldn't wear one and slay it, but this interview was for a more blue-collar position, not white-collar. So, she was wearing a tailored button-up blouse that sculpted to every curve. It emphasized her tiny A-cup breasts, it hugged her belly and waist accentuating just how slim and flat-bellied she was, and then disappeared beneath a black low-rise pencil skirt with a hemline 6 inches above her knee and with a 12-inch slit in the back. Lastly, she left her legs bare thinking stockings were too formal for the outfit and thigh-high socks too casual. So, to complete her look she wore a silver and diamond anklet on her right ankle and strappy pink wedges with a 4-inch heel. The idea here was to look attractive, provocative even, but not to wear a sign that says "Hi, I am your new office slut!"

Morgan bent over at her hips which in turn hiked her skirt up her thighs so that the high slit spread open exposing the backs of her thighs and 4 inches of her ass cheeks as she purred, "Don't worry baby. I got this. I'll be here when you get back. I love you. See you soon!"

Morgan straightened and pushed her skirt back down below her ass cheeks before closing the car door and sashayed to the front doors of the building. As soon as she was inside Morgan turned around and watched Nathan pull away.

"I love you, babe," She mumbled.

"Missus Conner?" A young receptionist said as she approached, "Missus Morgan Conner?"

"That's me!" She replied with a beaming smile as she turned around and met the receptionist. The woman was beautiful with cornsilk blonde hair, big brown eyes, a plump mouth, and a heart-shaped face. Like Morgan, she was small-breasted but still larger than Morgan's making them B-cups at least. Her waist was slim or had been, she looked to be at least five months pregnant now, and her hips were broad though not as broad as Morgan's, and her ass was nowhere near as thick or round as hers.

The receptionist, like Morgan had just done to her, gave Morgan a cursory once over with an expression full of judgment and disapproval which only made Morgan more smug.

"Right this way," The receptionist said as she turned and Morgan fell in behind her.

The receptionist led Morgan down a hallway to a door with the nameplate assigning the room to 'Team Leader: Gregory Peck.' She opened the door and led Morgan into the office. It was empty.

"Please stand right there, Missus Conner," The receptionist said, indicating a spot in front of the desk. There were no chairs.

There was a chair behind the desk though, but Morgan assumed it was for Gregory Peck only. So, Morgan found her spot and remained standing. The receptionist placed a folder on Gregory's desk and then started to leave, but the. stopped and looked Morgan over one more time. When their eyes met she said, "More than likely you're going to do fine in your interview. You're the type they like. So, there will be three interviews you will have to do. One with each of the managing partners, Gregory, Randy, and Keith. Depending on their schedule you may have to come back two more times for those interviews. However, if they like you a lot they might all interview you today. Good luck!"

"Thanks, but what do you mean I'm the type they like?" Morgan asked, but there was no answer and the door was already closing behind the receptionist.

Morgan stood there for 15 minutes before she shivered. The room was very chilly. Much cooler than the rest of the building. She felt her skin goose on her arms and legs and then she looked down and realized that her nipples were tight and pressed hard against her blouse. She started to move her hands to try and warm and relax them, but then the door opened and Gregory Peck came in. He gave her a smile, which took in an obvious glance at her breasts and nipples, then moved to sit in the chair as he said, "Good morning, Missus Conner!"

"Good morning!" Morgan purred as she quickly turned on the charm.

"So, Missus Conner," Gregory purred as he flipped the folder open and looked it over before looking up and ogling her from her thighs all the way up to her eyes, "What about our company made you interested in putting in a résumé?"

"Well," Morgan began...

----(!)----

After dropping Morgan off at her interview and reluctantly pulling away, I got back on the highway and headed to my appointment. I was cruising in the middle lane a couple of miles faster than the speed limit when I saw in the rearview mirror a car approaching fast behind me. It changed lanes as it closed. I was going seventy-seven about. The car approaching must have been going eighty-five to ninety. It passed me pretty fast, got ahead of me then suddenly reduced speed, changed lanes moved into my lane, moved right once more into the slow lane, and then moved onto the shoulder and slowed to a stop.

I laughed at first, thinking it was karma for the speeder, but as I passed I saw that it was a woman and that she had a tire blowout. Apparently, there was debris in the fast lane. I have seen a lot of that lately, so I quit laughing as a feeling of guilt stung me followed by a swell of pity and a desire to protect this woman. Moving off the road quickly and onto the shoulder, I was several hundred feet ahead of the woman who was getting out to see what was wrong with her car. Putting my car in reverse, I slowly backed up until I was about twenty feet in front of the woman and stopped.

I could see in my rearview and side mirrors that she was very, very beautiful, not that it was the reason why I stopped. No. However, I couldn't help but see that she was stunningly beautiful. She appeared to be about my age. She had raven black hair, and skin so white she looked like she was a goddess chiseled from marble. She was tall but was also wearing 5-inch ankle-strap heels which made her even taller. She was wearing a short, almost mini-sundress that ended just below the cheeks of her voluptuous buttocks and exposed all of her long, incredibly white legs.

Her body was like looking at a fantasy artist's rendering of a sex goddess. Her shoulders were broad and her arms defined while her ribs made a "V" to a tiny waist in profile and from the front. Her breasts seemed to defy the laws of physical reality. They were large. Very large. At least G-cups that were so very round and plump and perfect. Lastly, her waist swept out first to her hip flares and then swept out again to her femur before curving back in at her thighs like a tall and elegant vase.

The girl turned to look at me as I got out and appeared visibly relieved to see me. Walking up to her, I painted on as reassuring a smile as I could as I said, "I saw what happened, would you like some help?"

"Oh god, yes!" She gushed as her whole countenance lit up beautifully.

"Okay then," I replied, "If you don't mind, just open your trunk, and let's see about that spare."

"Sure!" She agreed appreciatively, and as I took off my jacket and tie and put them in my car, the beautiful woman got back into her car and popped the lid of her trunk.

Rolling up my sleeves, I walked back to my car and put my tie and coat in the back seat. As I was returning the woman rushed to get out of her car and stumbled and fell into my arms. Purely on reflex I caught her around her waist and supported her until she got her feet beneath her again. Her breasts were pressing into my chest very very wonderfully. She blushed three shades of pink before she finally gasped, "I'm so sorry! By the way, my name is Evangeline. Evangeline Conley."

"Nice to meet you, Evangeline," I replied, "That is a beautiful and very unique name. My name is Nathan."

"Thank you," She panted happily while still blushing.

She seemed to need to visibly take control of herself in order to break eye contact and stepped back before leading me to her trunk. Once she opened it we had to clean it out. To her immense embarrassment that elicited more blushes the whole time, I found myself staring at a hodgepodge of thong and g-string panties, cocktail dresses, workout outfits, g-string and thong bikinis, all sorts of shoes, and a large box of unused condoms.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you're seeing all of this!" She gasped as she hurriedly tried to snatch up all of her underwear, bikinis, and condoms and make them disappear.

It didn't work and she blushed profusely as I chuckled, "Trust me, a man likes to see that a woman is active, confident, sexy, and likes at least the act of sex if not making love..."

Then, I grew bashful, feeling like I had crossed the line somehow, and just left the rest of the thought hanging as I tried to focus on reaching the floor of the trunk and lifting it out to see the state of the spare.

From the corner of my peripheral vision, I saw her smile and bite her bottom lip before disappearing around the side of the car in order to deposit her stuff in the back seat. There were a few trips but then the trunk was clear and I was able to reach the spare tire. It was in good condition, so then I started reading the instructions on how to use the car's jack. It was a European car, so there was a specific way it had to be done. Eventually, though, I had the car jacked up and was pulling off the tire when Evangeline approached.

"Thank you so much for doing this. You're my knight in shining armor today," She purred, "You know, I think you should be rewarded for doing this for me. How about I take you out for a drink sometime?"

I was a little shocked. I had not thought a woman would be so thankful for a simple tire change that she would make overtures like this. It certainly seemed like something Morgan would have handled on her own if needed, and not been this thankful for if a guy had stopped to help her. Still, my surprise must have shown on my face because suddenly Evangeline's expression changed to one of surprise and she gasped, "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." and then she hurried off as her phone began to ring.

Puzzled now by her reaction, I continued to change her tire. It took me all of 30 minutes and most of that time was just deciphering how the bloody jack worked. Once I was finished I put the tools and the jack back in their compartment, I put the trunk bottom back in, and I set the flat tire on top before closing the trunk.

As soon as the trunk lid was closed Evangeline rushed me, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezing me in a tight hug that pressed her huge breasts and her whole body against me very very nicely as she purred, "Thank you, Nathan, so much for your help! I don't know what I would have done without you!"

"It was an honor to help you, Evangeline," I replied valorously.

She seemed to melt even more in my arms at my response and giggled, "Well, I've been thinking that you should be rewarded. So, here..." and she pushed a piece of paper into my hand and purred, "It's a voucher. It has my name, number, and address on it if you ever want me to--um--reward you..."

She leaned in then and kissed me. Kissed me! Softly! Oh so softly on my lips! I was so stunned that my mouth was left hanging open when she stepped back and waved and got back into her car. I was still standing there when she cranked her car and while smiling and waving, left.

Looking down at my hand I saw the paper and opened it. Inside it read; "You came to my rescue. You are my hero, so here is your reward! This is a reward voucher. You can ask me to do one thing for you. Anything you want, anytime, anywhere. Here's my phone number and address. Evangeline Conley."

Laughing at the irony, I walked to my car, put my tie back on, rolled down my sleeves, and pulled my jacket back on. Just as a memento, I put the voucher in a small niche in the door beside me before I continued my journey to my interview.

----(!)----

"--I am very organized. I have excellent problem-solving skills. I'm strong. I'm good with my hands. I do not like drama. And, I am very very motivated," Morgan said, finishing her sales pitch for herself in the open job position, "I am so motivated that I would do just about anything for this job!"

Gregory had been devouring her with his eyes the entire interview, but now, as she finished his countenance turned predatory as he asked, "Anything?"

Morgan nodded, doubling down, "I heard that I will have to interview with all three managers. So, yeah, whatever it takes to get this job, I will do it!"

Gregory leaned back in his seat and ogled Morgan with a newfound respect as he said, "It seems you've been in this situation before."

"A couple of times," Morgan replied, still grinning.

"You're married, right?" Gregory asked.

"I am," Morgan answered with a nod as she twirled her wedding band around her finger.

"And you don't mind cuckolding him to get a job?" Gregory asked.

"I do mind," Morgan replied, "I mind very much. However, my husband has no idea what it is like to be a woman trying to work or find work, in a male-dominated field. He knows I love him, and only him. That I promise. So, no, he will never know the lengths I have gone to, and will go to, in order to support him and our family."

"So you sacrifice yourself for him?" Gregory surmised.

"Precisely," Morgan said confidently.

"I hope he knows just how lucky a man he is to have you," Gregory said as he nodded his head in acceptance, "Fine. Morgan, your résumé is light on what we are looking for in this position. However, you're our ideal candidate. So, if you want this job you're going to have to take your clothes off."

Morgan wasn't shocked. She had expected this. A man with the same qualifications would have not had a single issue with getting a job with these guys. However, why hire a man when you could hire a desperate girl for two-thirds the pay and quid pro quo her into fucking you for the job. So, with a slow sensual smile, she made a game of taking her blouse off, then her skirt. That was it. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, so she stood there completely naked except for her ankle bracelet and pink wedges.

Her short cropped curly coiling brown hair was cut tight against her head while leaving the top a mid-shoulder blade length styled as an exotic pompadour. Her big brown eyes shone with intelligence. Her mouth was wide and oh so kissably plump. She had an upside-down teardrop-shaped face with a sharp jawline. Her shoulders were broad, her arms defined. Her breasts were tiny A-cups that padded her pectoral muscles in wonderful crescents. Her belly was as flat as a board. Her waist was slim and athletic with defined obliques and a sensual four-pack. Her hips were exotically wide and vase-like with her femurs being nearly four inches wider than her shoulders. Her thighs were thick and curvaceous which sloped down to meet strong knees, thick calves, and thick ankles. And, her ass-- Her ass was thick and round and fat!

"Damn!" Gregory said as he ogled Morgan and salivated, "Turn around in a full circle, but go slow."

Morgan obeyed and was facing away from him when he guffawed, "Fuck me, your gorgeous! Stop! Don't move! What a fucking perfect ass! Fucking shit!"

Morgan heard the chair scrape as Gregory pushed it back and she turned her head and looked over her shoulder just in time to see him come around the desk and reach out and caress the outside round of her nearest ass cheek.

"Fuck me you're beautiful!" Gregory purred as he groped her ass, first one cheek then the other, squeezing and hefting them as if weighing them.

Morgan watched him as he ogled her ass hypnotically. He wasn't ugly. Actually, aside from being twice her age, thirty-six maybe, he was handsome. He wasn't Nathan, but he did have his charms. He was tall, 6 feet 4 inches at least. He was an axe handle across the shoulders. His chest was thickly muscled and his biceps were huge! He wasn't potbellied, his abdominals were flat, his waist slim, and his legs were long. He was attractive.

Morgan was careful of her thinking though. It was the only way she could rationalize what she was doing and live with herself and the betrayal of Nathan and their marriage vows. This was a sacrifice she had to make for the sake of her family. This was not a good time she was enjoying!

Before, when she was single, doing this to get the job didn't harm anyone but her and her self-esteem. It was something she was willing to do. But now, this betrayal, for she knew this for what it was despite her rationalizing, pained her severely despite knowing the reality. A reality Nathan would never understand. A reality that no man would ever understand. That women can never earn their merit in a man's workforce, not on pure scholarship and ability. Ugly women weren't even considered for jobs that require aesthetic appeal, but beautiful women. Thank god she was not ugly! However, beautiful women have to be willing to fuck and suck their way into getting a job just to prove the lengths they will go to get that job. Now, not every job was like this, but everyone Morgan had ever applied for had been so far as soon as they saw her face and her--ass.

So, she was not surprised when she heard Gregory's zipper being unzipped, or the jingle of his belt buckle before his pants were unbuttoned before he said, "Turn around."

Morgan did so, and Gregory commanded, "Kneel."

The whole time Morgan locked her gaze on Gregory's eyes as she kneeled before him, then he said, "Suck my dick, and make it good."

Morgan broke eye contact long enough to reach up with her hands and cup Gregory's balls in one hand and grab his hardened shaft with the other. She didn't spit on his dick. She never had been able to understand why girls in pornos did that. It was disgusting.

Gregory's dick was long, 9 almost 10 inches long. She hadn't ever had anything that big in her mouth or her pussy, and honestly, she was a little nervous. The bulb of Gregory's tip was nearly as big as her fist. How was she supposed to get that into her mouth? How was a dick that long not going to punch holes in her guts?

She started by licking the glands under his head while she gently massaged his testicles, then she licked her tongue around the wide flaring bell flanges of his tip, and then she licked her tongue into his urethra. And all the while she stared up at Gregory. Never taking her eyes off of his. Never missing every grunt and sigh and moan as she moved down his thick manhood and started biting his nearly wrist-thick sausage. She started at the base of his dick and worked her way back to his tip, and then, finally, she sucked his head into her mouth and twirled her tongue over his glands.

"Mmm, fuck you're good!" Gregory purred.

Morgan smiled around his dick appreciatively but she didn't stop. She sucked him for nearly 10 minutes and was starting to feel impressed with his self-control when he grunted, "Stop! I'm about to cum, stop!"

Morgan did so and was rewarded with Gregory pulling her up to stand in front of him before he moved back to the chair and pulled her along with him. He sat down, and then he looked at Morgan and said, "Climb on and straddle me, but I want you to face me."