Fourteen Days To Redemption

Day Nine ­ Realization

Had he blown it? By admitting that he loved 
her, had he blown his control over her? Jack 
dropped the sheaf of papers onto his desk in 
disgust. The question had been nagging at him 
all morning. Heıd said those three magic words 
the day before in a moment of weakness, at a 
time when he felt warm and secure and loved. 
Yet it was the truth. He did love Kelli again. 
He loved her for all the reasons heıd loved 
her before her affair. And he loved how she 
was putting her all into pleasing him now, the 
way she was working to save their marriage, 
the way she went along with all of his whims, 
no matter how shocking or depraved. Sheıd 
given him barely a hint of reproach at his 
methods; an amazing feat considering how 
straitlaced sheıd been for so long. For 
someone to change so much, so quickly, you 
just had to love that.
He loved her again, but he hadnıt said heıd 
forgiven her yet. Sheıd be wanting and waiting 
for that. Yet, over the weekend heıd realized 
that he wouldnıt be able to forgive her in 
just two weeks. Forgiveness would be a longer 
time coming. But he didnıt want her to know 
that. He still had fantasies he wanted to 
fulfill, and she had to believe that the 
possibility of forgiveness was still there, or 
else sheıd call a halt to the whole thing. She 
still needed an incentive to participate. 
Especially with the stuff he had planned.
He knew he was being an asshole. But she had 
been an asshole to him, having an affair with 
that prick. He could, at least, begin to 
rationalize it that way. At least for a few 
more days, until heıd explored all his 
fantasies and their two-week experiment was 
over. 
But had his declaration of love given her the 
impression that he would be softer with her? 
It might, he admitted, given his performance 
that morning. The morning had started as 
usual, with her awakening him with a soft and 
tender blow job. After she started his shower, 
washed him down, dried him and attended to 
getting him dressed, theyıd adjourned down to 
the kitchen for his morning coffee. Rather 
than tromp back upstairs for her daily 
spanking, heıd sent her into the living room 
to await his arrival. But when he entered the 
room, he paused at the sight before him. Kelli 
crouched on hands and knees on the ottoman, 
completely naked, her ass pointing directly at 
him. Where he normally would walk in and 
proceed to pinken her pale ass, this time he 
just admired the round firmness of her ass 
cheeks, the dark promise of her crack, and the 
delicate seductiveness of her pussy lips, the 
twin mounds just begging to be parted. Heıd 
wondered whether Western Civilizationıs 
emphasis on missionary fucking was a real 
mistake. To him, nothing was more appealing 
and enticing than a full set of pussy lips 
beneath a nice, taut ass. It was raw animal 
appeal mixed with simple, open submission. 
Which might explain why, instead of spanking 
her, he approached from behind, knelt down, 
and stuck his tongue as deeply into her pussy 
as he could, eating her out with the passion 
of a starving man. He licked the outside, 
probed the inside, and left a trail of spit 
and juices to run freely down her legs. He was 
strangely excited by the limited access the 
position afforded him. While he couldnıt quite 
reach her clit, it was fun to cram his tongue 
deep into her. And whenever he grew bored with 
that, he only had to touch his tongue to the 
tight rose of her asshole to make her squirm 
with pleasure. Heıd stopped before bringing 
her to a powerful orgasm, though he was sure 
that sheıd had several minor ones along the 
way. But the tenderness and gratification that 
sheıd experienced might have given her the 
wrong impression: that he was getting softer. 
And that, most definitely, was not the case. 
He had to know if she was still giving her 
all, still following his instructions to the 
letter. Heıd given her a long list of things 
to do that day to prepare for the eveningıs 
entertainment. Fortunately heıd set up a way 
to check on her progress. 
After making sure that his office door was 
locked, he went to his computer and logged on 
to his secret video account. Connected to the 
camera heıd left running at home, this gave 
him a real time view of everything that went 
on in the living room area. By the schedule 
heıd given her, she should be vacuuming and 
dusting that room right about now. It took 
only a few moments for the screen to flicker 
to life as he sighed with relief. He had 
guessed right that sheıd be in the room at 
that time. Most importantly, she was still 
following his instructions even though he 
wasnıt there to check on her. Jack watched as 
she bustled about the room, carefully dusting 
every surface. Bare breasted, and wearing only 
black garters, stockings and high heels, she 
looked every inch like a slut maid from a 
porno movie. He inspected her naked ass as she 
bent over to straighten something, staring 
straight into the wet pussy he had so recently 
ravished. He watched her tits jiggle as she 
walked around the room, and felt his cock 
begin to harden as she stretched up to clean 
the bookshelves. When she finally disappeared 
from view, he had to fight the urge to call 
and order her to perform for him in front of 
the camera. Then sheıd know for sure that he 
was spying on her. And besides, she had a lot 
of errands to run before they met again that 
evening.

Jack looked up with a smile as his wife 
entered his office. Once again sheıd followed 
his instructions to the letter. She looked 
every bit the corporate professional that heıd 
hoped she would. Her navy blue business suit 
fit perfectly, from the padded shoulders to 
the tapered waistline, and right on down to 
the matching but demure skirt. Yet sheıd 
avoided the frigid bitch look, thanks to a 
feminine blouse, tastefully patterned 
stockings and high heels. Attractive yet 
professional. Perfect.
³Ah, Miss Smith. Come on in. And make sure you 
lock the door behind you. We donıt want anyone 
to interrupt this interview, now do we?² he 
greeted her, smiling his best business smile. 
Of course, he had reason to smile. He was 
living out one of his favorite fantasies, with 
a willing accomplice, and without any fear of 
being slapped with harassment charges. In 
fact, fucking a career woman had become almost 
an obsession with him, ever since heıd been 
approached by one of the Vice Presidents at 
his firm. He still castigated himself for 
turning down her advances, especially since 
discovering his wifeıs own infidelities. Heıd 
look like a fool going back to that particular 
woman and trying to initiate something. So he 
had to settle for the next best thing.
³Iıve been looking for a good personal 
assistant for some time,² he began, sliding 
behind his desk. ³Iıll explain what your 
duties would be in a few moments. But first, 
letıs take a look at your resume.²
Earlier that day, heıd asked her to prepare a 
fake resume, suitable for a woman sleeping her 
way to the top. ³Letıs see. Objective: ŒTo 
learn as much as possible while underneath an 
up and coming executive.ı Very clever. And 
experience? ŒYouıve worked your way up from 
the bottom?ı ŒOpened yourself to new 
experiences?ı And Œgiven your all to the 
company, day and night.ı Very impressive 
credentials, Miss Smith. So far, your 
qualifications seem to fit with what Iım 
looking for in a personal assistant. Of 
course,² he said, pointedly eyeing her 
breasts, ³Itıs your performance that makes all 
the difference.²
³Iım willing to do whatever it takes to work 
for you,² she replied with a shy smile, taking 
his lead and running with it. ³I know that in 
the business world, itıs eat or be eaten.²
Clever. For some reason, this assignment had 
really turned on Kelliıs creative juices. He 
wouldnıt be getting such banter in the real 
world with any of the women he worked with. So 
what if he already knew what lay under those 
conservative clothes? It was the conquest that 
counted.
³Iım sure all your office skills are OK,² he 
said, gesturing at her resume. ³But what sets 
a good employee apart from the rest is her 
ability to think of better ways to get things 
done. For instance, I get very bored looking 
at the same décor every day. What would you be 
able to do about that?²
³Well, I do have a few things that might be a 
little more interesting to look at,² she said 
coyly, flipping up her skirt to reveal the 
black garters and snaps holding up her 
stockings. ³And if I were to get the job, Iım 
sure I could expand my collection.²
Jack paused to admire the soft silk of her 
panties disappearing between her legs, the 
fabric taut enough to reveal just a hint of 
the mounds below. The garters framed her 
nether region perfectly, her pale skin 
contrasting with the black lace in a way that 
made his heart pound. She was like a stranger 
at this moment. A stranger he wanted peel and 
expose before his inquisitive eyes.
³A man in my position can get awfully stressed 
out during the day, though. What would you do 
about that?² He swung his chair away from the 
desk, turning to face her as she slowly moved 
out of the chair and onto her knees before 
him. 
Smiling sweetly up at him, she dexterously 
undid his belt and pants, pulling his semi-
hard cock through the opening in his boxers. 
³I believe in giving the need to relax more 
than just lip service,² she breathed, bending 
to encompass his dick in her mouth.  Jack 
could scarcely take his eyes from her, even 
though every molecule in his being wanted to 
stretch and squirm like a cat getting ready 
for a nap. As her lips passed from the purple 
head, to the wet shaft, to his steaming balls, 
he felt as though molten steel was dripping 
along his rod, transferred there with feathery 
touch. When her mouth finally enveloped his 
cock again, he pressed his now hard member 
deep into her gullet, needing to fuckher mouth 
as a savage counterpoint to the soft way sheıd 
teased him. He quickly halted, though, when he 
looked down at her to see her breasts still 
held firm by her bra, and her pussy still 
encased by the silk. He had so much yet to 
explore and to do!
³Sometimes we have to work through lunch. Do 
you have any problems with that?² he asked her 
leadingly. 
³No Sir!² she replied enthusiastically, 
hopping up from the floor to sit on the edge 
of his desk. As he spun his chair to face her, 
she pressed her high heels against the arms of 
the chair, stopping its progress and 
essentially caging him in. Pulling her skirt 
up, she wisecracked, ³As you can see, I carry 
a little tuna with me everywhere I go, which 
youıre free to snack on.² Tuna! Jack chuckled 
aloud. Sheıd definitely pulled that term from 
the Net; he didnıt ever remember using it 
around her. Mostly because her pussy very 
rarely smelled that way. 
Jack pushed his fingers inside her panties to 
find her cunt lips full and her slit juicy. He 
was just about to push the fabric aside when 
he noticed two ties at Kelliıs hips. Clever 
girl. Sheıd put her garters on over her 
panties, but had still made it possible for 
him to remove her panties with the least bit 
of trouble. With that slip of fabric 
fluttering to the floor, he stared at the 
folds of flesh which held so much sway over 
him and other men. As he gently pressed his 
fingers on the inside of her legs, he noted 
how instinctively her cunt began to open, 
anticipating, no doubt, the intrusion of 
something between those quivering folds. Using 
his thumb and forefinger, he prised open the 
top of her cunt, uncovering the pink pearl of 
her clit. Thumbing it gently, he smiled as she 
humped and thumped atop his desk, her ass 
cheeks sliding this way and that. 
Finally tired of teasing her, Jack bent 
forward and slammed his tongue deep into her 
gash, thrilled to find her steaming hot and 
flooded with juices. He lapped at her as a dog 
might lick water from a bowl, not caring how 
harshly his tongue or teeth might rasp against 
her sensitive flesh. In no time the top of his 
desk was streaked with sweat, spit and her 
fluids, and she was clenching her jaws to keep 
from screaming out in pleasure. 
Finally he sat back and let her legs dangle 
off the edge of the desk, her skirt still 
crudely wedged up beneath her. ³Thatıs not bad 
for lunch. But what if all I need is a snack?² 
he asked, challenging her to come up with 
something clever. 
Discarding her coat and her blouse, she pulled 
her arms from her bra straps and 
unceremoniously pulled the cups down, 
revealing her firm and succulent breasts. 
³Iıve got a couple of jugs here that are sure 
to wet your whistle,² she quipped with a gleam 
in her eye. 
Jugs! This time he laughed out loud. His sweet 
wife Kelli was starting to sound like a 
sailor! 
Fortunately, she didnıt look like a sailor. 
And with her full tits and open pussy staring 
him in the face, the hard throbbing of his 
cock prodded him into action. After kicking 
off his clothes, and instructing her to do the 
same, he pushed her back on the desktop, her 
legs up and spread wide for him. Pausing for 
just a moment, he used the tip of his cock to 
lightly tease the outer lips of her pussy, 
pushing the wet, pliable skin this way and 
that as his wife moaned and bucked against the 
desk. Finally tiring of his game, he pushed 
his way smoothly inside her, relishing the 
feel of her dripping box against his taut 
dick. After a few soft strokes he found 
himself urgently slamming down into her, their 
mounds slapping together as loudly and 
forcefully as if he were spanking her for a 
particularly vital transgression. As the blood 
pounded in his forehead, he felt almost 
desperate to give her a good, brutal fucking. 
To remind her who he was. To punish her for 
his missed opportunity with that co-worker. 
And to burn into his memory the fantasy of 
fucking at the office.
He didnıt slacken his pace in the least as he 
felt the first spurt of cum explode from his 
cockhead. With blast after blast he coated the 
inside of her cunt, until his white, creamy 
spunk was literally being suctioned out of her 
quivering hole. Pulling out with an audible 
pop, he coaxed her into a sitting position, so 
that her abdomen helped to squeeze some of the 
sticky mess out of her body. He kept her like 
that for almost a minute, the both of them 
watching his sperm slowly dripping from her 
slit and pooling on his desk. The stain would 
be impossible to remove. Or to forget.
³I think you have the job, Miss Jones,² he 
said, smiling as he regarded her well-ravaged 
body. ³I think youıre going to be a perfect 
fit.²