The Work Wife

"Today's my last day," Julia said as she swung open the door to my small office and plopped herself down on the decorative armchair in front of my desk.

"I thought you had one more week?" I responded inquisitively. "That's what you told me yesterday."

Julia looked as stunning now as she had for the five years we've worked together. She had on a slim black dress that fell at her mid thigh, with tights and short black heels that perfectly complemented her long legs and petite frame.

Julia was shy. If I hadn't been forced to help her work through a client emergency during her first month, I'm not sure she would've ever spoke to me.

She twirled her new, not-yet-properly-sized ring around her finger.

"That was yesterday. Paul says we need to leave this weekend."

"This is extremely short notice..." I said.

"Oh, don't pretend you care about getting coverage for me." She shot back with a wry smile. "You're upset because you're going to miss me."

"I don't know... the new guy we're hiring looks pretty good in tights, too."

She giggled. "I bet you'd like that."

The truth was that I was going to miss her desperately. For the better part of a half-decade, we had spent nearly every day toiling away for our clients under dreary fluorescent lighting in that god forsaken office. We became fast friends and have been there for each other during tough days.

"You leave tomorrow now?" I said, more seriously.

She was transferring to the California office so that her new fiancé could be closer to his family. They met last year while he was visiting the city and she they've had an on-off relationship before he suddenly proposed last week. Paul was a perfectly mediocre person. He is not particularly handsome, not particularly rich, not particularly fit, not particularly anything. I think that's what Julia saw in him. In our line of work, we are constantly dealing with Type A personalities: Ivy League graduates in tailored clothes with vacation homes in Aspen and the Hamptons, and arrogance to match. Paul was an escape from that.

Julia nodded. I could tell tears were welling up in her eyes, so I stood to close the blinds.

"I'm going to miss you here, Jul." I said, reaching to pull her up from the chair. We hugged for what felt like a minute, her body pressed so close to mine that it felt like we were melting together.

"Fuck this place today," Julia said as she pulled away. "Let's go get drinks."

I flashed my eyes to the clock.

"It's barely noon..."

"Don't be a pussy," she shot back. "I'll make it worth it."

"Worth it?"

"Yeah, drinks are on me," her usual lie.

"I'm sure they are. Ok, fine, let's go."

We grabbed our jackets and slipped out pf my office and into the lobby, trying to avoid being noticed by the partners meeting in the adjacent conference room. We've spent more time together than any two people in the office, and, with that, came plenty of rumors about our relationship. They were almost right to be suspicious. Julia has rebuffed my advances at least a dozen times, but never once made me feel bad for my crush on her.

As the elevator fed us out into the main lobby and out on the straight, Julia spun herself back toward me. She was practically floating down the street -- a far cry from moaping in my office like she just was.

"This is exciting! We've never played hookie like this," she giggled as she dragged me down the street toward our usual watering hole. We crashed through the door to the corner dive bar which was basically empty except for the bartender and a couple regulars who were already a half-dozen sheets to the wind.

"An extra-dirty martini, an old fashioned, and two shots of tequila," she ordered for us."

"Shots?"

"I said not to be a pussy," she said. She was serious this time.

The bartender poured us the shots and garnished the glasses with limes before shuffling off to go tend to our more involved drinks. We both tossed the limes to the side and threw back the shots. I grimaced at the cheap dive bar tequila. Julia, always the stoic one, barely looked affected.

"I can get you the lime, sweetie?" she joked.

I laughed. What else could I do?

We sat and drank for three hours, chatting about all our old projects, the coworkers who came and went, the client presentations that went wrong and the ones that went right.

"I'm going to miss you too," Julia said after a long pause in the conversation. I could tell she was getting a little drunk. I was too.

"Do you want to know a secret about Paul?" she whispered to me.

Julia always whispered when she told stories about her sex life, as if the softer tone would make me less judgmental about her sluttiness.

"I know, he likes to watch you play with yourself on Facetime. You've told me this"

It wasn't uncommon for us to talk about this. When you work together as long and as often as we did, you run out of things to talk about. And I know she liked to make me jealous. She told me this little "secret" about Paul during our last business trip. She had been complaining about him, that his biggest kink was watching her masturbate and that she craved the roughness her ex used to give her.

"No... that's not all he likes to watch," she said. "He wants me to fuck other guys."

"And he wants to watch?"

"That's what he told me."

"That doesn't surprise me. He looks like he'd be a cuck," I replied. "Are you going to let him live out his fantasy in Cali?"

"No... I don't think so. I think I'm going to do it today."

I shook my head. This wouldn't be the first time she's fucked with me.

"Gimme a break. You would never."

"Y'know how I always say that I don't shit where I eat?" She asked. "Well... I don't eat here anymore."

I laughed.

"Okay, quit fucking with me," I responded.

She shook her head back at me.

"I thought you'd think I was kidding." She leaned herself forward as if to grab her purse from under the bar. As she went to sit back in her chair, her left hand slid its way up my leg and landed on my crotch. She kept it there, her striking blue eyes locked with mine.

She grinded her hand on my pants, until my cock throbbed against her hand. She knew I would be hard to convince after all the previous rejections, but even I wasn't so battleworn to think she would do this as a prank.

"I want you. I've always wanted you." Julia said. "And I'm going to finally have you."

"You're serious? Fuck. I mean.." I was sputtering like a teenager who was just offered his first handjob.

"Can I call the uber?"

"Uh, yes. Call it."

She removed her hand from my crotch to throw enough cash down on the bar to cover our bill without seeing the check and led me out of the bar and onto the street. She actually paid. Full of surprises today.

We tucked away to avoid being seen by any of our colleagues who might have been scampering around to get lunch. This was a side of Julia I've never seen.

My heart felt like it might jump through my chest while we waited for our car. If either of us said a word, I don't remember it. I was scouring my mind, trying to remember if she had ever offered any hint of being interested. I couldn't. I didn't know what changed.

"Sit in the front with the driver." Julia demanded, interrupting my self-examination as the car pulled up to the side of the bar.

Before I could protest, Julia had already walked around the back of the car to get in on the driver side. I opened the passenger door and slunked down into shotgun as the driver rushed to move his bags out of my way.

"Sorry, she's making me sit up here. I think she's mad at me," I joked with the driver.

I have a bad habit of trying to cut through tension with humor, so I spent much of the ride bullshitting with the driver. We joked about scorned women and bad roads and the weather. Julia lived in a suburb just outside the city. It was normally not a long drive, but mid-day traffic tended to back things up a bit.

Despite all her professional proclivities, Julia was a suburbanite at heart. She loved town fairs, and tending to her garden before sunbathing by the pool. She lived alone in a 3 bedroom house, using one spare room as a gym and another as an office. The only thing besides work that Julia really sunk herself into was fitness. She seemingly survived off nothing but grilled chicken and salads, god forbid she eat something that made her morning workout anything less than 100% effective. And it showed. She had a fitness-magazine figure but with better curves. I used to joke that she couldn't keep a man because they eventually would want to eat a burger or pizza and wouldn't be allowed. Regardless, it was hard to argue with the results. I have my own mild fitness obsession and even I get jealous at Julia's physique.

The idle conversation with the driver went on for at least ten minutes before I finally glanced down at my phone to check the time and noticed an unread text.

"You're missing the show." It was her.

I turned to look and let out a half gasp when I saw. She had kicked her right foot up onto the seat and angled herself toward me. Her panties were tucked under her left leg and the tights that I figured were a sign of Julia's typical prudish professionalism were gartered for easy access. By the time she got my attention, she was slowly sliding a glass toy deep inside her. I caught the last few inches but I guessed it was around six inches long. Its thickness stretched her, but she took its length with no issue.

I wasn't aware the driver had still been talking to me while I was distracted by Julia's show. She was kind enough to answer his question for me.

"We work in banking. We've worked together for a few years now," she responded without breaking eye contact. As she answered, she slid the glass toy slowly out of her dripping cunt and ran her tongue along its length. I gulped. She spun it on its axis and slid it back across her tongue before kissing the tip, seeming to savor every drop of herself. The toy dripped with her saliva as she tickled it up her sculpted leg toward her pussy.

"We're very close friends. He's being a dick today, though, so I made him sit up there with you."

Julia laughed -- amused at the driver's ignorance. I could sense the driver felt a sense of pride from making his cute passenger laugh at his joke.

Julia spread her legs a little wider, taking advantage of the toy's new slickness to slide it quickly in and out of her perfectly waxed cunt. Each stroke made my cock twitch and throb, stretching against my boxers and the wool lining of my dress pants.

She must have been playing with herself from the moment she got into the car because her pussy was dripping wet and the toy pounded her with almost no resistance. As she shifted her weight, I could have sworn I saw a puddle gathering on the leather seat underneath her. In my periphery, I noticed the driver glancing to me, feeling instinctively that my responsiveness had changed.

I tried to concentrate back on him and on the road. I was nervous we'd get caught. Julia hardly seemed to care. The driver continued to ask polite questions about our work as I snuck looks back at her.

She answered most of the questions for us until her voice was so breathy from pleasure that even she seemed concerned we'd get caught. My phone vibrated again.

"I'm going to cum."

I turned my head as if to look at the driver, but glanced left enough to get a full view of Julia's beautiful pussy getting pounded by the toy, her glinting diamond ring almost taunting me while she pleasured herself. After a few more seconds -- though it felt like hours -- her back arched and she pressed her ass against the black leather, slowing the assault on her cunt. Her legs were shaking -- almost convulsing as the orgasm overtook her. She held back as best she could, but her body betrayed her and she let out a moan loud enough that I'm sure the driver should've heard it had he not been spouting off about some anachronistic nonsense.

For five years, Julia was my best friend at work. A consummate professional who would never so much as hug me near our colleagues if she thought it would look improper. It felt like a fever dream watching her slide her panties back up over her wet cunt and slip a sex toy back into her purse. Of course, I've listened to her stories. I knew she wasn't actually a prude. But after being turned away for years, it was hard to believe my own eyes.

"We're here," the driver interrupted us out of our stupor.

I shuffled my cock into my waistband as the driver pulled the car into the driveway behind Paul's black Toyota Corolla. I floated out of the car and stepped down the walk, flanked on both sides by perfectly maintained hedgerows. Julia followed closely behind me. She broke our silence as we stepped onto the porch and came to the tall wooden door.

"Don't talk to him." she said sternly.

She pushed open the heavy door and Paul greeted her as she came in. He was dressed like a strip-mall accountant.

"Go sit down on the couch and wait. Don't speak to my guest unless he speaks to you."

I nodded at Paul. I didn't know what else to do. He broke eye contact with me immediately and skulked back to the couch.

Julia led me into the bedroom and turned to shut the door behind us. As I walked in, I was run over by an obnoxious lilac aroma wafting from lit candles on each nightstand. Next to the candle on the near nightstand was a bottle of lube and two neatly folded towels. The other nightstand had a few dildos and a box, presumably filled with various other sex toys.

Julia turned to me.

"Sorry. He can't do anything right." She blew out the nearest candle and waved the smoke away with her hand. She helped me take my jacket off and walked it over to the coat rack in the corner. I wanted to follow her, to toss her on the bed and have my way with her. But I was frozen. The nape of my collar was damp from sweat.

Julia must have noticed my nerves and came back over to me. She pulled me in, just as I did hours before in my office, except this time she lifted her chin untl our lips met. She kissed me deeply. She pulled her lips away from mine.

"I want you to have your way with me. I know how you like to fuck. I remember your stories. I was alway so jealous, especially of your last girlfriend."

She kissed me again.

"I know how long you've wanted me. I know deep down you're angry at me for rejecting you. For picking Paul. Take that anger out on me. Use me. I'm your toy now for as long as you want me."

She was right. I was angry at her. I took a deep breath. She had always been a tonic for me, but that kiss was a Klonopin. Part of me was screaming to get out, that Julia's sudden heel change made this entire thing troubling and that I should protect our relationship and get out. But Julia was leaving soon anyway. And she was begging for it. She's a smart girl, she knows what she's getting into.

"Say 'red' if I go too far," I snapped. "Now get on your knees, slut."

She smiled before dropping to her knees in front of me. I hadn't been dominant since I broke up with my last sub, and Julia heard every detail of what I did to her. We didn't need to negotiate or set ground rules. I already knew what she likes, what she needs.

"Take off my shoes." She went to work on my laces as I unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked my shoes and tossed my shirt onto the floor next to us. Julia reached instinctively for my belt and started unbuckling it.

"Did I say to do that?"

"No.. sorry sir."

"Good girl. Go ahead."

Julia unbuckled my belt and released the clasp of my wool pants. She grabbed at the side of the pants and tugged them down, making sure the boxers fell with them. My cock sprung from its cloth jail, all eight inches landing right in front of her nose.

"Fuck... you never mentioned this..."

I kicked off my pants and boxers and pulled my undershirt off over my head. I was standing fully naked in front of her. She looked up at me, mesmerized. My 6'4" frame was much bigger than anybody she'd been with, and she hadn't seen a man who actually looks like a man since she started dating Paul.

"Fuck..." she repeated herself as she ran her hands up my abs and back down my waist to the side of my legs.

"Suck, slut." I commanded.

Julia did as she was told. She immediately started licking up both sides of my shaft, a trick she borrowed from her glass toy performance earlier. I couldn't help but moan when finally feeling her tongue on me. Her warm mouth enveloped my cock as her tongue swirled around the tip. She was careful not to use hands, relying on her throat to please my full length.

She gulped and gagged as she struggled to take me deeper and deeper. She got three-quarters of the way before gagging and lurching the cock from her throat. Saliva strung from the tip to her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Was that acceptable?" I asked.

"No sir." she said between breaths. "I want to take all of you."

"Is my cock bigger than Paul's?"

"Much bigger. Much nicer," she said.

"I know," I responded as I grabbed a wad of her hair and pulled her mouth back onto my cock. "Enough talking."

I fucked her face ruthlessly for a bit, thrusting as much as she could take into her throat before rebounding and driving a little deeper. It wasn't long before her gag reflex gave in and I was using my beautiful little coworker's throat like a pussy. At some point, I tired from the thrashing and laid down on the bed. Julia stayed on the ground, waiting for my instruction. Have I broken her already?

"Come suck my balls."

Julia obliged. She crawled on the bed and bathed them with her tongue.

"Can I please stroke your cock while I do it?"

"Yes, good girl for asking." I responded. She purred on my balls as she reached up to double my pleasure.

While Julia worked dutifully, I noticed a shadow under the door to the room; Paul was standing there, listening to me treat his fiancée like a toy. "Good," I thought.

"Paul is at the door," I said to Julia. "Why don't you tell him what you're doing?"

"Paul, baby, I'm sorry but his cock is so much bigger than yours. And he actually makes real money and knows how to fuck. I'm sucking his cock because he deserves it. I'm letting him use me because you're too pussy to defend me."

I laughed. She wasn't wrong.

I could feel myself about to erupt and decided I needed a break if I was going to last.

"Take your clothes off. Everything but your tights." I barked at her. It was as if the connection built up over years of working together had also helped us develop an innate sexual chemistry. She knew what I needed, I knew what she wanted. She gave me her whole self, surrendered to me while her soon-to-be husband was powerless to stop it.

Julia hopped off the bed and stripped quickly. This was not a striptease. I didn't ask for one. She peeled the clothes off like they were on fire.

Her body was flawless. Her D-cup breasts fell softly as reached behind her and unclapsed her bra. Her hair was messy from my manhandling, but she quickly combed her fingers through it and tied it in a tight ponytail. She glanced at herself in the mirror before crawling back on the bed to my cock. She kissed up the length and slid it back into her mouth. She bobbed her head on it slowly, enjoying my moans and compliments.

"Alright, Jul get up here." I pulled her up until she straddled me, and caressed her face as I kissed her. It was a short respite for her, a chance to catch her breath.

"Do you want my cock inside you?"

"Daddy, I *need* your cock inside me. Remind me what a real man's cock feels like." The short break only seemed to make her cunt needier.

I could hear Paul scamper from the door back to the couch. I wondered if that was a little too much for him to bear.

"Okay, slut." I spun her onto her back and guided the head of my cock toward her entrance.