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Working Relationship Ch. 02

By: Jonnyflies



The next morning at breakfast, Sarah hardly spoke to him. She could see that he wanted to make up, but she wasn't ready yet to relinquish the dominant position she had established last night. Putting her coat on and picking up her bag, which still had David's camera in it, she said, "I might be a little bit late this evening John, because David and I have a lot to discuss, but remember, tonight you are going to tell me what that was all about last night. Tonight you have the chance to come clean about what actually was going on, before I start making my own enquiries. I am telling you now, if I have to, I will corner every one of your so called 'friends' in that club to find out what went on. My first stop will be Lorraine, because she usually knows what is happening. For something like this, if the two of us gang up on Bill, he will certainly tell all. Bill has never been able to refuse Lorraine anything. He never has, ever since they first met he has been putty in her hands. What Lorraine wants, Lorraine gets. It has been like that since the first time they went out together at school."

On the way in to work, Sarah tried to forget her little problem with John and turned her attention to what to do about David. One thing she had already decided she was not going to do was go to H.R with the camera. David was a nice man, good at his job and the nicest boss she had ever worked for. She had a privileged position working for him as his P.A and she wasn't going to ruin his life and future over 1 picture that he shouldn't have taken. Besides, she was fascinated by the thought of him dressing in ladies clothes. She had never known anybody who did that. Of course she had heard of it happening, but couldn't think of anybody she knew doing it, except, maybe ......... "Take your thoughts well away from that, Sarah," she told herself. "John does not wear ladies clothes, that was just last night's fantasy. It was fun at the time, but today this is reality, and I have to decide what to do about that picture."

She had thought about that picture a lot during the night. Although he shouldn't have taken it, now the initial shock that he had, had worn off, she realised she really didn't mind him having it. She got a little tingle in her pussy when she thought about him looking at her breasts, and maybe being turned on by them. She had set out a little early, to be in the office before he came in, so she could put the camera on his desk. She knew she couldn't put it back under his desk, because if it had been on the floor over night, the cleaners would have found it. She decided, perhaps the best plan was to put it in her drawer and give it to him when he came in. That way she could judge his reaction and decide how to play things then.

She was surprised when she walked into the office, to see that David was already there. As she was early herself, and he usually came in after her, she wondered if the 'lost camera' might have had something to do with it. He did look as if he was concerned about something, and as soon as she walked in he said, "Could you come into my office for a moment, please Sarah?"

She followed him into his office, not even stopping to take off her coat, and he closed the door behind her. "Please sit down" he said, quietly. There was a box on his desk and it looked as if he had been putting his personal things into it. Sarah sat down on the chair beside his desk. She guessed that this was important, and probably about his camera. When he discovered it wasn't in his briefcase he must have realised it must have fallen out at work, and he was worried because he couldn't find it in the office. Sarah opened her bag, took out the camera and placed it on his desk in front of him.

"When I was closing up last night, I saw this on the floor under your desk. It looks like an expensive camera, so I took it home with me for safe keeping.

David still looked worried. "Ah!" he said, and then he was silent for almost 2 minutes. Then he looked at her and, very quietly asked, "Did you look at any of the pictures on it?"

Sarah looked straight into his eyes, "David" she said, "As I am sure you have noticed, I am a woman. All women have a curious streak in their nature. If I told you I hadn't looked at them, be honest, would you believe me?"

He looked at her for a moment, and then said, quietly as if resigned to his fate, "How many did you look at?" Sarah replied, "I saw enough." He dropped his head into his hands. "Then I am finished." He looked up at her, "I have no right to ask this, but can you ever forgive me? I will wipe all of them, in fact you can do that yourself, now, so you know they are gone, but please, can I ask you for a huge favour? If only because of the working relationship we have shared, will you allow me to resign and just go, instead of taking this to H.R and having them fire me?" He picked up the camera and started to switch it on.

Sarah reached across the desk and took the camera from his hands, putting it down on her side of the desk. "David" she said, softly, "I have no intention of going to H.R over this. Last night I found a piece of your property which had obviously fallen out of your briefcase. I took it home with me to keep it safe for you, and this morning I have returned that piece of property to you. Yes, since you ask, curiosity got the better of me and when I saw the nature of the photos on the camera, I copied the pictures from it into a file on my home computer, so that I could look at the pictures on a larger screen. I apologise to you for doing that, it was an invasion of your privacy. They are saved on there in a secure, password protected file, which, if you wish, I will delete with a file shredder so there is no possibility of anyone else ever finding them."

David looked stunned, "Did you see all of the pictures?" He asked. Sarah looked straight at him, "No, not all, but if you are worried about which ones I did see, yes, I did see the one that you are probably most concerned about."

"Then you saw the one ............?" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Yes" Sarah replied, "I saw the one you took of me in ... an unguarded moment. That is really the one you are worried about isn't it?"

"Yes" he said, "If you decide to take that to H.R, I would be called into Mr Macintosh's office immediately and dismissed on the spot."

"Well, that is not going to happen" said Sarah. "I am not going to H.R and please stop all this silly talk of resignation. I was careless on the day you took that photo, so it was as much my own fault as yours. You shouldn't have taken it, you know that, but you did. Some things have confused me though, since I saw those photos, and although it is very personal, can I ask you something, and will you answer me truthfully?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything," said David. "Whatever it is I promise I will tell you the truth. I owe you at least that. You say you are not going to, but a word from you could have me dismissed, and destroy my whole career, answering any questions you have, truthfully, is the least I can offer in return."

Sarah thought for a moment, wondering how to phrase such delicate questions, and then she decided to just wade in. She asked, "Are you gay, David?" He replied immediately, "No Sarah, I am not gay." She considered this for a moment, and then she nodded. "But you like to dress up in ladies clothes?" He nodded without speaking. "Then, surely ......?" For the first time since she had arrived at the office, David smiled. "Dressing in ladies clothes doesn't make me gay. A lot of men who 'dress' are, like me, straight. It is a common misconception that we must be gay. I did read somewhere that for a lot of men who have this compulsion, they do it because they love women so much, they want to be like them. I don't know if that is true, or we just love the soft, sensual touch of wearing such beautiful things. Some obviously, are gay, but it doesn't mean we all are."

Sarah thought about what he had said, before framing her next question. "Why did you keep that picture of me? I can understand you taking it, on the spur of the moment, but after you had looked at it, why didn't you just delete it? You knew that if anyone else saw it and recognised me, it could disgrace both of us, and cost you your job here. Why on earth did you keep it?"

David actually blushed and lowered his eyes to the desk in front of him, but said nothing.

After a moment in which the silence was almost painful, Sarah said, "You promised you would answer, and answer truthfully. Tell me, why did you keep it?"

David looked up at her and his eyes were wet. "That is the one question I hoped you wouldn't ask" he said. There was a long pause before he said very quietly, "I kept it because it is the only picture I have of you. I know I shouldn't have taken it and I could have asked you if I could take an ordinary picture of you, sitting at your desk, but somehow, this was so much more ... personal, as if you were allowing me to see a much more intimate side of you."

Sarah smiled at his choice of words. "Well it certainly is a bit more intimate than pictures I usually have taken." She decided to push a little more. "But why did you want a picture of me? You see me every day, what did you want a picture for?"

David groaned. "I know you will never be able to work with me again when I tell you, but I did promise I would be totally honest." He was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I think you are beautiful. Ever since you were assigned to me as my P.A, I have had to fight to control my feelings for you. There have been attempts from other managers, to steal you from me but I fought them off because I couldn't bear to lose you. I know you are a married woman and I have no right to feel as I do. I think your husband is the luckiest man in the world, and there is no chance for me, but that doesn't stop me wanting you. That picture was all I had of you, to look at when I am alone at home. Ever since you came into my office that first time, I have secretly felt like this. Now you know, and you will leave and go to work for someone else."

Sarah was completely stunned. She sat there looking at him for what seemed like ages, trying to gather her thoughts and work out what she should do about it. She Picked up the camera that had started all this, and dropped it into her bag. David looked distraught, as she stood up.

"I think we could both do with a cup of coffee at this point" she said, "And if you don't mind, I will hold onto this until we decide where we are going from here. Whatever we decide though, and it will be a decision taken by both of us, I promise you that the discussion, like the photos on this camera, is going to be strictly between the two of us."

She looked at her watch, "Now! You have a 9:30 appointment, who is probably already waiting in the outer office. I will bring you a coffee," she smiled at him "And if you are lucky you might even get a biscuit, but try to put all of this out of your head and concentrate on your work. We both need a little time to think about what has been said here. Try to relax, I am not going to say anything to anyone. The pictures are safe, and as far as I am concerned, that side of things has been now been dealt with. I am only holding onto the camera, so you don't have a fit of 'excessive righteousness' and do something you will regret later. We can talk about what stays and what goes when we have more time. Perhaps we could go for a drink after work or something, somewhere quiet where we can speak in private."

David's 9:30 appointment was indeed waiting in the outer office, and Sarah apologised to him for having kept him waiting, blaming an urgent matter that they needed to deal with. "Mr Branson will see you now," she said. "I am just going to get him a coffee, would you like one too?" The man agreed and asked for white, with sugar. Sarah opened the door to David's office and showed him in. "Mr Brown to see you David," she said, "I will bring the coffees in a few minutes." Giving him an encouraging smile, she closed the door.

With her thoughts in turmoil, Sarah headed for the canteen. Something of a misnomer these days because it was just a room with a few tables and chairs, two coffee machines, a sandwich vending machine and another which dispensed sweets and small packets of biscuits. "Not a lot of choice here" thought Sarah, "It looks like it is either 'Rich Tea' or 'Digestives'." Taking her 'vend card' from her purse, she inserted it into the slot and selected a packet of each. "Just as well the company pay for the coffee" she thought, when she saw on the display, how much credit she had left on the card, "I am getting a bit low on there, I will have to top it up." Taking one of the trays from the side, she put the 3 coffees and the biscuits on it and returned to the office.

Putting one cup on her desk, she tapped on David's door and entered with the tray. "Biscuit choice gets worse in that machine" she said, with a smile as she put the tray down on the side of David's desk. As she was about to leave, David said, "Oh Sarah! Regarding that other matter, I will be unable to make that appointment you suggested earlier; perhaps you could contact Mrs Robinson to arrange another appointment, at her earliest convenience. I am anxious to get this sorted out as soon as possible."

Sarah's eyebrows rose. 'Mrs Robinson now am I' she thought. 'Does he see himself as 'The Graduate' I wonder?' "Of course," she said, "I'll contact her secretary at once to cancel it. Perhaps we can get together with your diary before your next appointment, and then we can arrange another time. I know she is anxious to find a solution to this as soon as possible."

"As am I, Sarah," he said, "And thank you for the biscuits, they were unexpected."

"My pleasure" said Sarah, "Drink your coffee before it gets cold, and DON'T spill it on your shirt. Coffee leaves a stain and you can't keep sending me out to get you a new shirt so you will look presentable for the rest of the day." She looked at Mr Brown, "Sometimes I don't know what he would look like if I wasn't here to keep him in order."

David laughed, "I swear she is worse than my mother" he said. As Sarah was closing the door behind her, she heard him say, "An absolute treasure, my life would be hell without her to smooth out the bumps and keep things on track." Sarah smiled to herself, "You'd better believe it, Buster!" she thought.

About 10 minutes later, David showed Mr Brown out and asked Sarah to come in. As soon as they were sitting in his office, he said, "I am sorry about that, but I wanted to make a suggestion regarding somewhere to talk privately before you made arrangements at home to just go for a drink after work. Instead of doing that, do you think your husband would mind if I took you to dinner tonight, instead? I know a nice little restaurant, where the food is very good, and the tables are set in discreet alcoves. We could talk privately there over dinner and no-one could listen."

Sarah thought for a moment before answering. "I have a situation at home that I really need to get to the bottom of, and I was going to do that tonight, but it might be a good idea to let that stew for another day. I would have to go home first, to change. I would have to phone John to let him know I will be going out tonight and he would have to fend for himself. Yes, as long as it is understood that this is not a 'date', it is purely a discreet meeting where we can clear the air between us over this."

"Of course," said David, "I wouldn't presume it could be anything else. I simply thought this might create a more relaxed atmosphere where we could sort this mess out. I want to thank you for how you have taken this. Most ladies seeing that picture would have gone ballistic, and I would now be clearing my desk, watched by security. There is another thing I am going to do, I am going to go to my bank at lunchtime and stop the mandate for them to collect the payments for the car. It's the least I can do, after you ha............... What? What have I said? I thought you would be pleased."

Never the best at hiding her emotions, Sarah's face had 'ANGER' written all over it.

"You will do no such thing!" She said in a voice that brooked no argument. "What do the payments for the car have to do with this? Do you think that is why I am keeping this to myself? Do you think that is why I copied those pictures in a file on my computer? You say you have feelings for me then you as good as call me a blackmailer?"

David was on his knees in front of her, holding her hands in his, looking up at her. "I didn't mean that," he said, almost terrified that he had offended her in this way. "It was the only way I could think of to say thank you.

I have been going out of my mind with worry since I found the camera wasn't in my briefcase, last night. I came back here at about 10:30 and got security to let me in to search the office for it. When I couldn't find it I checked your desk and it wasn't there either, so I thought the cleaners must have picked it up. I knew it hadn't been handed in, because I had asked security. That's why I came in early today and had started clearing my desk, because I was sure that I was about to be sacked. When I asked you to come into my office, I was going to tell you that I had lost my camera and if anyone found it and looked at the pictures I would be fired. I wanted to warn you about it, and tell you that one of the pictures on the camera was of you, and I had taken it looking down your blouse and it showed your breasts.

When you put the camera on my desk, I looked at you, expecting you would be furious with me, but you didn't seem angry and I thought, maybe, if you hadn't looked at the pictures, I could just delete them, and nobody would know. But of course, you had looked and you did know. That was why I asked if you would allow me to resign and salvage some dignity, instead of being fired. I don't understand why I am still employed here, and even less, why you haven't stormed out on me. That's why I thought I could show my gratitude by cancelling the rest of the payments for the car. I never thought you would see that as an attempt to bribe you not to say anything. Please forgive me, honestly, I never meant it like that."

Looking at him, kneeling at her feet like he was, Sarah's heart went out to him. It occurred to her how strange a coincidence this was. The two men in her life, her boss and her husband, within a few hours of each other, were both almost in tears in front of her. "I think you had better get up," she said softly, all trace of her anger gone. "If anyone comes in, this would be all round the company before lunch, and the assumption would be that we are having an affair. Then I really would have to look for a new job. I am not entirely sure in my own mind, why I am not furious with you about that picture. I know I should be, but I am not. I spent some time looking at it last night, while John was out, and, by the way, he knows nothing about any of this. I didn't even tell him I had found the camera. The file I downloaded the pictures to is hidden away inside another file where he has no reason to go, so he won't see it. The file is also password protected so even if he finds the file he can't open it. I actually think it's a very nice picture. I am not even going to ask you to delete it ...... Well, not as such. I do think you should clear all of those photos from the camera memory, but if you want to keep them, including the one of me, on a secure computer at home, I don't mind.

Why have I not hit the roof over this? I'm not sure. For one, I actually like working for you. You have been very nice to me from the first day, although I realise now that was probably tied in to why you took that photo of me. You have never given me any cause for concern over the feelings you say have for me, in fact I never even suspected that you thought of me like that at all. Quite frankly, I am flattered. You are a very attractive young man David, and it is nice to know that I can still arouse those feelings in a man, especially one who is several years younger than me. You are intelligent, good at your job and respected. You have a good future ahead of you, and I certainly have no desire to put such a big black mark on that future. You say you have feelings for me, but you respect the fact that I am married. I am going to tell you that I too have feelings for you. Not the same as you say you have for me, but feelings just the same. I really like you, not just as the person I work for, but as a friend, and maybe a little bit more, as an attractive and well mannered young man."


Working Relationship Ch. 02



She pulled on his hands and he got to his feet. "That's better," she said, "Now at least if anyone comes in it won't look as if there is something going on between us. I never envisioned having men on their knees before me. I shall have to think about this new development, I don't know about this, but I think I could get to like it."

David looked at her for a moment, trying to decide if she was serious or just teasing him. He hadn't ever dared to think he would actually do what he had fantasised about in his most private moments. Ever since she had come to work for him, in his fantasies, the place he had longed to be was kneeling at her feet. Here at work he had to be in charge. Sarah was his personal assistant so he was her immediate boss, but away from the office he dreamed of being hers to command. For a few wonderful moments his fantasy had become reality, as he knelt before her begging her forgiveness for having offended her.

Sarah looked at him, standing in front of her with his head still bowed as if he was afraid to look at her face. As her gaze continued down she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. 'O.M.G' she thought, 'he has got an erection. But why? Surely it can't be because I was annoyed with him over the car loan thing?'

"David!" She said sternly, "Control yourself. You had better sit down behind your desk until you have finished playing 'tents' in your underwear. I think we do really need to talk about our future relationship, and the sooner we do so the better. Let's take things one step at a time. As I see it, there are two options. Either I ask H.R for a move, I'll have to think of a plausible reason why, then you will get a new P.A, OR, we work something out and I remain here. That means that we have to go back to a working relationship and all this has got to stop, now. For myself, I like my job here and, as I said, I like working for you and would like to stay. What do you want?"

Still unable to look her in the eye, David said, quietly "I would like you to stay, if you think you can still bear to be around me, knowing how I feel about you."

"All right! So we are agreed on that, that we both want to try and continue working together," She said gently. "In that case I think it is vital we have that private chat, away from the office, to try and work out how we are going to deal with this ... personal difficulty." Her tone changed again, back to the stern tone that controlled John so well. "Sit up straight and look at me when I am talking to you. Behaving like you are at the moment, around the office, is exactly what will make people notice and assume we are having an affair, I know the 'Jungle telegraph' in this place and once a rumour like that starts, nothing will stop it. You are still my boss, and you have to behave as such, otherwise I will have to ask for a move, whether I want to or not. We have spent far too much time on this already today, so now I am going to tell you what is going to happen.

You can phone that restaurant and book us a quiet table for 7:30 this evening. You will pick me up at home at 7:00, dressed for an evening out with a work colleague, not someone you are taking out on a date. Leave me to sort it out with my husband. You will not wait in your car for me to come out, you will come to the door like a civilised person would, and escort me from the house. We will have a pleasant meal together, as we have done before, while away from home for a meeting. You will return me to my home by 10:30 at the latest, and if there is more to sort out you will come in and we will discuss it in front of John. I am not having my neighbours seeing you, pull up and wait for me in your car. Then I come down the path, dressed as if I have a date, then returning so late they don't know what time I came home. At 10:30 they will still be up and see you escort me to my door, which will be opened by John, who will welcome you into our home. All open and above board. Is that clear?" David nodded. "Good, by the end of this evening we will either have sorted out a relationship we can work with, or tomorrow I will ask for a move to another department. Is that also clear?"

David was overjoyed. He couldn't believe it, she was going to go out to dinner with him. His mind was still on his fantasy when he replied, without thinking, "Yes Mistress." As he realised what he had said, his hand flew to his mouth as if it could call back that word. The word that he knew could ruin him.

Sarah only just caught the 'Mistress' tagged onto his agreement, and the implications of that word spun through her mind and caused a response that she wasn't expecting, much lower down. She definitely needed some time to think about this situation.

"That is exactly what I am talking about," she said, glaring at him. "One slip like that in the wrong place and we could both be in serious trouble. We could make a joke of it, maybe once, as we did with Mr Brown, but it would still cause people to look at us more critically, and then the slightest thing could get blown up by the gossips into a full blown affair. If you can't be more careful, this is not going to work. Whatever we decide this evening, regarding any personal contact between us, here at work, nothing can be allowed to change. In the office I am still your P.A and you are my boss. I am prepared to try to make this work, but you have got to be more careful. Do you understand?"

David squared his shoulders and for the first time in a while, looked into her face. "Yes, I am sorry that will not happen again, but you said 'regarding any personal contact', does that mean I can hope there may be some personal contact between us, outside work?"

Now it was Sarah's turn to look at the floor between her feet. "I don't know David, honestly, I don't know."

She looked up at him. "Last night those photos came as a complete shock to me. I came into work expecting to hand you back your camera and have you wipe the photo of me. Then I would either accept your apology or ask for a move to another department. I had already decided that this would be kept between us, H.R were not going to be involved. What did I get? The apology, which I had already decided I would accept, as long as I thought it was genuine, which I know it was. Then, a confession! You tell me you are, in plain language, in love with me. That was totally unexpected and knocked me sideways. You make a suggestion about the payments for the car, which was unacceptable and I tell you so, and suddenly you are on your knees in front of me, with an obvious erection, begging me to forgive you. I make a decision about arranging a time and place to talk, and you address me as 'Mistress', a word that has many meanings, but in the light of what I have seen and what you have said, can mean only one thing."

"I won't pretend that the sight of you on your knees asking me to forgive you didn't have an effect on me, because it did. I won't elaborate on that, it is too personal. Then you addressed me as 'Mistress' and that effect suddenly intensified. Quite a bit if I am honest, so I have to say, 'I don't know'. I need time to think, and sitting here with you, I can't think clearly. So, we will stop this conversation now. We will get back to a normal day's work, as much as we possibly can, and I will allow you to take me out this evening, so we can talk in private. Now go ahead and book the table. I will phone John and sort out my arrangements for this evening. That is the best I can offer you at this moment David."

"This evening is going to be difficult for both of us, and there is no point in pretending that it won't be. You have made a statement that puts me in a very difficult position. I think we can work out something that will make it possible for me to continue to work with you. By the end of the evening I do hope that will be the case, but I am not promising anything."

Standing up she walked to the door and opened it. Looking back at him, she said "I don't want to hear anything more about this until you collect me at 7:00. We are here to work, not play, and we both have things to do."

Back at her desk, Sarah tried to think over everything which had happened since she had arrived at work. David had professed his love for her. His offer of cancelling the payments on the car she knew she had overreacted to, but his response to her reaction had stunned her almost as much as him telling her of his feelings. What had completely thrown her was her own body's reaction to David, on his knees, begging her forgiveness, and him being so aroused while doing so, that he had an erection.

Suddenly she heard in her mind, John's voice from last night. 'I had an erection ...... It was what he said ...... That I like the thought of him giving you 'a good seeing to' ...... That he would let me watch to see how a real man does things.'

Things began to come together in her mind. John had always been easy to control, she only had to speak sternly and he would do as she wanted. She had been angry at the suggestion that David had made and seeing how angry she was, he had thrown himself at her feet and begged her to forgive him. He too was sporting an erection, just like John had been last night. Was David's because he was on his knees, being submissive to her? Was John's because Mick had suggested what he had? If that suggestion had, had the slightest chance of ever happening, John would have been submissive to both of them? She shuddered at the thought of being touched by that dirty, foul mouthed piece of rubbish. She realised that the thought of David replacing Mick in that scenario, caused a completely different reponse in her. When she had taken control and told David what he had to do, without hesitation he had placed himself completely in her hands, even addressing her as 'Mistress'. Did John see her as his Mistress too?

She now had two men in her life, her husband and her boss, who was a man she had respect and admiration for, both of whom said they were in love with her and who both seemed to want to be submissive to her. The other thing she didn't quite understand was, why this situation, far from disgusting her, she found immensely exciting.

Pulling out her mobile phone, she placed a call to John's private number at work. He sounded really pleased to hear from her, but she told him she was busy and didn't have time to chat. She told him something had come up at work, and because she and David needed to work out how they should deal with it, he had invited her to have dinner with him at a quiet restaurant he knew, where they could talk without being interupted. "He is picking me up at 7" she said, "So you will have to sort out your own dinner, but I don't want you going down to that club for a snack. You will stay at home. You can get something from the freezer to eat, and I will be back by 10:30. This does mean I will not be able to find out what that was all about last night, unless you have decided to tell me before I go up to bed, but it doesn't mean I have forgotten about it. You are still sleeping in the spare room tonight, but the 2 weeks if you haven't told me what it was about, is deferred, for another 24 hours." Then she hung up.

Then she used the internet browser on her phone, to look up "Submissive Men" on 'Google' where she found a lot of sites, mainly what she saw were 'porn sites'. She opened one site, where the description looked as if it was more serious than the rest, for someone seeking answers.

It was a plea for help from a lady who had found that her boyfriend was a submissive and wanted to know how to deal with it. The reply that had been posted was very interesting.

It had said that him being sub to her, didn't have to involve her beating him or anything else that she wasn't comfortable with. The point was that him being submissive to her, meant that decisions regarding their life together were for her to make, not him, all of them. If she felt he had displeased her in some way and she felt that for this she wanted to spank him for having embarrassed her, that was her decision to make. She would then carry out his punisment, to whatever level she felt his offence deserved, in whatever way she thought appropriate. She might decide he only deserved banishment to the spare room, which might hurt the submissive as much as a spanking, although in a different way, or she might decide he actually deserved a caning. How many strokes and how hard, were again, for her to decide. He ended by saying that as a submissive, her boyfriend would accept whatever she decided. Her decision was made to please her not him. She didn't have to fulfil any of his fantasies, unless she wanted to.

There was a second reply to this question, where similar sentiments were expressed, but this writer also suggested that, should the submissive's perfomance in bed not be to his lady's satisfaction, his punishment for failing her like this, as he said had happened in his own relationship, was that she had taken a lover, causing humiliation to him, her submissive partner. The writer said, he was expected to pick out and make ready the clothes she would wear when she went to meet her lover, and heaven help him if her lover was not pleased with his selection for the night. Her lover never wore a condom, and always finished inside her. When she returned home it was part of his duty to 'clean up' any mess. He would perform oral sex on her until she climaxed. Sometimes the lover came to the house, and on these occasions, sometimes he was allowed to watch his partner being satisfied by him, before 'cleaning up' afterwards.

Sarah was totally shocked. To her this sounded like the most extreme perversion she could imagine, but then, if John had got an erection when Mick had suggested exactly this, maybe this was what he wanted too.

The suggestion that she might be unhappy with John's sexual prowess, she thought ridiculous. Just because Mick's cock was bigger, why did that mean he would do a better job of satisfying her? He had even suggested John might want to watch as he screwed her. If that had been what had given John an erection, no wonder Mick had laughed at him. Did the thought of her with another man turn John on? Did he want her to take a lover?

As that thought came to her, Sarah cried out and dropped her phone in shock. She just sat, staring at the wall, unable to think or to do anything. David heard her cry and came out of his office. He spoke to her, but she didn't seem to hear him. He saw her phone on the desk and picking it up, scrolled through the question and the answers to it. He quickly put it in his pocket. He fetched a cup of water from the cooler and, returning to Sarah, offered it to her. "Have a drink of water Sarah, please, let us talk about this." He begged her.

Once again he went to his knees before her, holding the cup of water and gently speaking to her, reassuring her he was there for her, "I am so sorry Sarah, this is all my fault, I will resign, I'll go. I can't bear seeing you like this. Please, whatever you want I will do, but please speak to me." She didn't seem to hear him, although there were tears in her eyes now. He leaned forward, put his arms arround her and gently kissed her on the lips. "Sarah" he whispered to her, "It's all right, I am here. Please listen to me. I need you to speak to me, tell me what I must do, please."

He was about to kiss her again when there was a tap on the office door and before he could respond it opened. One of the secretaries looked in. "Oh God!" thought David, "That was close." Quick as a flash he said, "Janet! Oh thank goodness. Sarah has had a shock and it seems to have completely stressed her out. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"

Janet rushed over and put her arms round Sarah, hugging her and talking to her. After a couple of seconds, Sarah shuddered and the light came back into her eyes. She looked over Janets shoulder at David, who breathed a sigh of relief. Then her arms went round Janet, hugged her close and she winked at him. Then she just began to cry into Janet's shoulder. David had never even seen her get emotional let alone cry, and like most men, confronted with a womans tears he was lost. Janet just held her and let her cry, then held out her hand for the water, which David gave her. "It's all right Sarah" she said, "Take a drink of this, you will feel better." Sarah took the water but was shaking so much, Janet had to keep holding it for her. She took a couple of sips and began to calm down. "Oh God!" She groaned, "What happened?"

"I was in my office," David replied, "I heard you cry out and came to see what was wrong. You were just sitting staring at the wall. I was trying to get you to tell me what was wrong, when Janet happened by and she came to help."

"My phone, where is my phone?" Sarah cried, desperate that no one should see what she had been reading.

"I have it here, it is safe," said David.

Janet was looking into Sarah's eyes, trying to judge if she really was OK. "I think you should go and get checked out," she said, "Shall I phone for an ambulance?"

"No, don't do that, I will be all right now" Sarah said, sounding more like her old self. Then she wrapped her arms around Janet, hugged her, then pulling back just a little, she said, "Thank you, I just needed someone to hold me then." Their eyes met and as if on impulse, Sarah kissed her. Not a big sexy kiss, but definitely more than a 'friendship' touch of lips. Janet didn't pull away, but, after a few seconds, as if she had just realised what she had done, Sarah Pulled back. "Oh God! I am so sorry," she gasped "I don't know why I did that ...... I am so sorry Janet...... I didn't mean ...... What must you think of me ...... I ...... Please forgive me.

Janet held her and gently stroked her hair, "It's all right ... It doesn't matter, It was just the shock, I was here, and you needed someone. I am just glad I came by and was able to help." She leaned forward and whispered into Sarah's ear, very quietly so that David wouldn't hear, "Actually I rather enjoyed it, if ever you feel the need to do it again, call me."

Sarah blushed a little and was about to speak, but Janet gave a little shake of her head. Sarah gave a tiny nod to show she understood, then said, "I think I must have fainted. I had a shock and I didn't have time for breakfast this morning. It must have caught up with me, I will be all right now."

David looked at them. "Thank you so much Janet, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't happened by.

Janet looked at her watch, "Oh No!" She said, "I was supposed to be with Mr Davies 10 minutes ago, he will be furious, you know what a stickler he is for punctuality. I had better run."

David put his hand on her shoulder, "Give me a moment" he said. Picking up the phone he checked for the number and dialled. "Peter, It's David ...... OK now, thank goodness. Look, I have Janet with me and I believe she should have been with you. ............ Yes that's why I am phoning ............... Peter ... listen, Sarah has had a bad shock and for a few moments she was hysterical. I heard her, but I am useless if a woman is crying ............ I know, it's not something us men can cope with, is it. Anyway, Janet was passing on her way to you, heard the commotion and came to my rescue. She took over and it looks as if things are ok now, but she is upset because she should have been with you ......... I know, but I would consider it a huge favour, to me, if you wouldn't put a de-merit on her file for lateness ......... I really didn't know what to do and she was wonderful ......... That's great, I owe you one Peter, thanks. Hang on a minute, a thought has occurred to me, aren't you looking for a new P.A? ......... Yes, I know, how many pieces of 'eye candy' have you interviewed so far? ............ I thought so. Look Peter, I know its nice to have a sexy 19 year old, with legs up to her armpits, to decorate the outer office, but tell me, how many times have you tried to pinch Sarah from me? ......... A word to the wise Peter, if I didn't have Sarah, after the way Janet, came into an unexpected situation, and calm as anything, took over and set things right, I would take her on for the post in a heartbeat ......... Ha ha ha, In your dreams pal, Sarah stays with me. - But seriously, why keep looking outside, when what to me, looks like the perfect candidate, is right under your nose ............ It's your decision obviously, but do yourself a favour and interview her. You can do it this morning while she is with you ...... Yes don't make a big thing of it, just an informal chat. I honestly think she could be exactly what you need ...... OK. Thanks Peter, and think about that. I'm telling you, there is a lot to be said for having a regular secretary and assistant ...... honestly, I would be lost without Sarah and I think Janet could be just the one for you ............ Exactly ... Yes, I know she might not be 19, with a mini skirt and big boobs, but have you found one like that who doesn't have nothing in her head except the latest fashions and a new pair of shoes? ............ Yes I think she is very nice too, but that isn't why I am suggesting her, what you need is someone efficient who knows what she is doing ...... When you need something typing, or some filing doing, do you just ask for someone to come up, or do you ask for Janet? ...... I thought so ......... No Way! You find your own assistant. Ask her when she gets there if she would like to apply. She looks to me like she is a very capable lady, and she's not exactly bad to look at either, but that is secondary. Look, got to rush, thanks for that favour ...... Yes! Of course I will let you know how Sarah is ...... Speak to you soon ... Bye."




Working Relationship Ch. 02



Dropping the phone back on it's cradle he looked at the ladies and said "Right, that's sorted that out, Peter is fine, and if you could get down to his office in about 15 minutes, he will tell you what he wants typing up. No problem about timekeeping, its OK."

Janet looked stunned, "But you have just asked him to take me on as his P.A, you didn't have to do that."

"You didn't have to make yourself late to help me either, and all I have done is tell him the truth. I know he needs an assistant. Goodness knows he has interviewed enough 'pretty girls' who I wouldn't have even considered. It was about time someone marked his card and told him that what he needed was someone who actually knew what they were doing. You have just proved you are cool in a crisis, you can think on your feet and you have been here long enough to know what goes on around here. I honestly think you would make a great assistant for him. I know he has this thing about punctuality, But that's not really too bad, is it? He is actually a nice bloke when you get to know him. Good luck with the interview, but I think when he looks at what I think is obvious, he will ask you to accept the position and join him."

"That was really nice of you David," said Sarah, "Not many people would have done that."

"Yes I know," he said with a grin, "A knight in shining armour, that's me. Now let's get you sorted out. It's a bit early for lunch but you need a strong cup of tea and something proper to eat, and I am not letting you out of my sight until I am sure you have completely recovered."

He picked up the phone again and dialled his boss. "James" he said, "It's David Branson here. Look I have had a bit of a crisis, Sarah has had some bad news and it hit her very hard. She needs a couple of hours. I am going with her to make sure she is all right, so I will be out of the office for a while. Is that all right? ......... Thank you, I am sure it is nothing, but she gave me a bit of a fright and I am making sure she is OK before I let her come back in ...... No, I will let you know if she needs to go home, at the moment we are just taking a very early, extended lunch break ...... Thanks, I will ring as soon as I am back or when I know what is happening ....... Yes, I will tell her you said that, and thanks."

Janet still had her arms around Sarah, whose head was resting on her shoulder. She was looking at David, with her mouth open, hardly believing how he was organising things around Sarah's needs. He looked at them and said, "I will get my jacket and then you are coming with me Sarah. There is a nice quiet place up the road where we can get you something to eat. They have a decent menu, not all greasy fry-ups, and you need to eat something. When you have eaten, either I will take you home, or we can come back here, but only if you feel up to it."

As soon as David disappeared into his office, Sarah stood up, still holding on to Janet, and said quietly, "I really am sorry for ...... you know. I didn't mean to ... well ... Thank you for being so nice about it."

Janet took a quick glance at David's office door, then whispered, "Nothing to apologise for, I wasn't just saying that, I really did like it. I know, it was just the shock coming out, but I wasn't joking, if ever you feel like doing it again, in different circumstances, when we haven't got an audience, give me a call."

Sarah looked into her eyes and knew she meant it. She hugged her, then she said, "I don't normally do things like that, and I am a bit surprised that ...... Well, ... I .. umm ...... I rather liked it too." She covered her face with her hands as if embarrassed. Janet smiled and hugged her, "It's all right, but even if you just want to talk, no strings attached, call me. You would be surprised at how many girls sometimes feel in need of some ... 'feminine company'. It doesn't make you, you know, 'what you are afraid of', but another woman understands better than any man does." She drew Sarah close and hugged her again, "Call me." She said, then she gently kissed her. This kiss lasted a little longer, their lips parted and for a second there was a touch of tongues, then Janet pulled back, just before David came back into the room.



Working Relationship Ch. 03



When Sarah and David were sitting in the very nice café he took her to, David handed her back her phone and said, "That was all my fault, wasn't it? I saw what you were looking at on your phone and it was an internet page about submissive men. You were looking at it because of me, weren't you?" Sarah took a deep breath, and thought for a moment about how much she should tell him. Then she thought, "Why not?"

"That is only partly true David," she said. "Yes, it concerns you, but it is also connected to the problem I have at home, that I mentioned. It has been concerning me for a while, but last night, something happened which I think is going to bring things to a head. Seeing that page on the 'net, suddenly a lot of pieces dropped into place."

Sarah gave him a quick run-down of what had gone on in the club and John's reaction to it. "He clammed up and I was angry about him not telling me everything. I knew he was hiding something, so I banished him to the spare room telling him that unless he came clean, he would be spending a lot of time in there. I didn't really think about it at the time, but when I said he was like a child, but I couldn't smack him like a child when he was naughty, he blushed and looked almost disappointed. That didn't 'click' until I was looking at that web page, and one of the replies mentioned sending the submissive to the spare room, and other forms of punishment, including spanking. I should have noticed it last night, but I was too concerned over those photos on your camera. Then the second reply to that question, mentioned his failure to satisfy his wife, and her taking a lover. Not only did he know about her lover, but he selected and laid out his wife's things for her to go and meet him. waiting at home for her to return after she had spent the evening in bed with him. That was what that 'Mick' suggested to John that he wanted to do, and when he did, John got an erection." 

"John often buys me presents of underwear and things to wear, he has very good taste. Very occasionally he has bought me something I considered a little too racy to wear when we go out together, so it just sits in my wardrobe, but he although he might ask if I like it, other than that he never complains. I remember once, when we knew we would be seeing someone he had teased me about, saying he thought this man had a 'thing' about me, he suggested I wear one of those outfits, but of course I didn't." 

"That was what hit me back there. I thought 'does John want me to find a lover?', like the man who wrote in in answer to that question, while he waits at home. I look back at my concerns over the last year or so, and so many of the things he has said, taken that way, start to add up. He never attempted to argue with me about him being sent to the spare room, not even when I threatened him with 2 weeks sleeping there as a punishment. That reply on the web said about any punishment being decided on by the dominant, and the submissive must accept what she decides without question. John accepted his punishment without comment. Maybe he is like that"

David nodded. "It is possible, but he is still a very lucky man. In his place I would have been prostrate on the floor, telling you everything, and begging your forgiveness for having caused you any concern."

Sarah thought for a moment, "What about selecting her clothes, which had to please her lover or he would be in trouble?"

Once again David nodded. "Once again, that depends on the requirements of his lady. Basically, as I see it, a cuckold/hotwife relationship is a variation of the dom/sub relationship. The sub/cuckold hands all responsibilty to the hotwife/mistress, for everything. If he is given a task to perform for her, he must complete that task to her satisfaction. His performance in bed is just another task, so failing her there is another failure and deserves punishment. He doesn't decide if he deserves it, she does. If he has failed her in bed, why wouldn't she find someone else who can satisfy her there? It's just another form of punishment for him and so he doesn't decide what form his punishment should take, how severe it should be, not even when it should happen, she does. 

For example; If she has a girlfriend over, and while serving them drinks, he drops a glass and spills the drink on her friend, she may decide it was an accident, and just tell him to be more careful. On the other hand, she may decide he needs a lesson, and order him to bring her the cane, then to strip naked, in front of her and her friend, then to bend over the table, or a chair. She may then cane him herself or hand her friend the cane and let her cane him, as she was the injured party. They are two extremes for the same offence, but whichever way she decides, the Sub will not claim she is unfair, or argue about it in any way. His 'Lady' has decided and that's the end of it."

Sarah was amazed, she knew things like this happened, but had no idea it was discussed so openly. "But, what about her taking a lover? Does that really happen too?" she asked. David didn't answer, but opened his Laptop and swiched it on. When it was ready he brought up a page from his 'bookmarks', turned the screen to her and said "choose a picture." The screen was almost filled with thumbnails of ladies, almost all of them naked and most of them with a man. Feeling a bit self concious, she clicked on a picture. It opened the picture up full size and she could see the lady had the man's penis in her mouth, and another man was looking on. What struck her most was the size of the mans cock, it was twice the size of John's.

David selected another picture, and it opened. On this one Sarah could see the lady's wedding ring and from the look on her face she was obviously enjoying the attentions of the man between her spread open thighs. Standing in the background was another man, masturbating as he watched, his endowment obviously nowhere near that of the lady's lover. Sarah knew her face had gone red, and David closed the site down to save her further embarrassment.

Sarah had an idea. A way to push John into admitting what he wanted, but she would need time to set it up. "How much time do we have before we have to go back?" she asked. "As much as you want or need," David said. If what you want to do would take too long for a lunch break, take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow as well if you want. Everyone is concerned about you. Even James Macintosh, the Managing Director, sends his best wishes for a speedy recovery, and told me to tell you to take whatever time you need. He will personally authorise whatever time you take, on full pay, and your job remains open for you, whenever you want to come back. That was who I cleared this break with. He told me I was to stay with you for as long as you need me. You are a very well respected member of the team, Sarah, and don't for one moment think you are just another face that can easily be replaced." 

Sarah decided to confide in him, what she wanted to do. "I want to send a couple of emails to our home computer, then text John, telling him to read them as soon as he gets home, and carry out the instructions I have given him on, them. Do you think that would work?"

"I don't see why not," said David, "I suppose it depends on what you want him to do."

Sarah looked a bit embarrassed, "I was thinking of telling him to open only the first email, and if he agreed with my assessment of our discussion last night, and was prepared to talk about it, he could then open the second one. He knows we are going out for dinner tonight, and I was thinking of telling him to choose and lay out what I will wear on this 'date'. He knows it is you I am going out with, and it will be in a public place, so he wouldn't suggest I wear anything too outrageous, but if I tell him to imagine although I am with you, I am actually going out with someone who I am considering as a potential lover. I could ask him what would he choose for me to wear if that was the case, and lay out that alongside his selection for me tonight. If I put it like that it might give me some idea of which way his mind is working these days. What do you think?"

David grinned, "I must admit to liking the bit about it being a 'date' and about me being a potential lover," he said, "But are you sure you want to push him into deciding about this right now?"

"Yes" said Sarah, "The sooner I know what is going on in his mind, the sooner we can put all this behind us. At the moment I feel like I am walking on eggshells and I know he wants to tell me, but he is afraid I won't approve. If I have this all wrong, when he sees how extreme I think his desires might be, anything less should be much easier for him to admit to."

"But to a certain extent, you will be committing yourself to this as well. What if he lays out something you wouldn't be prepared to wear in public? Say he puts out something that shows your breasts through it, but doesn't put out a bra to wear under it. If you only wear what he puts out, would you go out like that. It would mean your breasts were clearly visible. Could you go through with wearing that?"

"I might be tempted to slip another top into my bag and put that on to cover up in the reastaurant, but, Yes, I think I would. Just to see his reaction to me, walking out on the arm of someone else, dressed in just the things he chose for me to wear while out with another man. You see, this isn't just because of last night. For some time there have been hints of something along these lines. Last year, for example, I found a magazine with adverts in from people wanting to meet others for sex. I believe it's known as a 'contact magazine'. I challenged him about it and he said someone had given it to him. Later that evening he asked if I ever thought about other men. When I asked why he wanted to know, he said it was just something he wondered about. I made all the proper noises, about only wanting him, but I got the feeling he was somehow, disappointed."

David said, "If you are sure, but I wouldn't send it as an email. It also mustn't go through the firm's email system, they are all monitored. You could do it on my laptop, and send it with the Wi-Fi connection from here.

He opened up his email program and handed the computer to Sarah. Try a draft version and see how it looks.

"You say Mr Macintosh says I could take the rest of the day off?" Sarah asked.

"Yes" said David, "That's no problem, and he said I was to stay with you until I was sure you were OK."

Sarah thought for a few moments then she asked, "Would it be all right if you took me home instead of back to work, and I took the rest of the day off? I could send John a text and put the instructions on our own computer for him to read. That way they are not being sent anywhere. When John comes home I will have much more control over what happens, if I am there. Anyway, after making such a fool of myself in the office, it might look better if I took the rest of the day off sick ......... maybe tomorrow as well. That would give you the chance to ask the 'pool' for Janet, to fill in for me, which would probably make absolutely sure, when he sees that, that Peter Davies will offer her the position as his P.A."

David looked at her and grinned. "What gives with you and Janet?" he asked. "You winked at me, so I knew you were back in control, and then you kissed her. But you made out that you were embarrassed, and it was just because of the shock. Then, when I came out of my office, I was pretty sure you two had just broken off from another kiss. Anything I should know about here?"

Sarah giggled. "Sometimes it pays to know who you are dealing with," she said. "There has been a rumour going round about Janet for some time. Nothing concrete, but the feeling is, that she, shall we say, 'prefers female to male company'. Just in case she saw something when she came in, I thought it might be best if she was ... ummm ... on our side, so I gave her the impression that she and I might have, 'some things in common'. Sort of a, 'us girls have to stick together' feeling. Then you practically hand her a promotion to being Peter's P.A. After that she is definitely not going to say anything nasty about us. By the way, I wasn't so far out of it that I didn't notice you stealing a kiss when you thought I was unable to resist.

Another thing I thought of. After your recommendation, I think she is almost bound to get that job. The only thing against her is that she will be a bit 'green' at first. Why don't you tell Peter that if he takes her on, I will take her under my wing and she can work alongside me for a couple of weeks, sort of 'training her up'? With any luck, the 'jungle drums' will pass it around that she and I might be now be 'an item', and that would certainly defuse any suspicion about us."

David took her hand across the table, "Do you mean there might be a chance of an 'us' someday?"

Sarah looked at him, "I don't know David. I am not going to cheat on John. I really do love him, but if my suspicions are right, and it continues to look as if he is like that the person whose answer I read on the 'net', if anything is going to happen in that line, I would rather it was with someone who really cared about me, not someone like that stupid, ignorant oaf, Mick. He might be well endowed, but he is repulsive. Anyway, it all depends on John, I won't cheat on him."

David turned his laptop back to himself, and selected another page of thumbnails. He scrolled down until he found what he wanted and clicked on it. When the picture opened he turned the screen back to Sarah, with a grin. The picture just showed a woman's torso, in a white Tee Shirt. Across her breasts, the shirt was printed in green, It's not cheating - if my husband watches! 

Sarah burst out laughing. "I think you had better take me home. I have some hard thinking to do, but on the way I want to make a couple of stops. Is that OK?"

"Where do you need to go?" David asked. 

"I need a new phone, for a start," she said. "I have to manufacture a 'received text' , to account for what happened in work, and it has to be believable. My current phone is going to help me do that. I also want to get something which, if my suspicions are correct, I might need, but I will also need your help for that."

"Anything" he said, looking puzzled. 

Sarah blushed, "I need a sex shop, but not some seedy back street 'porno mag' place, I need to be able to go in without feeling dirty for doing so," she said. "Do you know of anywhere like that, where I can purchase, what are referred to as, 'marital aids'?"

"I do know of one place, but I have never been in it myself. It might be better if I went in instead of you." said David. "There can be some rather nasty people in places like that, although I did hear this one is quite respectable."

"No! This is something I really do have to do myself," Sarah said.

David walked her back to the company car park, where they got into his car. He drove round and stopped outside reception. "Wait here," he told her, "I will let James know that I am taking you home, and I will be back soon." He almost ran into the building and spoke to the security guard. Sarah saw him pick up the phone, speak to someone, then he came running back.

"OK," he said as he got back in the car, "Work is sorted. The shop I mentioned is across town, so where do you want to go first? Who is your mobile contract with?" Sarah told him and they were soon pulling up outside a mobile phone shop. They went in and Sarah told the salesman that she was having a problem with an nuisance caller and wanted to change her number. The salesman suggested it would be easier if she cancelled the contract she was on and bought a new phone with a new number, on a new contract. David was about to speak, to say that wasn't necessary but Sarah cut him off. "I will do that then," she said. She then negotiated a good deal on the latest brand new smartphone, leaving the salesman still feeling smug that he had sold it to her, when in truth, that was what she had intended to get when she came in. "You didn't have to spend that much," David told her, "he could have just cancelled your old contract and sold you a new Sim card." Sarah smiled, "I know, but I have never liked this phone, so I thought it was a good time to change it, and to let him sell me another one. This is the one I wanted anyway, and to sell it, he gave me a much better deal that I would otherwise have got."

David grinned, "Remind me never to do business with you," he said, chuckling, "You would have the shirt off my back. Now, this shop you want. Are you sure you want to go there?"

Sarah looked a little apprehensive. "It might be a waste of money, but if I do need what I have in mind, when I need it, I will need it then and there. I just hope it won't be too expensive. Let's go, and I will finally decide whether to buy it when I know what it is going to cost."

David pulled up at the side of a small, but quite respectable looking shop. The name over the door was 'Life in Harmony' and although there was a sign stating 'Over 18's Only,' this was the only thing which marked it as a place that sold 'Adult' products.

David looked at Sarah and could see she was nervous. "Let me check it out first. I will only be a minute," he said, and got out of the car before she could object. Opening the shop door he went inside. Although there were the usual 'sex shop' displays, he thought the place looked clean. At the sound of the doorbell a friendly looking, middle aged lady appeared from the back room. She smiled at him and asked if he needed any help. David said he didn't, but his friend, who had never been into a shop like this, might. He had just come in to check it was suitable for her to come in alone, and he would send her in.

The door bell then sounded again and Sarah entered the shop. "Thank you David, would you wait in the car please," she said.

The shop lady smiled as David left the shop without a word. As the door closed behind him, she said "I do like to see a man who knows his place, I hope he is always as obedient as that."

Sarah took her cue from her, and said, "Usually, yes. But sometimes ... well, sometimes he needs a small ... shall we say, a reminder." 

"Mine does too" the woman replied, "Not too often now, but sometimes he does need correcting. I think sometimes he misbehaves deliberately, just because he likes to feel my firm hand, bringing him back into line."

Sarah smiled, "Yes, I think they all do that" she said, "They know that all they have to do is obey, but they will keep sliding back into their old, silly ways. But occasionally, I feel that just my hand is not quite enough to adequately match the offence. Do you ever find that?" She looked around the displays, and in a locked glass case she saw what she was looking for, a selection of paddles and canes. She began to study the items on display, through the glass. "I don't want to have to do it, but sometimes, for his own good, he needs to be shown the error of his ways."

The door bell sounded again and David stepped into the shop. "I told you to wait in the car" said Sarah, very sternly. "This lady has just complemented me on you being so obedient, and you embarrass me by immediately disobeying me! Really! A simple instruction like 'wait in the car'. Is that too much to ask?" With her back to the assistant, Sarah winked at David.

David responded, "I apologise Mistress, but I have to move the car. I didn't want you to come out of the shop and find I wasn't there waiting for you." He dropped to his knees in front of her. "Please forgive me Mistress."

"STAND!" Said Sarah, and immediately David stood erect, but with his head down looking at the floor. "Oh David," she said, "what am I going to do with you?" She put one finger under his chin and raised his head until she was looking into his eyes. "I will forgive you. Under the circumstances you were correct to come and tell me." She leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips. "But do not make a habit of disobeying me." Then she turned to the assistant, "Is there anywhere around he can park for a few minutes?"




Working Relationship Ch. 03



The assistant smiled and nodded her head. "If you turn into the lane at the rear of the shop, we have two parking places there. Use one of those and your Mistress will be with you when she is ready."

Sarah smiled, "Thank you. It can be difficult finding suitable places to park. If I come again I will know to use them." David left the shop and Sarah turned back to the assistant. Punishment has it's uses, but I think a small reward occasionally can yield very effective results too. Don't you think so?" 

The assistant nodded, "Very true" she said as she unlocked the case which held the paddles. Sarah pretended to test them, although she didn't really know what to look for. "I don't want to raise the level too much at this point, they can be pushed too hard, too quickly and that, I think, works against what we wish to achieve. What would you recommend?"

The assistant selected a small stiff leather one and said, "I think this is a good one to begin with, if your Sub is only used to the hand. It raises things to the next level, but not excessively, leading to possibility to upgrade later to something more ... ummm ... effective." She 'swished' it in the air, to show the effect.

The sound of it gave Sarah a small tremor inside as she imagined how it would feel on her bottom. She looked at the lady and said, "This may be slightly unorthodox, but I wonder if you could perhaps ... demonstrate it for me?" The lady looked towards the doorwith a smile, but Sarah said, "No. I want this to be a surprise for him, but I would rather like to have first hand experience of how it feels, before I ...... 'show him the error of his ways'. I must admit I have never used anything like that before and I don't want to do him any damage, just correct him a little when he misbehaves. 

The assistant looked pleased to be able to demonstrate, and indicated Sarah should go into the back room. She dropped the catch on the shop door before following Sarah in. There was a sofa in the room and she indicated that Sarah should bend over that. "It's softer and more comfortable than the counter" she said. Sarah bent over the sofa back, and was surprised when the assistant raised her skirt and slip to display her tights and panties. "I always think too many clothes ruins the effect, don't you? She asked. Sarah managed to answer "Yes" although she was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. The assistant said, "I actually like my Sub's to count, and thank me for each stroke. My name is Sandra, but when you thank me, You will address me as Ma-am or Mistress. As this is really only a test for you to feel it's effectiveness, perhaps only a couple like this, and then a couple more on your bare bum. If it is too much, just say 'BANANA' and I will stop."

Sarah nodded, and braced herself. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl and she wondered how she would take it. She had only suggested this because she thought she should know how it felt, if she was going to administer this to John. She heard the 'swish' of the paddle and felt it strike her bottom. A fraction after it struck, the pain arrived. "Don't forget to count my dear, I always say 'if a stroke is not counted, it doesn't count'," said Sandra. "We will have to do that one again." 'Swish – Whack!' This time Sarah remembered. "One. - Thank you Ma-am." "That's a Good girl" came the reply. 'Swish – Whack!' "Two. – Thank you Ma-am." "Very good" came back the response. 'Swish – Whack!', a little harder. "Oh! .. Three. – Thank you Ma-am." 

Then Sarah felt the paddle being placed on her back, and her tights and panties being drawn down below the cheeks of her bottom, leaving her bum naked for the next strokes. The paddle was removed from her back and Sandra said, "I think perhaps, now you know how it feels, a little harder this time, my dear, don't forget – 'BANANA' if it is too much, and I will stop. I would always suggest your sub has a 'safe word'. It prevents misunderstandings" 'Swish – CRACK!' On Sarah's bare bottom it really stung and brought a sharp intake of breath from her, but she responded, "Ahh! ... Four – Oh My God! ... Thank you Ma-am." "That's a Good Girl! Sandra responded. I think that was getting close to your limit, wasn't it? We won't push things too far on your first time. This is your first time, isn't it my dear?" "Yes, it is" said Sarah. 'Swish – Smack!' This one was nowhere near as hard, but unexpected. "I beg your pardon!" said Sandra. "Yes it is Ma-am" Sarah corrected herself. A Hand pressed on the small of her back, "Remember, when there is no count, then the stroke doesn't count" said Sandra. Let's try that one again. 'Swish – Smack!' Sarah groaned, although the smack hadn't been anywhere near as hard as some of the others, and she responded, "Ohhh - Oh God – Five – Oh! ... Thank you Ma-am." 

Sandra's hand returned to her back, preventing her from rising. "I think we are almost there," she said as she gently stroked Sarah's bottom with the paddle. "Almost but maybe ........." 'Swish – smack!' This was the gentlest one yet, but the reaction from Sarah's pussy was so sudden it took her breath away. "Ohhhhh! Oh God, Oh My God! Ohhhhh! ... Six – Oh – Thank you Ma-am, Thank you. Ohhhh God! ......Thank you. 

Sandra's hand pressed between her thighs and two fingers slipped easily into Sarah's, very wet pussy. The orgasm that the paddle had started, now went into overdrive as Sarah began to hump against the invading digits. "Shhhh, It's ok, let it go. That's right – Sandra understands, I know how much you needed this, just let it go. The pain is over, only the pleasure remains, so let yourself go.

As her orgasm subsided, Sarah folded over the sofa back, trying to get her breath back. The fingers which had been deep inside her, were slowly removed and presented in front of her face. "Clean!" Sandra ordered. Immediately Sarah opened her mouth and Sandra inserted her fingers. Sarah licked and sucked her juices from them.

Sandra took hold of her shoulders from behind and brought her to a standing position. She gently kissed her on the lips. "There now," she said, "That wasn't so bad was it? You were very brave, I don't think you even considered using the safe word, but then, I knew you wouldn't. From the second stroke your bottom wasn't trying to flinch away, it was rising to meet the paddle. That was when I knew you would go through with it. I hoped I could bring you to that level where the sensations took over and you couldn't help yourself. I am so pleased that you did cum for me. Now if I wrap your purchase, while you pull your kickers and tights up and make yourself look respectable. It wouldn't do to let that nice young man see you like this, now would it? It would quite spoil the effect of his training to date."

The assistant showed her a bottle filled with a liquid. "After using the paddle, if you rub some of this on him, it will numb the area, and help prevent bruising. I recommend it to anyone who buys any disiplinary implements, and she popped the bottle into the bag. "Use the paddle with care at first, you can always increase the weight of a stroke, or add another one, but once struck you can't take it back Always ensure that the blade stikes flat, if you catch him with the edge it can cut."

Sarah paid for her purchases with her card, "Thank you once again Ma-am" she said, "I must admit that was quite an experience. One I didn't expect to have when I came in, but it was most enlightening," she blushed, and almost whispered, "And it was one I may very well wish to repeat at some time."

Sandra smiled, and looked at the name on Sarah's credit card as she handed it back to her. "It has been a pleasure for me too Mrs Saunders," she said. She wrote something on the back of the receipt before slipping it into the bag. That is my personal number should you feel in need of some personal assistance when the shop is closed. I would be pleased to help at any time." As she handed Sarah the bag she gently squeezed her hand. Sarah held onto her hand for a moment, then raised it to her lips and kissed it. "It's Sarah, and thank you again Sandra, I am sure we will meet again, soon."

Back in the car she apologised to David for the way she had spoken to him in the shop. "Because of the purchase I was looking for, I needed to create a certain atmosphere. The assistant assumed you were my submissive, and it seemed prudent to let her continue to think that."

David smiled, "Your servant apologises again for having displeased you, and thanks his Mistress for being gracious enough to forgive him. The kiss, in a public place, was an honour he never expected."

Sarah blushed and giggled. "Now I am not sure if you are serious or just teasing me," she said.

He had no trace of a teasing grin as he looked at her. "Maybe a little of both," he said, "But the truth, never the less." Then, this time without asking, he leaned across and kissed her. His tongue touched her lips and they opened to admit him. So soon after the shattering orgasm she had experienced in the back room of the shop, her body automatically responded to the erotisism of his kiss. Her arms went round his neck and she surrendered to her bodys response. His hand dropped to her breast and, cupping it he gently rubbed her nipple with his thumb, feeling it respond and stiffen at his touch.

He took his hand away and broke the kiss, gently stroking her face. "When I told you I loved you, it wasn't something I said to keep you sweet, so you wouldn't go to H.R," he said, "It was all true and I meant every word. That kiss probably means that dinner tonight is a waste of time, you have most likely already made up your mind that we can no longer work together. I know I will probably only ever see you again as our paths cross in the office, but I won't ask you to make a decision to stay with me against your judgement. I understand your concerns regarding 'office relationships' and I know why they are not permitted. If you think we can hide any feelings we have for each other, and work together, I would be happy to try, but if you decide that we cannot continue, whatever else, I want you to know that I told you the truth. I really do love you."

Sarah's heart was pounding. He had stirred up feelings she didn't know she had, and her mind was in turmoil. She reached out and drew his head towards her, "While we are checking out our feelings here, I need to know something about myself too," she said. She pressed her lips to his and their mouths opened in what was an uninhibited, highly sexual, french kiss. His hand dropped to her breast again. After only the briefest time with him caressing her nipple, Sarah took his hand, removed it from her breast and placed it onto her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. Intensifying the kiss, she pushed his hand up her thigh, under her skirt and between her legs which she spread as wide as the car seat would allow. Breaking from his lips for a moment she whispered, "Just rip my tights ," before clamping her mouth back onto his.

David gripped the nylon at the crotch of her tights and ripped it apart. He pushed his hand inside to pull her panties away from her pussy. Two fingers slid inside her as his thumb found the bud of her clitoris. Pumping his fingers in and out of her, while rubbing her clit with his thumb, he could feel she was approaching her climax. Suddenly she groaned into his mouth and thrust her hips hard against his fingers, before she went stiff and began to shake uncontrollably. David held his hand still with his fingers thrust deeply into her pussy, while his thumb continued to rub her clitoris. Sarah grabbed his wrist and thrust his fingers even harder into her as she bucked against the pressure of his hand in her crotch. After a few moments, Sarah began to relax, coming down from her second mind blowing orgasm in less than 10 minutes. Their kiss had also relaxed, into a less frenzied, but still a lovers kiss.

Sarah broke away. "Oh God!" She gasped, "I have never done anything like that before. I need to think, and to think without you being near me. You cloud all of my reasoning and I have to make some cool, considered decisions here. You have to take me home. I have to sort out this thing that has been bothering me for some time, and I am going to do that this afternoon. The dinner date still holds, but please don't think what we have just done changes that into something else. We need to talk, it's even more important now than it was before, so it is a dinner appointment for us to talk ...... Is that understood?

David nodded, "Yes of course." He started the car, but Sarah noticed the bulge in his trousers and realised, while she had cum twice in the last few minutes, David hadn't and she could see he had an erection. Into her mind came the picture she had seen on his camera, in the bra and heels, and the thought she had forced away then, returned. He had looked so nice she had wanted to kiss and suck him then. Where they were parked it was very quiet and sheltered, so she thought, "Why not?" She put her hand on his arm. "Just a moment," she said, and she reached across, unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. She was greeted by the sight of his hard cock encased in a pair of lacy, white ladies panties. "Very pretty" she said as she pulled the front down, releasing his cock from it's prison. "Don't you go getting ideas," she said, "This is definitely a 'one off', but I feel it's only fair for me to reciprocate."

Dropping her head into his lap, she took him into her mouth and began to work her head up and down, sucking and licking his cock. "Oh My God!" He groaned, "Sarah. You don't have to do this ......... Oh Sh*t! ... Please ... Oh God in Heaven! ... Oh God! Oh yes! ... Yes ...... " His hips were jerking, pushing himself into her mouth. He felt his orgasm beginning to rise and tried to warn her. "Sarah, stop." He groaned. "You have to ...... Oh Stop. Oh God! I am going to cum. .... Sarah! You don't have to ...... Oh sh*t ...... Don't! ... Stop! ... ." Sarah just sucked harder, licking under the head where she knew was the most sensitive. She pushed her head forward, taking more of him into her mouth, while continuing to work her tongue on the underside of his penis.

David couldn't hold back any longer and his sperm erupted from his cock. Sarah held him inside her mouth, sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, so that not a drop escaped from her lips. When he had finished, she very slowly pulled back, keeping the suction as she did so, making sure she got every drop until his cock slipped from between her lips. 

She sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "WOW! Now that really was something ...... You are the only man, apart from my husband, I have ever done that for. In fact, other than John, you are the only man who I have ever allowed to touch me. I may never permit anyone, except John, to ever touch me again, I don't know, but, you gave me such a wonderful orgasm, I wanted to give you one too. Now we are equal, we are both guilty. We have both allowed this to go much too far. Whatever is the outcome tonight though, I will never forget today. Your kindness and consideration, your touch, the orgasm you gave me, and ...... Yes, I will say it, the feel of your cock in my mouth and the taste of your cum." David drew her face to his again and they kissed once more, but this time it was more gentle, a lovers kiss but without the passionate urgency of before.

"I think that I do love you David, but I love my husband, John, too. Is it possible for a woman to love two men? To love them so much she can't bear the thought of losing either of them?"

"I hope so," said David, "If I have to choose between having you as my lover or my assistant, I choose the lover. But if you can still be my assistant at work, and my lover outside the office, it might be being greedy, but I want both." 

"You had better take me home," said Sarah, very quietly. "Then you are going straight back to work. Once you get me home, you will take me to my door and then you are going to leave. Please David, don't ask me to let you come in. I know it was only your hand, and I only used my mouth, we didn't actually fuck, but I wanted more. I have been unfaithful to John, what we did was wrong. I not only allowed you to touch me, I wanted you to put your fingers inside me and bring me to orgasm. That's too close to full intercourse for me to claim I wasn't being unfaithful. I really wanted you to make love to me and only the lack of space prevented me begging you to do it. Then, in broad daylight in a public place where anyone could have seen me, I went down on you. I took you all the way, and I can't even claim your orgasm took me by surprise, because you tried to warn me - more than once. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. When you did, I took it and swallowed it, not because I had to or because you made me. I did it because I chose to, because I wanted to. 

If you push me to let you come in, I don't think I would be able to say no, and once inside, I know where it would lead. The way I feel at the moment, it would lead directly into the bedroom, and it mustn't."

David gently kissed her. "Then it is home for you, my lady, and it's back to work for me, but are you sure dinner tonight is still on?" Taking a handkerchief from his pocket he wiped away the tear which had appeared and was about to run down her cheek. "Please don't cry. Whatever you say, I will do. As I told you, I love you and I am yours to use or abuse, to love or hate, whatever you desire. I will never try to force you to do anything. All choices and decisions are yours, I am yours to command – I will obey." He put the car into gear and drove off.

Sarah didn't speak again until they were almost home. Occasionally she dabbed her eyes with his handkerchief. Suddenly she said, "After I had done that, sucked you I mean, you kissed me again. You knew the taste of your sperm would still be in my mouth, but you still kissed me. Didn't it bother you that you would be tasting your own cum?" He glanced at her, "No, I don't mind, not if it means I get to kiss you. I suppose it is a submissive thing, but I really don't mind." She didn't look at him, but said, "John never does that. He never kisses me after I have sucked him, although I must admit, I haven't done that in quite a while." As he pulled up outside her home, she said, "Walk me to the door, then when I have the door open, turn and come back to the car. Remember, we are being watched, so no inappropriate show of affection. You are my boss who has brought me home because I wasn't feeling well, that's all. Also, when you get back to work, ask if Janet can take over for me until I am back. It will help her to get that job with Peter. I will show her anything extra she needs to know when I come back to work. At 7:O'clock, you will be here to pick me up, and you will come to the door. I will be ready, but depending on the rest of this afternoon, I may or may not invite you in. Remember, we are going for a meal and a talk. Nothing else! This morning should not have happened, and we must put it behind us. If we can't, I can not come back to work for you."

David glanced at her, "Are you sure you are all right Sarah?" He said, "I know, we have to get through this, and it won't be easy, but I do want you to stay on as my assistant. I don't know what I need to say to prove how much I love and want you, but you know how much I respect you, as a woman and as my very efficient assistant. I understand you have a husband who you love. What happened back there was wonderful, but I know that I cannot expect anything like that to ever happen between us again. It will remain with me as a precious memory but I will never mention it unless you bring it up, and that would have to be in private.

Sarah collected her purchases, opened the car door and got out. David met her at the kerb and took her arm, lending her his support. As they approached the front door, she said, very quietly, "If it helps, although what we did was wrong, I don't regret doing it. I do want to stay as your P.A if it is possible, but we will need to work out some rules and stick to them. Yes, dinner tonight is still on, so be here at 7 O'clock." She squeezed his hand, "And thank you for not making this more difficult than it already is."




Working Relationship Ch. 03



She unlocked the door and went inside. She watched David return to his car and drive off. Pushing David to the back of her mind, she now had to work out what she was going to do about John. 

Turning on the computer, she began to research in more depth, the things she had seen when she had looked earlier, on her phone. 



Working Relationship Ch. 04



Using the site she had already seen as a base, she began to look at other links which took her to more information. She found that a married woman who had relations with other men, with her husbands approval and consent, was referred to as a 'HotWife'. On another site she found a definition of what made up a HotWife relationship. She copied and pasted it onto her word processor.

Was this what John wanted? Did his erection stem from the scenario that Mick had suggested, and which was so close to that being described on here? There was no way that she would ever let an uncouth, loud mouthed lout like Mick anywhere near her. She shuddered at the thought, "Quite apart from him being physically repulsive, he would be bragging all over the town that he had bedded me," she thought. Her thoughts turned back to David. If she was ever going to take a lover, he would be exactly the sort of man she would be looking for. He was kind, considerate and gentle, and she was sure that he really cared about her. She was also sure that, if only because he already had certain 'unconventional desires', given the chance of becoming her lover, with or without her husband's consent. He would be ultra discreet. She was shocked at herself as she realised her thought had included 'without John's consent'. She knew, at that moment, whatever John said, at some point, and very soon, she was going to either be unfaithful, or become a HotWife. But either way, she knew she was going to sleep with David. 

She remembered, a few days after he had left that magazine where she would be bound to find it, John had said something about involving someone else in their sex lives. At the time she had made a joke of it, asking if he was having difficulty keeping up with her demands, and did he want her to slow down a bit? He had never mentioned it again, but he would ask her opinion about men, either on TV or in the street when they were out together. Now she came to think about it, there were lots of little things, on their own they were nothing, but when added together seemed to point in this direction. Last night had been the most blatant, which was what had made her think, but adding in all those others, Sarah was beginning to see a pattern. She changed her mind about how she was going to handle this, and began to put together an email to send to John at work.

John

I have been thinking very hard about last night's discussion and it has seriously interfered with my work today. So much so, that I have had to take time off, leave work and come home, where I can think about this more clearly. This situation cannot be allowed to continue, either at work or at home, so I have decided to put the thoughts that have caused me so much concern, together and write them in this email to you. I may of course have completely got the wrong end of this particular stick, but I am sure you will appreciate, unless you have some other explanation for what has been going on, this explanation looks to be so close to incorporating all of the known facts, it is the best I can come up with.

In the past you have made suggestions, regarding a third person in our relationship. Quite regularly pointing out other men, and asking if I like the look of them, both on TV and when we have been out. You buy me items of clothing, much more revealing and, quite frankly, more downright sexy, than I would normally wear. The suggestion that I leave off my bra, my panties or even both when we have been going out are not uncommon.

Last night you said that Mick, (a repulsive, ignorant lout) had suggested he might make an acceptable replacement sexual partner for me, simply on the basis that his endowment was bigger than yours. You also admitted that him making the suggestion that he wanted to 'have a dance with me in our bedroom' and that he would let you watch, caused you to have an erection, which he then ridiculed and made disgusting and stupid comments about your possible ability to father a child.

Given all these pointers, I have done some research on the internet and I want you to look at what I have found. Firstly I want you to look at this site.

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Although it is possibly an extreme example of this kind of relationship choice, I want you to consider whether it coincides with the direction that any of your feelings and thoughts are taking.

I also found a site where a lady had asked for guidance regarding her boyfriend, who wanted to become the submissive partner in their relationship. I thought one reply to her was relevant to our situation, as it appears to me at this time. It said:-

If he is going to be submissive to you, your concern about providing discipline actually becomes irrelevant. If a man is sub to a woman, he is just that. This may or may not involve her beating him but anything that she isn't comfortable with, she doesn't do. It is not for him to demand she perform acts to please him. The whole point is that being submissive to her, means that those decisions, as with all decisions regarding their life together, are for her to make, not him. If she felt he needs to be spanked for having embarrassed her, or for disappointing her in some way, that too is her decision to make. She would carry out his punisment, to whatever level she felt his offence deserved, in whatever way she thought appropriate. She might decide he only deserved banishment to the spare room, which might hurt the submissive as much as a caning although in a different way, or she might decide he actually deserves a caning. How many strokes and how hard, are for her to decide. As a submissive, he would have to accept whatever she decided. Her decision was made to please her not him. She doesn't have to fulfil any of his fantasies, unless she wants to.

I found this, on a site where a relationship such as the one suggested by Mick was obviously the desire of the members of that site. I don't know if this is relevant, but again I offer it for your comments. Does it stir any fantasies for you? This piece is in regard to the name given to ladies who take part in this kind of lifestyle, and is in the nature of a definition of the term 'HotWife':

A hotwife is a happily married woman who enjoys intimate relations with other men, with her loving husband's full and genuine support, but where he typically agrees to be monogamous with his wife. Both spouses derive satisfaction from the wife's extramarital pleasures. The husband is not necessarily submissive. Some husbands like to join in, or watch, and even clean up afterward. Some husbands like to select the clothes the hotwife wears on her date, even down to her underwear, or lack of it. The husband, whatever the individual couple decide, is turned on by his wife's adultery, whether this happens as part of threesome where she first has sex with her lover and then her husband, or both with her at once. If her lover comes to their home it could be with him watching, or listening through the door. If she goes to meet him, she may well tell her husband what went on later, when she returns home from her date. These situations vary as much as the couples involved, but the hotwife in the long run always ends up choosing the other man, determining the encounters and the regularity of such meetings.

Hot wives most often continue to wear their wedding ring and bands. They feel great freedom in being able to meet men for possible sexual gratification. There is no cheating in their marriage and this can be a wonderful thing.

I look forward to your comments on this. Does this have any relevance to what you were trying to dodge around telling me last night? As you appear to be unable to actually tell me what is going on in your head, I have made up my mind that we must face this by taking it one step at a time. For this reason I have devised a 'code' for you to use tonight, which will at least give me some idea about your feelings regarding what I have written here. I will expect you home at your usual time. I will be waiting for you in the lounge.

1. If I have read the signs wrongly, you will come in and greet me in your usual manner. We can then continue to get to the bottom of last night in our own way.

2. If I am right about you wishing to be 'submissive' to me, but that is all, you will stand in front of me, head down, arms by your side. You will say, "Good Evening, Ma-am." and then you will wait for me to speak.

3. If you wish me to take on the role of your Mistress, and to become a HotWife as well, there must be absolutely no misunderstanding between us about what the term 'HotWife' means. Whatever it may or may not mean to other couples, in any other time or place, for the purpose of this discussion, a HotWife is as described above. 'A married woman who enjoys intimate, sexual relations with other men, with her husband's consent.' To put it even more plainly, you are telling me that you want me to have sex with another man, or men, with your knowledge, your full consent and your support. If this is NOT what you want me to do – do not choose this option! By choosing it, what you are saying is you want to release me from the part of the vows I made at our wedding, where I vowed 'Forsaking all others, keep me only unto you.' although you do not ask to be released from this vow yourself. Is this correct? 

As I see it, from researching this on the internet, being a HotWife would only really be possible if I am also to be your Mistress. Unless what I have described is really what you want, I repeat – DO NOT CHOOSE THIS OPTION! 

If, after reading this and fully understanding what it is you are asking me to do, you wish to take this option - You will kneel down in front of me, head down, looking at the floor between my feet, and your greeting will be, "Good Evening, Mistress. Do you have any particular requirements for me to fulfil, regarding your date for tonight?" 

The use of these greetings, all very different so there is no mistaking which Option you want me to follow, will, hopefully, tell me which way your mind is working. Then maybe I can begin to respond in the way you desire. We can then dispense with the 'spare room' punishment and return to our normal sleeping arrangements. The 'spare room' thing hurts me every bit as much as it hurts you. You are my husband and as I told you last night, you are the one I love and wish to stay with. I still do, so I have come up with these three options, and however extreme these thoughts are, I will be here waiting for you to come home. This should at least tell you that I still want to be your wife I and want us to work this out.

You can rest assured, that even if your desire is for me to avail myself of 'option 3', that Neanderthal idiot, 'Mick', or anyone like him would never figure anywhere in my choice as the kind of lover that I would accept. I also note that many of these sites seem to almost exclusively focus on the 'boyfriend' being coloured, and having an exceptionally large endowment. The term BBC seems to appear in almost every comment. I have to tell you now that this does not appeal to me at all. While I have nothing against 'black guys' I would never choose a lover based solely on his skin colour. Big may sometimes be better, but is not automatically so. You are not going to pick out a lover for me, just because he is black and/or has a big cock. In fact, you are not going to pick out a lover for me at all.

I am NOT and will never be, a whore or a slut who will sleep with anyone! I will NOT accept being referred to in that fashion. If you ever refer to me as such, as some of the men who post comments, refer to their wives, I warn you now that our marriage will be over.

If you want me to become a HotWife for you, the choice of partner will be mine, and mine alone. It will have to be someone who genuinely cares for me, and he must be discreet. It will also have to be someone I care about, so if this hotwife thing should ever happen and I do enter into an additional, loving relationship with another man, it will be a long term commitment. Please remember that when making your choice. It will be an additional loving relationship, alongside our (changed) relationship. I will NOT do 'one night stands' with all and sundry. I will not just 'fuck' anyone to give you a cheap thrill. I will be 'making love' with another man, a man I really care for! The word 'Lover' is only one letter away from the word 'Love' and in my mind the two words are inseparable. You have to accept therefore, that there is, of necessity, a risk to our marriage in me doing this. If you cannot live with that, you then have two options. 1. You drop all thoughts of this HotWife thing, because it is NOT going to happen. It will then never be mentioned or referred to again. OR, 2. We look into getting a separation, leading to divorce, so you can seek a partner willing to fulfil your dreams and fantasies and I can look for someone who wants me for who I am. 

You know I will be making enquiries, to see what went on last night at the club (Initial probes have already been put out) so the choice of 'Option 1', hoping that I will 'let sleeping dogs lie', would be futile. 'Option 1' only means I still need to find out what that was about, and if, when I do, I find that 'Options 2 or 3' would have been more applicable, then you will be guilty of not only hiding the truth about last night, but of lying to me when I have given you the chance to come clean and get our life together back onto an even, if unconventional, keel. DON'T DO THAT. I WILL BE VERY ANGRY IF YOU DO!

This, which I also found, seemed to be relevant, given you have been pointing out to me for some time, men that you think might be acceptable lovers, and buying me clothes which are far too revealing for normal wear. Is this why you have been doing that? If so, you seem to have forgotten the 'role play' part, which apparently is the initial part of the plot to get me interested. The second and third parts, it would appear, have been in operation for some time.

Getting started as a hotwife/cuckold couple is best achieved by introducing role play in the bedroom to establish this as something shared between rather than something she does on her own.

From there, the talk of her being a hotwife should extend outside of the bedroom; quietly ask her which men appeal to her when around others. Ask her which one she'd go on a date with. Make discussion of such things seem a matter of when, not if.

Next: To become a hotwife, your wife should adopt the persona of one. This means dressing and behaving as a married woman who is sexually available and obviously interested in inviting male attention.

From there, nature will take its course with men approaching her and the usual courting behaviour taking place, but this time, she'll have you to share it with and together, you'll choose your path forward.

NOW! You will delete this email immediately you have read it and looked at the site I have instructed you to look at. Under NO circumstances is any part of this email to remain on your computer. Delete it and then empty the trash bin. If your computer has a 'file shredder' I suggest you delete it using that.

I am sure you realise, I have spent some time today researching this particular subject on the internet. I have not spent this time, trawling through the seamier side of, what has been until now an unknown fetish to me, out of idle curiosity. These are my genuine concerns and I need to know if they are what, for the last couple of years, has been making our life together feel so strange. If this is what you want, and I think I can live with it, it will be in my way and on my terms. I will not become a figure of fun, my name written on toilet walls, being laughed at and shunned by people I have known all of my life.

Decide on the greeting you will use! The way you greet me will determine my response to you. Changing your mind later will be a matter for negotiation and it is by no means certain that a return to yesterday's 'status quo' will be possible. You note I say 'yesterday's status quo' because at the moment I do not know what today's version is. That is what we need to sort out.

Your loving wife

Sarah

Sarah pressed the 'Send' button and leaned back in the chair feeling drained. Now she would have to phone John and tell him to expect her email, but only to open it when he was sure no-one else was around. She knew she had to phone soon, to catch him before he opened the email or went to lunch. At lunchtime he could be alone in his office, but she needed a moment before she trusted herself to speak to him calmly.

Picking up the house phone, she phoned his office. When he answered she spoke briskly to him. "John," she said, "I am at home. You have an email from me in your inbox. You will read it when you are certain there is nobody else around who could possibly read it over your shoulder. Reading it may take some time and you may need to read it a couple of times to ensure you are absolutely clear about what I have said. Should anyone come in while you are reading it, clear your screen and do not re-open it until you are alone again. You will NOT phone me at home, you will read the email, and do what it tells you to do. I have spent some time making sure my instructions are clear, so do not phone for clarification. When you have finished reading it, you will destroy it. You will NOT leave it on your computer where it could be seen by anyone else. IS THAT CLEAR?"

John said, "I understand – But ........." 

Sarah cut him off before he could continue, "There is no need for questions at this point. We will talk when you get home, but remember I have a meeting tonight, which is important to my future. That email should explain to you why, especially now, my future at work is so very important to me. I am being picked up at seven by David. Because we have things we need to discuss which could not be done at work. This is a private meeting, for just the two of us, so we can do that, over dinner. I will have only limited time for discussion before I go out, because I need time to get ready. For that reason, only essential discussion of anything in the email will take place prior to my meeting. Anything requiring longer discussion must wait until later or tomorrow." She hung up the phone without waiting for him to comment. 



Working Relationship Ch. 06



Back at home, Sarah went into the kitchen and prepared a dinner for John to just put in the microwave oven. Not exactly what she would have put out if she had been going to cook an evening meal for them both, but something he could pop in the microwave for 10 minutes. There was an individual trifle in the fridge he could have for dessert, so she didn't feel too guilty about leaving him to get his own dinner. Looking at the clock she saw he would be home in about 30 minutes, so after turning on the computer in 'the office', she sat down in the lounge, taking a chair which faced the door. To give herself something to occupy her mind, she set about transferring her 'contact numbers' from her old phone to the new one. Her insides churned when she heard the car pull onto the drive. She took a deep breath to compose herself. The front door opened and closed, but for what seemed like ages the door to the lounge stayed closed.

Then it slowly opened and John came into the room. He very carefully closed the door behind himself, and then slowly walked towards where Sarah was sitting. As he hadn't yet spoken and his normal return from work was to call out a greeting as he came through the front door, Sarah knew he hadn't chosen Option 1.

He stopped a metre away from her and for a moment stood, looking down at the floor, with his hands by his sides. Then he slowly dropped to his knees. When he was kneeling, with his head lowered, he said, "Good Evening Mistress. Have you any particular requirements you wish me to fulfil, with regard to your date tonight?"

Sarah stared at John for quite some time before replying. She hadn't really expected him to choose Option 3, if she was honest. Then she spoke, "Good Evening John," she said, "So I was right. This was what all that rubbish last night was about. How long have you been harbouring this desire? Perhaps you would like me to guess, because I have thought back and can recall when you first began to buy me those dresses and tops that I thought a little too naughty to wear in public. No, I think it would be better if you tell me, then I will see if it conforms to my memories."

John had not moved from his position on the floor, "About three years Mistress." He said.

Sarah was a little shocked, she was going to guess at far less than that, maybe 18 months. It took a moment before she regained her composure, then she said, "I made it quite clear in my email what placing yourself in this position when you came home this evening would say to me about what you want. I must assume, therefore, that you have made this choice, deliberately, knowing the full implications of what you have chosen. I want you to think about this, John. If this is really what you want and if I agree to give this new, and to me, totally bizarre form of relationship a try, it will be at your request. If I agree to have a sexual relationship with another man, while still remaining married to you, this is because you have requested I do so. At no time in whatever future we may have together, will you ever, accuse me of being unfaithful. I will have only done this at your request, with your full knowledge, agreement and consent. Consent is probably the wrong word here, because if I am truly going to be your mistress, 'your consent', by definition, becomes meaningless.

Now! Do you understand this? Think carefully before you answer, John. Whatever you say at this point is going to change our relationship forever, although even suggesting what you have, you must realise has already done that. You have had all afternoon to decide on the choice you appear to have made, so now it really is 'crunch time'. Are you really choosing that you want us to follow this bizarre path, wherever it leads us?"

John remained on his knees, head down, looking at the carpet between Sarah's feet. He took a deep breath and then spoke. "If it pleases you Mistress, I have dreamed about this for such a long time. I have thought all of the implications through and fully understand what I am asking, and yes, this is really what I want."

"Very well," she said, "You may get up. Go and make us both a cup of tea, because we need to talk. I have to bring up something on our computer which I need to show you, so bring it in there. You will only address me as Mistress when you are in a submissive posture, like you are now, or when it is appropriate because of the situation. Other occasions when it is required, I will make it obvious, as and when they occur. At other times I am still your wife and I am still 'Sarah', is that understood?"  

"Yes of course, thank you Mistress," said John. He got to his feet, "So may I now address you as Sarah, like before?"

"I think that would be best," said Sarah, "This is all very new to me and my main concern is that this new relationship must remain strictly between us. If I do take a lover, which I now assume is what you want me to do, obviously he will be aware of your new position in our home, but as I put in that email, he will have to be discreet. Unless I am certain of his discretion there will be no relationship. To anyone outside this group of three, we are the same as we have always been, John and Sarah Saunders, a happily married couple. We may have found a new friend who we see quite a lot of, but to everyone else he is just a friend. I will tell you now that there is a possible candidate I have in mind, but more of that later."

John looked shocked. "You mean you have already been ........."

Sarah stood and glared at him. She pointed at the floor. "KNEEL" She said in her most imperious tone. John hesitated for a moment then knelt down again. "Because all of this is very new to both of us, and to make sure you understand where I think I find myself, I will answer the question that I am shocked that you would even dare to ask. I have NEVER had sexual intercourse with anyone but you. Ever since we first started going out together, that is in over 12 years John, there has only been you and as you know, you were my first. Last night you were the one who brought all this to a head with the confession I had to drag out of you, about the events in your 'club'. You may or may not have noticed that I too was a bit preoccupied last night, and I did say I had something I needed to sort out at work. Things there took a most unexpected turn, which is why I took time off and came home early. I am going out to dinner with David tonight, to discuss what has happened, my future as his P.A, and possibly my future at the firm. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sarah," said John.

"I beg your pardon!" Said Sarah.

John looked puzzled for a moment, then he realised he was on his knees and said, "I am sorry Mistress. Yes that is clear."

"That's better" said Sarah, "I will explain more about the reasons for tonight in a moment, when you have made that tea. Now get up and go and do as you have been told. There are other tasks you have to complete, before I will be ready to be picked up, which will be at around 7 O'clock, so we do not have a lot of time."

Sarah sat at the computer and brought up the file with the pictures from David's camera. Selecting the one of her, she clicked on 'preview', then minimised it. Then she closed the file again. John came in with the tea and placed the cups on the small table. She told him to sit down on the only other chair in the room.

She quickly went through the events of the previous evening. Finding the camera and bringing it home for safekeeping. Then she came to her looking at the pictures on it. Turning the screen so that John could see it, she opened the picture she had minimised. She told him that this was one of the pictures from the camera. She continued while he looked at the picture on the screen, saying how she had decided that she would return the camera, with the pictures intact, because there were other pictures on it that David probably wanted, but ask for an explanation of why he had taken that picture. This was the only one of her and so the only one they needed to be concerned with. She said she had no intention of causing David to be sacked over this, but it was obvious that they had to talk about why he had taken it and whether Sarah could continue to work with him after this. Then she came to the part she was dreading. She told him that David had confessed he had taken, and kept the picture, because he had 'certain feelings' for her.

When John didn't react, she went on. "He actually told me he was in love with me, but because I am married, he had been careful to never give me the slightest indication of how he felt about me. This is the reason for tonight's dinner date, so we could try to work out a 'code of conduct' so that I could continue to be his personal assistant."

John looked at her. "So he is the 'possible candidate' you spoke of?"

Sarah nodded, "Yes he is" she said, "he says he is in love with me, but is honourable enough to have kept away because I am married. I know he would be discreet, it could cost him his career if he wasn't, but more than that, he has kept his feelings secret from me for over a year. I have been struggling all day with what I feel for him, and I know really do like him, I like him a lot. I need to know what you think about him possibly becoming my lover. You are still my husband John, but in the light of your confession about the new relationship you want us to have, I am NOT asking your permission to see if David wishes to be my lover, I am just asking your opinion of him as a possible choice."

John was silent for a few moments, and then he said. "In your email, you made it plain that the choice of your lover would have to be yours, not mine. If you like him enough to want to go to bed with him, it is not my place to say yes or no. I either accept your choice or drop this whole thing. I have dreamed about this for so long, I don't want to drop it. The thought of you with another man is the most erotic thought I can visualise, and the thought of you being not only my wife but my Mistress too, and the possibility of you taking a lover, has had me quivering all afternoon. I know you are not any of those things you said; you are a good, decent, moral lady. I know you won't just 'fuck' someone you didn't have feelings for. If you think he could be the one for you, and you want to 'sound him out', I think you should do it."

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you John." She said, "I must admit, that was what I hoped you would say. David.... Well you have met him, he is a smart, clean, intelligent man, as well as being, I think, very good looking. I really do like him a lot. I know all this seems to have come together in a rush, but it really is a coincidence, David losing his camera and me finding it, all happening on the same day that you had that awful confrontation with Mick in the club, which, by the way, Lorraine and I have sorted out for you this afternoon. I don't think he will be bothering you or anyone else in the near future, he will certainly not be returning to the 'club', but I will tell you about that later. If David is agreeable, I will ask him to come in with me, when we come back from the restaurant, so we can talk, and all of us can then be completely sure this is what we want to happen. Is that ok with you?"

John nodded, "Yes that would be ok. I leave you to tell him as much or as little about me and the position I wish to have within this relationship as you think fit."

Sarah smiled at him, "I don't see how I can explain this, without telling him about your desires, but I will try not to make you sound too bad. One other thing I need to sort out, our sleeping arrangements. You may bring your pyjamas back into our bedroom, although there may be times you will return to the spare room. That will probably be only when David is staying overnight. I am making the assumption now that David will wish to become my lover. No matter what happens at our meeting, as I feel at this moment, he will not be staying tonight. There may be some contact between us, but I do not expect it to not go as far as the bedroom, although obviously, it is possible that I could change my mind over this. I need to approach this slowly, I am still coming to terms with everything. There is one other thing which I need to get out of the way. You have caused me a lot of anguish and heartache over this, and I am not pleased that you refused to tell me what had really gone on, last night.

Tonight I am going to have dinner with a very nice man, who, because of this fetish you have confessed to having, could potentially become my lover. My wardrobe is more or less divided into three. My work clothes, my everyday clothes and my going out clothes, some of which you have bought for me and are rather too revealing for most occasions.

You will go into my wardrobe and drawers, and you are going to select what I am going to wear tonight. Choose carefully because what you put out is all I will be wearing. If you select a see through blouse but no bra, I will wear that blouse without a bra and my breasts will be on display to everyone who cares to look. Remember I will be eating in a public place, and as yet we do not know what David will say when I put this to him. If you want me to wear tights or stockings, put your choice out on the bed. I repeat, I will wear what you put out, and nothing else, so you must think carefully about this.

Also, on the bed there is a package. After you have laid out my clothes, you will take out the contents, and place them alongside what you have selected. Then you will strip and assume a kneeling position at the foot of our bed. When I come in from my shower, I will deal with whatever residual amount of displeasure is still remaining, from your disobedience of last night. Then we can start afresh with a clean slate."

John glanced at the screen, "Can I see the other pictures from his camera," he asked.

"No you cannot!" said Sarah, "They are David's and they are personal. I have already apologised to David for invading his privacy by looking at them. If he says you can see them that will be different, but only he can give that permission. Now I am going to the bathroom to have a shower and make myself ready to go out. You have your tasks, so I will expect my things to be ready for me when I enter the bedroom."

Sarah closed the picture and shut down the computer before going upstairs to the bathroom. She could hear John in their bedroom, but did not go in. Once in the bathroom, she stripped and turned on the shower. While it warmed up she inspected her bottom in the mirror. Although there were pink marks across her buttocks from her earlier paddling, they were not really noticeable unless you looked for them. 'That mark is probably from the one really hard stroke she gave me on my bare bottom' she thought. She stepped into the shower and began to get ready for what could be a really momentous evening.

When she had finished her shower she attended to her make-up. Wanting to look her best for David tonight, she resisted the urge to hurry because she wanted to know what John had put out for her to wear. She hoped he wasn't going to make her expose too much of herself to the restaurant clientele, although she didn't really mind if David got something of an eyeful. She was as excited as a teenager on her first date. When she was ready, she wrapped a fresh towel around herself, picked up the toothbrush glass, and walked across the landing into the bedroom.

Exactly as instructed, John was kneeling, naked at the foot of the bed. Her clothes were carefully laid out ready for her to wear, with two jewellery boxes beside them. The paddle she had bought this morning, and the small bottle, placed beside the jewellery boxes. Checking the boxes, she saw he had selected one of her favourite necklaces, and an anklet he had bought her, that she had only ever worn once. She nodded in approval, then picking up the paddle she spoke.

"Over the bed please John." She said. "Arms outstretched above your head. Good! You will not bring your arms down until your punishment is concluded. This will not take long, I think three strokes should be enough for this first time. You will count each stroke and thank me for delivering it. Any strokes you do not count will not be counted, so if you forget to count one, or to thank me for my effort in delivering the stroke, you will end up having four. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress," said John as he lay across the end of the bed.

Sarah could see he had an erection, and she smiled that it looked as if her purchase, and her sore bottom, were going to be appreciated. "If you need me to stop, you will not move your hands or arms down to cover your bottom, you must say 'JOSHUA' and I will stop for you to compose yourself. Do not forget that, I have never done anything like this before, so if it is too hard for you to bear, what must you say?"

"Joshua, Mistress," John responded.

"That's a good boy" said Sarah, copying the way Sandra had coached her in the back room of the shop. She raised the paddle, and brought it down on his bare bottom with a satisfying 'smack'. It didn't seem to her as loud as hers had.

John jumped, "Oh! One .. Thank you Mistress."

The second one Sarah made a little harder and the 'Smack' sounded more like the ones she had endured.

"Ahh! Two .. Thank you Mistress" said John.

She decided for his last one she would make it a little bit stronger. 'Swish -- Smack!' came the third and last one.

"Ahh! ... Three .... Thank you Mistress." He said.

Sarah stroked his bottom and slipped her hand between his legs to see if he was still hard. She was pleased to find that he was, it seemed to her, to be harder than he normally was when they had sex. "Knees on the floor and your chest on the bed," she ordered, tapping the inside of his thighs to get him to spread his knees apart. Kneeling behind him with the glass in her left hand, she began to masturbate him with her right. Within a few seconds John groaned and began to push with his hips. She knew he was about to cum, and she intensified her strokes, making sure the glass was under his cock. With another groan he began to cum. Five strong jets of sperm squirted into the glass. Sarah continued to milk him until the last dribbles had joined them. She told him to stand up and, still kneeling, she took his rapidly deflating cock into her mouth and sucked the residue from him. "There," she said, echoing Sandra again, "That wasn't too bad was it? Now the past is forgotten and we have a clean sheet. Wasn't that better than two weeks in the spare room?"

"Yes Mistress," he replied, "I will try not to cause you displeasure ever again."

"That's a good boy," she said, "Now let me see what you have decided I am wearing tonight. You will hand them to me in order please, and anything which requires fastening, you will fasten for me. Remember, you are dressing me to go out on an initial date with a potential lover." She removed the towel and stood before him naked.

Picking up a semi transparent, white lace bra, he held it up for her arms to go into it. She adjusted it over her breasts and he fastened it at the back. Then he picked up a matching suspender belt which he put around her waist and fastened as well. Opening a fresh pair of Tan, seamed stockings, he carefully prepared them and smoothed them up her legs, clipping them to the suspenders. Next came the white blouse, which Sarah had rightly guessed he would choose, it was the almost transparent one he had bought her, and she had only ever worn once, in the house. With the white bra underneath it, it was just about respectable. Then he held out the skirt, which was a plain, light blue one, slightly flared which came down to her knees. Seeing herself in the mirror, Sarah approved of his choices. Smart, a little sexy but nothing to really shock anyone too much.




Working Relationship Ch. 06



John now knelt down and took the anklet from its box. Sarah knew the significance of wearing one of these and although she had worn it once, when John had bought it while they were on holiday, she had refused to wear it close to home. She had read up about ankle chains on the internet, after John had bought her this one, and she had noticed a few men giving her 'looks' when she wore it.

"It's just a bit of fun" he had said, but she had read that wearing an anklet had another meaning, that she was available for sexual liaisons. Worn on the left ankle meant the husband didn't know, so she was 'cheating'. On the right ankle meant the husband knew and approved of his wife's conduct. Under the stockings meant 'safe sex only' and condoms must be worn. On top of the stockings meant bareback sex was acceptable.

She noticed there was now a heart shaped tag on the chain which was new. She held out her hand and John, looking a little ashamed, handed it to her. On the tag was engraved, 'married but ......?' She looked at him. "That is very naughty John, but I said I would wear whatever you laid out." She handed it back to him, and he fastened the anklet around her right ankle on top of her stocking. "Haven't you forgotten something though?" She lifted the skirt to show her pussy, framed by the suspenders but without any panties covering it. He looked down at the floor,

"I think you are perfect just as you are Mistress," he said, taking one of a pair of 3" heeled shoes and presenting it for her foot. Sarah nodded and lowering her skirt, slipped her foot into the shoe. Then the other foot, before smoothing her skirt down. John stood up and took the necklace, putting it around her neck and fastening it.

"May I say Mistress, that I think you look beautiful tonight. Master David is a lucky man."

Sarah blushed, "Thank you John, I hope that he thinks so too. You may now dress and come downstairs. When David arrives I want you to open the door and welcome him into our home. 'The Nose' from across the street will be watching, she misses nothing that one, so remember you are pleased to see him. Don't overdo it, but he is to be made welcome, and he is just David, not Master David."

Sarah went downstairs and as she was about to go into the lounge, she caught a full length view of herself in the hall mirror. "O.M.G," she thought, "This half cup bra supports me, but it doesn't hide very much. I am going to have to cheat a little, and put a light jacket on, to cover up, or every man in the place will be looking at my breasts, and I don't think I will be too popular with the other ladies. I am almost naked to the waist."

The time was just after 6:30 and the nearer the time crept to 7, the more nervous she became. She felt almost like a teenager, going on her first date, but when she had gone on her first date, she didn't have her breasts on show like this.

John came down, fully dressed, and she called him into the lounge. She stood under the overhead light, where the light showed off her breasts the most and said, "Now! Are you absolutely sure you want me to wear this blouse and bra, in public, to a restaurant?"

John looked as nervous as she felt, but replied, "You have beautiful breasts Mistress, and I am sure David will love how you are dressed. I chose these clothes because we both want him to appreciate how lovely you really are."

Sarah thought for a moment, and then said, "I know you want me to entice a man into becoming my lover, but I don't want a queue forming right around the restaurant. Also we have Mrs. Smith to consider. If she sees me going out with another man, with my breasts on display like this, it will be all round town within 24 hours. I will have to wear a jacket to cover myself, at least until we drive away."

She told him that his dinner was in the fridge. 10 minutes in the microwave and it would be ready, and that there was an individual trifle in the fridge for his dessert. She then said, "My clothes are still in the bathroom, you will collect them and separate them out ready to go in the washing machine. Wash the pots, and make sure the place is looking tidy enough to welcome a visitor. I think, after sitting looking at my breasts all evening, David might like to come in for a few minutes." She thought for a moment before saying, "surprisingly, I am pleased with your choice of my clothes for tonight, although I still think I am showing a little too much of my breasts for such a public place. I really do hope David will be pleased too. Dressed like this, I think I will know before we get back if he really does want to be sexually involved with me."

She looked at him and decided to give him one last chance to stop this. "John," she said, "I want you to think carefully about what I am going to say now. This really is the last chance to change your mind. If I walk out of this house with David, dressed as I am, you no longer have the right to even ask me to give him up. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Mistress," he replied.

"So if David says he wants to become my lover, and I decide when we get back, I want to take him upstairs and make love to him, in our bed, you are saying that you will accept that?"

"Yes Mistress" he replied again.

"Very well!" Sarah said, "You have until David arrives to change your mind. The moment he enters this house, your right to say 'STOP' ends, so be absolutely sure. We have been together over 11 years and married for almost 10 of them. In all that time I have never, seriously considered any other man, until now, and this is at your request. I want you to remember that."

"I think, from the way you have dressed me, you would like him to see my naked breasts. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

John answered quietly, "Yes Mistress."

Sarah smiled at him, "In that case, if I am sure that he is the one who is going to be my lover, I will take off my bra in the restaurant toilets before we leave, although I will put on the jacket to cover myself as we leave. In the car coming home I will undo my jacket so he can see what you want him to see. Obviously I will cover myself by fastening my jacket again, before we arrive back here, it wouldn't do to let Mrs Smith see me like that. Would you like me to do that John?"

John just nodded.

"If you don't want me to do that John, you must say so now. I'm sure you realise if I do that, David is going to want to stop somewhere for a cuddle and who knows where his hands might roam with such free access to my breasts. I am sure he will want to kiss me too. Are you certain you don't want to re-think your choice of underwear, because there is very little to protect my honour under this skirt, is there?" She lifted her skirt a little and swung it from side to side, "It's not even tight, how would I prevent his hand slipping underneath it?"

Sarah could see John was now sporting quite an erection. "You couldn't Mistress," he said, "Not even if you wanted to."

"So you really want him to see my naked breasts. I fully expect he will want to stop the car somewhere quiet," said Sarah, teasing him. "Even if I had kept my bra on, you know he will want to touch my breasts, and if, or is that when he pushes my skirt up? I am wearing stockings not tights, John and I have no panties on, so I will not be able to prevent him from touching my pussy too. Is that what you want him to do John? Do you want him to touch me there? Do you want him to slide his finger, deep into my pussy? I wouldn't be able to stop him, even if, by this time I wanted to, would I? You know how excited I can get when you finger me like that. Trapped in his car, far from home, with him kissing me, his fingers inside me, my breasts naked. With me getting more and more turned on as he fingers me, what if he wanted more John, how could I prevent him? What if he then knelt between my thighs and ............!"

"Oh Dear! You seem to have had a little accident John. You had better pop upstairs and change your panties and trousers. And after I carefully drained you before you came down too. Be quick, he could be here at any minute."

John hurried upstairs and quickly changed his pants and trousers, before hurrying back downstairs.

Sarah was waiting for him. She gave him a small kiss, "I am sorry, I know I shouldn't have teased you like that, but I needed to be sure this is what you really want. I do love you John, and if you say 'stop, I don't want you to do this', now, then I promise nothing will happen, tonight or ever. I told you last night, you are the man I married 10 years ago, and you are still my husband in every way. Tell me now, is this what you really want? Are you really sure?"

John knelt down in front of her, his head lowered, "Thank you for loving me and I do love you too, Mistress, but I am absolutely sure that it is what I want. Whatever happens tonight, at the restaurant or on the way home, even if you arrive home with his semen deep inside you, and with it running down your leg, I will be waiting to welcome you both back into our home."

Sarah drew him up to his feet. "I will always come home to you, you know that, and I am going to say 'thank you' for allowing this to happen tonight. I won't pretend that all of this hasn't come as an enormous shock today, but whatever happens tonight, you will still be my man. Now, I will have my jacket fastened when I get out of the car, but when you close the door behind us, I will take my jacket off. If I am not wearing my bra, you will know it means that David and I are going to become lovers. I don't want our first time together to be in the back of his car, as if I am a 'cheating wife', because I am not. I am not going to hide away, snatching stolen moments to have illicit sex, so we will not have made love, I won't permit him to go that far, but you are still sure that is all right with you?"

John just nodded.

At 6:57 pm, a car pulled up outside, and a very smartly dressed David walked up the path and rang the doorbell.

Sarah looked at her husband and said "Last chance to change your mind and stop this. Yes or No? If you say No, David will know nothing of what we have discussed tonight." John didn't even speak, he just opened the door and greeted him, asking if he would like to step inside for a moment.

Closing the door behind him, John said "The lady across the street is the local 'sees everything' gossip, please come in." He showed him into the lounge, where Sarah was standing waiting for him.

When he saw her David gave a low whistle. "You look lovely tonight Sarah," he said.

"Thank you," she said, "And thank you too John. He chose this outfit for me." She explained, "Do you like it. You don't think it shows too much?"

He grinned, "Yes I think perhaps it does, but I like it very much." He took her hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it, "I will be the envy of every man in the place."

Sarah felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl. "I had better slip my jacket on when we go out," she said, "We have to be careful not to give Mrs Smith, across the road, anything to work on. She is nice, but she does tend to gossip a bit. I call her 'The Nose' because she is never happier than when it is poking into other people's business. Would you bring me my dark blue jacket please John."

John took her jacket from the hangar in the hall and held it for her to slip her arms into it. Sarah thanked him and gave him a quick kiss. "We won't be late, probably about 10:30, but no later. Your dinner is in the fridge and don't forget those little jobs I asked you to do, will you."

She turned to David and asked, "How did Janet get on this afternoon, do you think she shows promise?"

David grinned, "She was surprisingly good. I think I might have done Peter a real favour there. With a little coaching I think she could be almost as good as you. Anyway, are you ready, I think we should make a move, and then we will have time for a drink before we eat. It's nice to see you again John."

John opened the front door for them and stood there smiling as they walked down the path and got into the car. He watched them drive away before closing the door.



Working Relationship Ch. 07



David drove in silence for a short while, then he asked, "How did the talk with him go, have you managed to sort out that thing you were worried about?"

Sarah looked at him, "I think we have an understanding now, although I must admit I am still having a problem accepting how far he wants me to go with this. Regarding what we discussed. I told him about finding that picture and that was the reason we are having this talk over dinner. He knows this is to sort out whether we can continue to work together. He knows I want to stay as your assistant, but we have to lay down rules for us at work, for it to be possible."

David looked shocked, "Did you tell him why I kept the picture?"

"Oh yes" said Sarah, "He knows that you have told me you are in love with me."

"And he still allowed you to go to dinner with me, dressed as sexily as you are?"

Sarah looked at him, "I think you had better find somewhere safe to pull in for a few minutes David, or we are going to have an accident" she said, "Then I will bring you up to date with developments on the home front." 

There was a lay-by coming up so David pulled into it and stopped the car. 

Sarah leaned over and kissed him. "OK! I spent some time considering the best way to sort this out, and then sent John an email from home. I also phoned him, to tell him to only read it when he was absolutely certain no one else could possibly see it. He had strict instructions to destroy it once he had read it. In it, apart from telling him why I had written it and my reasons for what I thought he seemed to be thinking, I gave him 3 options. Each had a different set of instructions for how he was to greet me when he came home from work. 

1. To come in and greet me as he did normally. That meant that my thinking was travelling along the wrong track and I would then apologise for having suggested the other two. We would continue as before, but we must talk because I still intended getting to the bottom of what went on last night. 

2. To come in, but instead of his normal greeting, he was to come and stand in front of me. He was to just say, "Good Evening Ma-am", then wait for me to speak. Then I would know he wanted to be submissive to me and I would then try to respond in the way that he wanted. Then we would see how things progressed.  

3. The same as 2, but instead of standing in front of me, he would go down on his knees. He would say "Good Evening Mistress. Have you any requirements for me to fulfil, regarding your date for tonight". This would tell me that he not only wanted to be submissive, but he also wanted me to go out with other men, on real dates, with all that suggests. 

I never really thought he would go for that. I put in option 3 to demonstrate how extreme I was concerned his thoughts might be getting. He came in, knelt in front of me and he was word perfect. There was no doubt; he had chosen option 3, in spite of all I had said. He wants me to take a lover." Sarah couldn't help herself, her voice cracked and a tear ran down her face. He wants me ......... to ......... Oh God! ... I tried to get him to change his mind but ...... Oh David! ... He really does, he wants me to go to bed with other men. He actually wants me to take a lover."

David took her in his arms, "Oh Sarah, I know I should be glad, but I'm not. I hate seeing you upset like this. I promise you, if you do decide to take a lover, whether you choose me to be the one or someone else, I will always love you. You must know I want to be the one you choose, I would do anything I could to make that happen, but I will not try to push you into doing anything you don't want." 

After a couple of minutes, where she surrendered herself to just being held in David's arms, Sarah regained control of herself and said, "Thank you David. That means more to me than you can know. I think you had better let me sit back and continue this explanation, or the way I am feeling right now, we will never make it to this restaurant, at least not in time for to use the table you have booked."

"I had laid out quite a few conditions regarding choosing option 3 in the email, to dissuade him from choosing that option. They laid down the kind of person I would accept and also the kind of relationship we would then be involved in. I told him it would have to be someone I cared for and who cared for me. I pointed out the risks that involved to our marriage if I should then fall in love with this person, because if I took him at his word and took a lover, this wouldn't be a 'let's just fuck' thing, it would be have to be a loving relationship with someone I cared deeply about. When he arrived home and greeted me like that I offered him the chance to change his mind, but he didn't. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind he had chosen option 3."

"I then told him that as he had chosen as he had, I did have someone in mind who might be suitable. I said he was the only one who I could think of that I would be prepared to trust in this situation. I showed him the picture taken from your camera. The one you took of me. That was when I told him what you had said in your office, about being in love with me. 

His reaction was totally predictable. He started to suggest we were already having an affair. I cut him off and stopped that right away. I think I scared him a little, it was the first time I deliberately became what he claimed to want, me to be, his mistress. I was so angry that he could suggest I had been unfaithful I ordered him to kneel and apologise. I took him through the conditions I had set, and told him that I already had some feelings for you because I liked you, I respected you and I was sure you would be discreet. I told him that he was the one who wanted me to take a lover, and I refused point blank to allow someone into my bed that I had no feelings for, or someone who had no interest in me, apart from the sex. He accepted what I was saying and agreed that tonight not only could go ahead, but that if I thought you might be the one I would choose, he wanted it to."

Sarah got out of the car and took off her jacket, putting it on the back seat, and then getting back in again, said, "I sent him upstairs to pick what I was going to wear tonight from my wardrobe while I showered and did my face. I told him to choose carefully, because we were going to be in a public restaurant, and I would be wearing only what he put out, so if he laid out a see though top and no bra, that would be how I would be seen in the restaurant tonight. He bought me this blouse about 6 months ago and tonight is the first time I have ever worn it, except on one evening at home because he asked me to. I wore it then with nothing underneath. At least tonight he also laid out a bra, so it just about preserves some semblance of my modesty, although if I had been choosing a bra to wear with this blouse, I would have gone for something with much less lace and far less revealing, to go under it." 

"So! This is what he has chosen for me to wear, to go out to dinner with a man who has told me he is in love with me, and who I have admitted to having quite strong feelings for. Yes my breasts are covered, but you don't have to look very hard to see my nipples through the lace, do you? His other choices included that." She pointed to the anklet. "He knows the symbolism of an anklet and the meaning of where and how it is worn. He has also attached a charm to it, which I will let you look at when we get out of the car at the restaurant. One other thing," she raised her skirt to above her stocking tops, "He thought stockings were more appropriate than tights for tonight, especially as he neglected, quite deliberately, to put out ......" She drew her skirt higher so that David could see she had no panties on. "I chose none of this, with the exception of the jacket to foil 'The Nose' over the road. Everything else I am wearing, or not wearing, is his choice. I suggested that maybe he had forgotten something, while holding up the skirt, but he just said 'I think you look perfect for tonight, Mistress.' So there you have it! I am dressed as John wants me to be, to go out on a real date with a man I care about and, given what he has said he wants me to do, the one I intend to ask if he would like to become my lover. He knows I already have strong feelings for you and that you have told me that you are in love with me, so I think he will have already guessed what your answer is likely to be."

"I had intended to explain this more gently over dinner but now you have it all. If you really do want me, and you really do have the feelings you say you have for me, I am telling you now, although I have given my husband every chance to change his mind, he hasn't. My feelings for you mean you are probably the only man in the world, apart from John, - who is, and I intend will remain my husband - that I will allow to share my bed. I am not a slut who would sleep with anyone. I realise I am effectively offering myself to you, but in spite of what happened between us this morning, I am still not just going to just jump into bed with you. I need to know for sure that you love me before we get to that stage. This is a first date. I know girls today seem to sleep with a boy on the first date. Perhaps I am old fashioned, but that isn't for me. I am telling you now that you have, more than just a good chance of taking me to bed, but this still has to feel 'right' to me. As I said, I am not a slut. I won't just fuck! But, with the right man, and then, only if I feel everything is right - I could be persuaded to make love .......," then very quietly she added, ".... to you." 

David reached out to enfold him in his arms, but she held him off.

"Please don't! I have to finish this, and then we are going to eat. Before you arrived, I again tried to get him to let me cover up a little. I told him if you wanted to enter into this relationship with ... us I suppose it would be - I am still trying to come to terms with all this - I would rearrange my clothing and take off my bra before we left the restaurant. I ran through a possible scenario, where, if I did that, on the way home, we would probably stop somewhere quiet, and what might happen when we did. I even went as far as to suggest, with the way I was naked under my skirt, I wouldn't be able to prevent you from entering me and once there, from going all the way. I don't have any condoms; anyway, because I can't have children, there would be no reason for me to insist you wear one, so I could be coming home with your sperm inside me, maybe even running down my leg. I did think that might make him change his mind. It didn't, in fact it made him even more excited.

So! This morning you said if you had to choose, you would choose to be my lover rather than keeping me as your P.A, but you wanted both. I am now offering you the chance to have me as your lover, but to keep me as your assistant as well, if we can work out and stick to, some basic rules of conduct in the office. I actually think it might be possible but we would have to be very careful. Now! Shall we go and see if this restaurant of yours is any good, and over dinner, see if we can sort out how we are going to behave at work?"



Working Relationship Ch. 08



Sarah was impressed when they reached the restaurant. It was quite a small place, obviously designed to appeal to clients who wanted a more personal dining experience than the usual, more open layout of most restaurants. David parked the car and came round to open her door. As she turned in her seat to swing her legs over the sill, he looked down at the anklet which Sarah had mentioned in the lay-by. She lifted her leg so that he could read the engraving.

"Oh my goodness," said David, "He chose this for you to wear? This really does make a statement about what he wants, doesn't it. When did he give it to you?"

"The chain he bought for me last summer, while we were on holiday. I didn't know the significance of an ankle chain then. It was only when I was approached by a man the first time I wore it, that I made John tell me about the meanings, then when we got home, looked ankle chains up on the internet. That was another little thing which didn't seem to make any sense, but I suppose I should have been warned then about his desires. Tonight is the first time I have seen that engraved tag."

"If you are uncomfortable wearing it, shall I take it off?" asked David, "I don't think anyone here will notice it, but if you would prefer not to have it showing ... " 

Sarah smiled, "As long as it doesn't bother you, I will leave it on," she said. "John put it there as a reminder that he wants me to be 'available'." She stood up and put her arms around his neck. "As if any reminder is necessary, with my breasts on show to anyone who cares to look, and me having no knickers on." She kissed him beside his ear and whispered, "Actually I quite like the thought that it says I am available. Who knows, I might even get another offer tonight," and she giggled.

David kissed her, then said, "I rather like it too, and although I don't mind if you get other offers, I am not so sure about you considering them, after all, I saw you first."

Sarah giggled, "Actually, with everything that has happened today, I really am feeling quite naughty tonight. Today has been one exciting thing after another and is so far from any other experience in my life that my head is still spinning. When I sent the email to John, option 3 was, in my mind, not an option. I put it there to shock him into telling me what really had gone on last night. When he chose it, I decided to call his bluff, and then I made every effort to get him to change his mind that I could think of. I tried so hard, that it began to turn my thinking around instead of his, so that by the time we left the house, you may have noticed I was actually shaking with nerves. Since stopping in the lay-by, things have been getting more intense." She was still holding David's handkerchief and, after a quick look round to see they were not observed, she lifted her skirt and wiped her pussy with it, then dropped her skirt back down. She held the hanky up to his nose; he sniffed, then ran his tongue over the smear of 'juice' she had wiped up. "Just a little sample of what, if you are a very good boy, might be available later," she said.

"I think we should go and eat," said David, "Before you get me so worked up I disgrace myself and cum in my pants."

"You mean like John did, just before you arrived," said Sarah. "I had to send him back upstairs to get changed. Come on then, let's have that drink you promised me." Reaching into the back, Sarah collected her jacket and slipped it on, before taking David's arm and allowing him to escort her into the building.

The tables in the restaurant were laid out with quality cutlery and glasses, and mostly set into individual booths, open to the main area, but giving a feeling of privacy. They were welcomed by a very stylish lady, who was waiting for them.

"Good evening Mr Branson," she said, "I have your table ready, if you would follow me." She led the way to a booth near the rear. "I hope this is satisfactory." She said, "May I take your coat madam?" Sarah glanced at David, and he gave a very slight nod. She undid the buttons and the lady took it from her shoulders, taking a hangar from a place behind her seat, she hung it on a small rail above where she had taken the hangar from. "Can I get you any drinks?" she asked. David looked at Sarah, and she said, "Just a glass of white wine please." David said, "I will have the same, and a bottle of mineral water, with two glasses, please Jennifer."

When she had gone, Sarah said, "You seem to be well known here. She certainly remembers you. An old girlfriend I presume?"

David laughed. "Not exactly." He looked at Sarah critically for a moment, and then said, "Jennifer is very sweet, but... he.. is not exactly my type."

Sarah's jaw dropped. "He! You mean .........?" 

David was enjoying her surprise, "Don't be upset, I didn't know myself until I was told. It takes a very practiced eye to spot, but yes, according to his birth certificate, Jennifer is a boy. She is what we call 'a trans-gender'. He was born and lived until his, I suppose you could call them, 'pre-teens', as a boy. Although he says he always felt he was different from other boys somehow. When he was about 10 or 11, he started to develop breasts. His parents, who incidentally own this restaurant, were concerned, obviously, but showed a lot more consideration than most parents do, and after talking to him about what was happening and what he wanted, they took him to a private specialist who dealt with 'gender problems'. Jennifer is, according to a DNA test, over 80% female, so from that day on she has lived as a girl. She changed schools; her passport shows her as a girl, although on her birth certificate, she is still registered as male. She says she is much happier now than ever she was as a boy. She is also a very good restaurant manager. On your first visit she will pick up on your name, and then, if you come back, even if is after six months, you will be greeted by name. I have never known her to get it wrong."

Just then Jennifer returned with the drinks. Seeing the look on Sarah's face, she smiled at her, "Oh dear," she said, "David has been telling my secrets, hasn't he? I can always tell." She looked at Sarah, "If it bothers you my dear, I can send one of the other girls to wait on your table."

Sarah glared at David, then smiled at her, "Not at all Jennifer, he really must learn to keep his mouth shut. I will try to have him better trained by the time we come again. I have only just agreed to accept him for training, but I promise you, he will improve." 

Jennifer laughed, "I am very pleased to hear it. I wanted to take him under my wing, but for the last year he has held me off because he said he had a 'thing' about someone else. I presume that was you, because he never brings anyone here. Love the top, by the way, it suits you."

Sarah blushed, "Thank you, I was concerned it might be a little too revealing."

"Perhaps, for some places, but it is fine for here," Jennifer said, "we do pride ourselves on having a more open mind and being more accepting of people's choice of ... dress?" She winked at David, and returned to the desk to greet another couple.

Sarah didn't know what to say, but David took her hand, "Don't worry about it, Jennifer is, as I said, very sweet. She is known for her discretion and absolutely nothing throws her. She may look delicate and very feminine, but she can be more than most can handle. Someone mentioned to a group of new guests that she used to be a boy and one idiot tried to put his hand up her skirt to check what was there. She hit him once, then dragged him from his seat and, quite literally, threw him out. She doesn't need a bouncer here, she is very capable. When the guy turned to come back in, there were six of us standing between him and the door. He took the hint, and has never been back. 

Sarah was astounded, "You were here that night?" she asked.

"Oh yes," said David, with a grin, "All six of us actually got a free drink from Jennifer that night, for helping out. I can tell you, that is what made the night so memorable. Jennifer is a lovely girl, but she doesn't give out free drinks very often.

Sarah just had to ask, "Does she still have ...... Umm, you know ......?"

David chuckled, "Her 'Boy Bits' ...? Oh yes! And a very impressive set of 'Boy Bits' they are too, I believe."

"But ...... Umm ... which way does she ... you know, go?"

"Difficult to say," said David, "You could say she is Bi-sexual, except both ways, for her, are straight. She is mostly girl, so if she is with a boy, she is straight, but then, if she is with a girl, with those 'Boy Bits', she is straight then too, as you would almost certainly find out if you went out with her, she has a bit of a reputation with the ladies. You could say she is the straightest Boy/Girl, or Girl/Boy, you are ever likely to meet."

Sarah was now laughing. "You come here a lot, don't you?" she said.

"Not all that often," he replied, "Wednesday is quite a good evening here. There are a group of us 'regulars' who come in on a Wednesday." He hesitated, wondering how much he should say.

Sarah caught the hesitation, putting it together with Jennifer's wink when she said about people's 'choice of dress', the photo's on his camera and a 'group of regulars'. "It must be nice, being in a group, is it 'all girls together'?"

Now it was David's turn to blush. He nodded, "It can be" he said.

"How come Jenny recognised me as the one you had a 'thing' for? Had you shown her my picture on one of your 'Wednesday nights'."

He looked crushed, "Yes I did, I am sorry. I shouldn't have, but I never expected to ever be able to bring you here. She kept on about this woman I wanted, and that I must have a picture of her somewhere, until I showed her the only one I had. But please, don't call her Jenny; she likes to be called Jennifer. She says not many people get to choose their own Christian names, and if she had wanted to be called 'Jenny' she would have chosen Jenny. She is Jennifer.

"Understood," said Sarah, "Has anyone else seen that photo of me?"

"No one" said David.

Jennifer returned to take their order and Sarah realised she hadn't even looked at the menu. "I know what you are having David," Jennifer said. "He is a creature of habit, he always orders the same. Have you decided yet? Its Sarah isn't it." 

Sarah looked surprised, but said, "Yes it is, but how ..." David chipped in, "Jennifer misses nothing that goes on in her restaurant. I have known someone hiccup on the other side of the room and within seconds she walked past and put a glass of water down in front of him. Believe me, this place is not your average restaurant. It is special and one of the reasons it is so special, is because of Jennifer. You will find out the other reason when the food arrives. The chef is ... not 'good' ... He is a long way better than just good."

Jennifer smiled, and did a little curtsey, "Good of you to say so, sir," she said, "Like the sign in the 'Gents' says, 'We aim to please – You aim too, Please'."

Sarah burst out laughing. I can see you have got the measure of him, she said, "I think I will go with the same as David is having. He seems to know what he likes."

"Oh yes, he knows what he likes all right," said Jennifer, "Although I haven't got his measure yet, but I will keep trying. One day, maybe he will let me put my ruler along it. I think it's possible you might get there before me, so you will tell me what you find, won't you?"

Sarah almost doubled up with laughter. "If he ever gets that lucky, I will let you know," she chuckled.

As Jennifer walked away, Sarah said, "David, she is priceless. However did you find this place? It's a bit off the beaten track, but already well worth the drive to get here, and I haven't tasted the food yet. Is the chef really that good?"

He looked at her in surprise, "Would I lie to you? I was first brought here by a very good friend. I have eaten in restaurants with Michelin Star ratings, that can't hold a candle to the food here. That's why I asked you to come here tonight. As you can see, the place is discreet, well away from anywhere anyone who knows us might see us. My thought when I invited you out, was 'you deserve the best' and this is the best there is. Although Jennifer misses nothing, she also has an incredible intuition about when her guests would like a little privacy. That's what we are, not customers, other restaurants have customers, she has guests. If you look around us, you will see that we are a little away from anyone else, the nearby tables are empty. I mentioned on the phone we had something private to discuss. She will only use those tables if she really needs them, and then she will come by and let me know it is possible that we could be overheard. You put your finger on it when you said she is priceless. She is."

Sarah decided it was about time they talked about the real reason they had come out tonight. The sooner they sorted that out, the sooner they could settle down and enjoy the evening. "David," she said, "can we see if we can sort this out about 'us' in the office. You now know it looks extremely likely there is going to be an 'us' outside work, but for many reasons, in work, absolutely nobody must know. The reasons, as I see them are:

1. Company policy is 'No personal relationships between colleagues'. If it becomes known we are having a relationship, one of us would have to leave. It is possible, because it would have been in secret, we could both loose our jobs. We both know why this rule is in place.

2. The rumour mill at work is very efficient. If one person finds out, the whole place will know within hours.

3. Quite apart from losing my job, there are people at work who know John, and although this is his idea, neither he nor I would wish to have to explain this relationship, even if I could, to anyone outside. It would only take one 'Mrs Smith' to know and the whole town would know. Then we would have to move away.

4. Even though you are a very good legal advisor, this would destroy your reputation as well. This could ruin your career.

Now! Have you anything you want to add to what I have said?"

David thought for a moment, then said, "Nothing really, except I am sorry. I never wanted to put you in this position. I knew, when that camera dropped out of my briefcase, everything had gone 'pear shaped' on me. I honestly thought, whoever had picked it up would either hand it to H.R, in which case I was finished, or realising what it held, could blackmail me. They could have bled me dry. That was why, this morning when you came in, I had already started clearing my desk. I intended to resign before I was fired. I couldn't believe it when you had the camera, had seen the pictures and were being so nice about it. When you started asking those questions, I hoped you wouldn't ask why I had taken it. I knew you would, anyone would, but I hoped. You were entitled to an honest and truthful reply, which I thought would mean, at the very least, I would have to find a new P.A. I am now completely in your hands. I have been thinking about this all day. I will try very hard, not to make a mistake in the office. If I slip up, I will accept full responsibility. I will swear on a stack of bibles that you know nothing about how I feel about you, and I will resign and leave the firm, and the district. I love you Sarah and I will never do anything which causes you distress if I can avoid it. I want you to take tomorrow off, and then when you come back on Monday, I promise I will be just as I have been for the last year. No-one, including you, had any idea about my feelings for you in all that time. If I hadn't dropped that camera, you still wouldn't have, so I can be discreet."

Sarah nodded, "My problem really is while I have had some feelings for you for some time, which I have so far kept under control. Now I know you are in love with me, and we are about to enter a sexual relationship, even though it is with my husband's consent, keeping everything as it was before is not going to be easy. You have been thinking about how this might work, all day. Believe me, between this 'John' thing, and my feelings for you, my mind has been going round in circles since last night. John's problem from last night has been sorted. A friend and I went round to the man's home and had a word with his wife. He won't bother us again, she gave me her word. Now, this may sound a bit extreme, but I have thought about this and it is what I am going to do. You asked earlier, "What was all that about with Janet?" I told you my thinking, and you agreed it could be a help. I intend to actually become quite close friends with Janet. Before you say anything, Yes! I am aware that this could involve me in, to speak plainly, a lesbian relationship, with her. 

Before you get on your high horse, you may as well know that many girls have 'close friendships' with other girls. Sometimes, probably more often than you think, there is a physical side to their 'friendships'. Not all lesbian relationships involve the 'butch, crew-cut, bovver boots and dungarees brigade' you know. Most take place between married ladies, quietly going about their lives, bringing up families, and looking after their husbands. They just need a little 'feminine friendship' occasionally. I have so far, never actually gone along that road and found a 'friend', but that doesn't mean I have never considered it.

Sarah broke off as the first course arrived. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "This looks fantastic. I feel really guilty now about John with only a microwave meal at home."

David laughed. "It's his own fault," he said, "Us being here tonight is because of his desire that you take a lover. It is all part of the 'angst' he will be feeling, knowing we are having a meal in a restaurant, with you dressed to entice me to be that lover. Not that I am going to need very much 'enticing'." 

As they ate, Sarah continued, "The rule about 'relationships', obviously cannot apply to 'friendships', and while you and I would be considered a 'relationship', Janet and I would be a 'friendship', so us sitting together in the canteen at lunchtime, chatting and sometimes, giggling at a shared joke, no one can really say anything about it. After all, I am a married woman, with a loving husband, within the male understanding of relationships, we are just friends, no one would even suggest we were lovers. Among the ladies, the understanding might be, slightly different, but some of them may have similar 'friendships', which is what I will be counting on. Now before you start to object, because you feel I am offering to sacrifice myself to protect you, let me finish.

Janet is a very attractive lady, but the rumour is already going the rounds that she prefers other ladies to men.

I have had a feeling for some time that, shall we say, she doesn't find me too repulsive. I certainly don't find her repulsive, I actually quite like her, although I have never considered her as a possible lover – well, not until now anyway.

When she came in and found you with your arms round me, I knew that one word of that and the gossip machine would go into top gear. There are a couple of ladies who are still jealous of me getting the job as your P.A. They would have had a field day.

When I realised it was her who had come to help, I saw a chance to, let's say, protect us both from that gossip. So I kissed her. As I hoped she would, she responded. I then went into the 'sorry, sorry, I didn't know what I was doing' routine. She said it was ok, she understood, it was shock, but while she was hugging me she whispered that she had liked it. When you went into your office, I apologised again, and again, she said she had enjoyed it. I told her I had rather liked it as well, so she kissed me again. That was when you almost caught us. She then whispered that if I needed to talk, no strings attached, where we didn't have an audience, to call her.




Working Relationship Ch. 08



If she gets that job with Peter, and we are seen working together, me showing her the ropes, becoming friends, it will give substance to any convenient rumour that Janet and I are now 'very close friends'.

If the gossips connect me and Janet and suspect we are 'an item' outside work, they are not going to accuse me of ... a bit crude, but ...... of 'spreading my legs' for you, as well.

I know this all sounds a bit complicated, but I know the 'jungle telegraph' in that place. It will seize onto something as juicy as an affair in an instant. Between two girls is juicier than with another man, but they would have to be able to prove it, and as I said, other ladies may have similar 'friendships' and so would not want to 'cast the first stone'. Just because we are friends doesn't prove anything, every girl has other girl friends, whether in a physical relationship or not. 

Between a P.A and her Boss? That's different ...... 'There's no smoke without fire', is there? Off again in a couple of weeks, for another conference! You know, I thought it was a bit funny that she always booked connecting rooms? How many times has they been away together now? I heard they were sleeping together at the last one, probably that wasn't the first time! Did you see that love bite on her neck when she came back? Of course it's faded now, and she covered it with foundation to hide it. The dirty bastard, he knows she is married, of course it's her husband I feel sorry for! She only got the job as his P.A by spreading her legs! I always knew she was a slut, you can always tell, another one who thinks she can fuck her way to the top! ..............." 

"Now do you see what I am getting at.?"

David looked shocked, "Is it really that bad, the gossip I mean?"

"I have heard worse than that," said Sarah, "Once started it's impossible to stop. Every time it is told, something new is added. The new bit, when it's re-told, is now a definite fact, "so and so told me, and she was told by her friend who actually saw them kissing in the car park." So now the rumour is a fact. When it gets to James's secretary's ears, and believe me it will, Christine knows all the gossip. She, of course will feel it's her duty to tell James. Now you are summoned to his office and asked to explain what is going on. What are you going to say? More important, how are you going to prove it didn't happen and all this isn't true?"

David looked completely shell shocked. Sarah looked across the restaurant and saw Jennifer looking their way. Sarah signalled to her that David needed a drink. Within seconds a stiff whisky arrived at the table. Jennifer looked concerned, and slipped into the seat beside him.

"Are you all right David," she asked. "I could see there was an intense conversation going on so I stayed away. Can I get you anything else?"

David took a drink of the whisky and, with the colour returning to his cheeks, said, "It's ok, Jennifer, it was just a dose of reality that I wasn't quite prepared for." He saw how Jennifer was looking at Sarah, "It wasn't Sarah's fault, she only told me how this problem could play out unless we tread very carefully. I didn't quite understand it before, but I think I do now.

Jennifer looked at Sarah's left hand, where it lay on the table. Sarah was wearing her wedding ring. "I think I understand the problem, you work together, and now you want to play together, but work doesn't allow it. Was it the office gossips that Sarah was talking about?"

David nodded, taking another, smaller, sip of the whisky.

"I don't know what she has told you, but it is probably worse than whatever she said. Think of the 'worst case scenario' then double it and that's office gossip. Listen to Sarah and whatever she says; go with it, she knows it better than you do, that's my advice." She looked straight at Sarah, "Does your husband know about you and David?"

Sarah gulped, and then, taking the whisky from David, took a drink herself, putting the remaining drink back down in front of him. "There isn't actually a 'Me and David' as yet, but it looks as if there might be, and yes, he does know," said Sarah.

"I thought so," said Jennifer, "The anklet rather gives it away. Right leg - he knows, on top of stocking - no condom required. Rather nice little charm attached, can I see the inscription? Oh nice! 'Married, but...' Husband's idea I suppose Sarah." Sarah just nodded. "It usually is. Turns him on, knowing you are with another man does it?" Another nod! "Your choice of partner I hope?" Sarah nodded again. "Don't let it worry you then sweetheart, I know of four other couples for definite, who are treading this same path. As long as you get to pick your own 'friend' and everyone is discreet, it can work out fine. In fact, do you see that couple at the table by the emergency exit?" Sarah looked and said "yes." "His wife doesn't know he has a girlfriend, so they can't go there, she has children almost in their teens, so they can't go back to her place either. Her husband books and pays for the hotel room for them. She always takes hubby home a nice cream pie, as a thank you. These things happen more often than you might think. Just one thing, take my advice and don't ever let your hubby pick your date, that way lies disaster. Is tonight your first night out together?" Sarah nodded. "Thought so, you looked quite nervous when you came in. Hubby picked your outfit?" Sarah nodded again. Jennifer squeezed her hand across the table. "I can usually tell. Just a tip, before you go home, take your bra off, if you are feeling really brave, slip your panties off as well. Smudge your lipstick a little, and undo a couple of buttons on your blouse, better still, button a couple of them up in the wrong buttonholes. Put your jacket back on to cover yourself so the neighbours don't see. Even if nothing has happened between you and David tonight, he will think it has. It keeps him happy. Excuse me I think I am needed. Play safely now children." With that Jennifer moved away towards another table she had noticed required her special brand of attention.

David looked at the stunned expression on Sarah's face and he chuckled. "I told you, she misses nothing. But everything is secure, she sees all, hears all, and she says nothing." 

Sarah looked puzzled and said "She takes him home a cream pie? What does taking him a cake ha ............? She stopped in mid sentence because David was laughing at her. "It's not a cake." He said, "Oh you are an innocent! A cream pie is when the lover has unprotected sex with the woman and finishes inside her. She goes home to her husband, who licks the 'cream' he left inside her, from between the lips of her pussy, as if it was a cream donut. It's also referred to as 'cleaning up'."

Sarah blushed, "So he is actually licking ......... Oh! Now I do feel stupid. I read about the husband cleaning up after the lover had left, I thought it meant he tidied up, changed the sheets and such like, something like that."

David was serious for a moment. "No you are not stupid, it's just not something you have encountered before. But, back to what we were talking about. What if Janet actually wants to have an affair with you? How will you manage to get out of that?"

Sarah looked at him with a smile on her face. "Now who is being stupid? I might not want to get out of it. If the price of her silence is a kiss and a cuddle, with a lady I rather like anyway, I don't think that's too bad. I have thought several times lately I wouldn't mind having a special friend, and yes, I do mean another woman. Sometimes it would be nice to curl up with someone, have a gossip and just hug each other and see where it takes us. Don't look so shocked, like Jennifer said, these things happen." 

"I am going to tell you something, but this is a secret! John and I went into a bar while on holiday on the south coast. It was a few years ago. We didn't know it when we went in, but it seems it was the local gay bar. As soon as John realised, he saw two men kissing, he was frightened to death. He was quite safe, they could see we were a couple so not 'on the scene', but the sight really seemed to scare him. Anyway we drank up and left. A couple of nights later, he was in the hotel bar watching a football match. I told him I fancied a walk, although I knew he wouldn't want to miss the football. I went for my walk, but for some reason I just couldn't get that bar out of my mind, so I hopped in a taxi, and went there. If you go in a place like that alone, someone will usually talk to you to see if you are interested. Less than five minutes I was in there, before a girl put her hand on my shoulder and said "I had a feeling you would come back, I hoped it would be without your husband". We didn't even go outside, it was quite dim in the bar and we started kissing against the back wall. Her hand went up my skirt, her jeans were undone and my hand was inside her panties. I came twice and I think she came once. I told her I had to leave before I was missed, and she said "Yes, you'd best get back, the football will be finished soon", kissed me once more, and said "It was lovely to meet you." And went back to sit at the bar. I never even asked her name and she didn't ask mine. I got a taxi back to the hotel, John was outside, and saw me arrive. I told him I had got tired of walking, so when I spotted a taxi I hailed it and came back. To this day he doesn't know, and don't you dare tell him. It's the only time, apart from this morning, I have been unfaithful to him, and they do say that if it's with another woman it doesn't count."

Sarah finished her glass of wine, saw Jennifer across the restaurant, and held up her glass, Jennifer nodded, and a waitress arrived with another glass of white wine within a minute. "My God David, you are not joking about the service in here, are you."

David grinned, "It's quiet tonight, last night it took a little longer to get a drink."

"Ah, the famous Wednesday night club," said Sarah. "Tell me, the comment Jennifer made about your 'dress', is this where you come when you are dressed as a woman?"

He looked uncomfortable, "Umm ...... well, yes, one of them. It's accepted that Wednesday night here, is for less conventional people. I never asked you, how do you feel about me dressing? Does it bother you?"

"Not at all, in fact I think it's very sexy," she said, "from the pictures I saw, you look very convincing," she leaned forward, "I spent quite some time studying the one of you in the red bra, it was nice, although studying it in the flesh this morning was better."

"You," said David, "Are a tease. You are doing this deliberately because you know I can't touch you in here."

Sarah giggled, "I'm sorry, but honestly, I thought you did look very sexy. But back to what we are supposed to be sorting out. I need to give a plausible reason for me going haywire this morning. I have an idea, but tell me what you think. 

What I haven't told anyone at work is that for about seven years, John and I were trying for a baby. Because we were not having any luck, we had tests, lots of tests, and they came back saying that while John is quite capable of fathering a child, I am not able to give him one. Up to last year, we had been through so many tests, you just wouldn't believe, but no one could do anything. It was about 18 months ago when we decided that we were just throwing money away on all these private clinics and more tests, so we stopped doing it. That was why we didn't have the money to buy a decent car, it had all been spent on I.V.F, private hospitals, clinics and tests. We have accepted now that I will never have children. No one at work knows about this, it is personal. I kept it to myself because I don't want to get dragged into 'sympathetic chats' with the other girls, about it." 

David wondered where she was going with this, but just listened. 

"Now," said Sarah, "If I come in tomorrow, just before lunch, ostensibly to let you know I will be back on Monday. Janet will be there, so if I ask you to call her into your office, I can make it look like I am explaining what happened to both of you because you were both involved this morning, but because it's so personal, I will ask you both to keep it to yourselves. I am not going to go into details, because I want you to genuinely look shocked when I say it, but keep in your mind, while the situation is true, the timescale, when I knew and how I was told will be, frankly, a load of rubbish. The object is, to give Janet a plausible reason for me going haywire, like I did. It will make her feel sorry for me and might even make her feel protective towards me. That will make others who notice us, even more certain there is something going on between Janet and I."

"If I can make this convincing, with the rest of it, we might just be able to get away with working together with no one suspecting we are sleeping together as well. After all, if John and I are still trying for a baby, it's hardly likely I would be 'playing around' with another man, is it?" 

"What are you going to say?" David asked, "Can't you at least give me a clue?"

"I haven't worked it out properly yet, but I thought, If I had gone for another test, and got the result in a text, confirming I was unable to ever have a child, It would explain why I was so upset. If I spin it out a bit, without going too much over the top, I will probably have Janet crying. I don't expect you to understand, but it is a big blow to any woman, being told you cannot have children. I am over it now, but no one at work knows anything about it. I can't see any clinic sending that kind of message as a text, but if they did it would have definitely caused any woman to flip out. It will leak out, something like that is bound to, and, there you are, the reason I was hysterical this morning. You, being seen with your arms around me, if that got out, obviously you were a concerned boss, trying to comfort me. I know it's all very involved, but I really can't see us getting away with this unless our story is bullet proof. If, when I come in, in front of Janet I also give you my new mobile number. I will say I have changed my phone because after that text I couldn't bear to look at the other phone, ever again, it will all add to the picture I am painting."

Just then the food arrived, and once again Sarah was astounded by the presentation. As soon as she started to eat, she knew David had not exaggerated. Everything was cooked to perfection, the meat, it was a lamb shank, fell off the bone as her knife touched it. The sauce it had been cooked in was so good Sarah could have transferred it to a glass and drunk it as wine.

As they ate, David was thinking about the story Sarah was concocting. "I can't see any clinic sending such sensitive results in a text," he said. "Other than that I think it could work, but that is definitely the weak part of the story. How about keeping your real timeline, but now you have come to terms with not being able to have children, you got a text message from an expensive private clinic, one that had made promises when you had some tests done there before, then told you they couldn't help you. This morning you got a text from them, with the same promises, asking you to come back and keep trying. Wouldn't that have a similar effect? The less you have to bend the truth, the less chance of making mistakes."

Sarah thought about it and replied, "It could do, especially if I made out that this clinic had promised they could do something, took all of our money and then did the 'sorry we can't help' bit, when the money ran out. If they then tried to get us to pay out for more tests, thinking maybe we might have saved up some more, using the same set of promises as before. That would certainly explain me being so upset." Yes. That would be better, I will work on it tomorrow, before I come in."

"It might also be nice if you dropped in to see James too, just to say thank you," said David, "I left a message with Christine, to tell him I had taken you home and I was back and ten minutes later he phoned me, to see how you were. If she loves a juicy bit of gossip, like you said she does, it's likely, if you drop something within her hearing, she will pick up on your story and start it running around the grape vine for you. Anyway, that's for tomorrow, what do you think of the food?" The look on her face told David all he needed to know, "Not too bad for my local 'greasy spoon' is it?" He said with a big smile on his face.

Jennifer was passing as he said it, "I will tell Graham you referred to his cooking as 'a greasy spoon'," she said smiling. "You know that is going to cost you as a minimum, a double brandy to placate him." She looked at Sarah, "Graham is my chef and he gets very touchy if he thinks he is not being appreciated. He chased one person who made jokes about his cooking out of the car park with his meat cleaver. He wouldn't have really chopped him up though, it might have spoiled the edge on the cleaver, and he is very particular about his knives." She leaned close and 'stage whispered', "A nice guy though, hung like a horse if you are interested."

Sarah, taken by surprise, almost choked on a piece of potato, as Jennifer calmly walked away, saying "I would take something for that cough, if I were you."

David was grinning all over his face, as Sarah drank half a glass of water to clear her throat. "I am sorry; I should have checked Jennifer was out of earshot before I said that. She doesn't have a 10% service charge, but not many of us get out of here without leaving a tip. The bill just went up by the price of a double brandy, on top of my usual tip. Mind you, she is fair about it. Graham can take it as a double brandy, a single and the difference in cash, or all of the 'till price' of a double brandy in cash. It's his choice. I don't get that choice. The drink will be added to the bill whether I like it or not. Among the regulars, that's anyone who has been here more than twice, the rule is that you don't make jokes about Graham's cooking. Anyway, what do you think of the food? It's ok she is across the other side, you can say what you like."

Sarah was laughing too, "What can I say? I have never tasted lamb like that. Does this Graham give lessons? He could make a fortune if he ran a cookery school. Maybe if I offer to wash up I could pick up some hints. I never got to look at the prices, but I bet they are a bit steep."

"Not the cheapest in the area, I admit. A bit more than a 'Big Mac and Fries', but not the most expensive either. Jennifer says she likes people to come back and they won't come back if they feel they have been overcharged. Would you like a dessert, or another drink?"

"No thank you," she said, "Anything else would spoil the memory of what I have just eaten. I will go to the 'ladies' though, and then I think we should make a move. It's almost 9:15 and I don't want to be late." She grinned at him, "I don't want John to be worried about me, seeing as how he knows I am out with this predatory man who has designs on my virtue."

While David sorted out the check, Sarah took her jacket and went to the toilets. She took off her blouse and her bra, and then she put her blouse back on, but didn't tuck it into her skirt like it was before. She put on her jacket and carefully folding her bra she slipped it into her bag. Fastening her jacket, she returned to the table, where David was ready to go. At the door Jennifer was there to say goodnight, and she winked at Sarah. "That's the idea, but when you do up the blouse again, remember, just a couple of buttons in the wrong buttonholes. If your panties are poking out of the clasp of your bag, it adds to the excitement for him too."

Sarah leaned close and did her own 'stage whisper', "Let you in on a secret, I'm not wearing any." Jennifer did a double take. "And thanks for the tip about Graham, it's worth knowing about, that." She burst out laughing at the look on Jennifer's face. "Hmmm! Take something for that cough indeed ...! Jennifer, it has really been a pleasure meeting you. Thank you for a lovely evening, I can't remember when I have enjoyed myself so much."




Working Relationship Ch. 08



"Lovely to have met you at last, Sarah. Please" Jennifer said, laughing, "come again, ..... and again .... and again," she winked, "I was beginning to think David was using a fictitious lady friend to hold me off, and you didn't really exist. You keep him in order and don't forget to let me know about that measurement, I might need it sometime." She smiled at David, "You be careful now. I know the ankle chain says condoms are not required, but if you get her pregnant and it ruins her marriage, you will answer to me."

David gave her a hug, "Don't worry Jennifer, I have to do as I am told, Sarah has things under control." 

"I am glad to hear it, replied Jennifer." 

David took Sarah's arm and led her to the car.



Working Relationship Ch. 09



As they drove out of the car park, David asked, "Is it straight home?" Sarah looked at him in disbelief. "I didn't expect you to suggest that, I must admit. We have a 10 to 15 minute drive to get me home, and just over an hour to do it in. I thought you might think of something we could do to pass the time. A game of scrabble perhaps?" David grinned, "Oh bother!" He said, "I think I have left my travel scrabble set at home." 

"There is a spot just off the road onto the estate which is rather quiet," said Sarah. "I know it has something of a reputation as being the place where half of the babies on the estate have been conceived, and I wouldn't normally suggest it, but not being well up on the local 'courting spots', I don't know anywhere else."

"Leave it with me," said David, "I think I know somewhere which might be just what we need, and it isn't too far off the direct road back to your house." 

Five minutes later, they were about half way home, when David turned off the main road into what Sarah at first thought was a house driveway. Until he began to turn Sarah hadn't even seen there was a turning. About a mile along this lane he turned again, through a stone archway which looked as if it used to have gates on it and into, what appeared to be, a picnic area. He drove past the main parking spaces, and into another, smaller area, surrounded by bushes, where they would be hidden from view, unless anyone actually came into the picnic area.

"Far enough out of the district to be private, but near enough to get you home in good time." He said as he stopped the engine and turned off the lights. If anyone turns in we will see their lights long before they can see us. This is actually a small country park, with a 'manor house' in the centre of it. But I know it isn't patrolled at night and very few people seem to know it is here. I only know about it because one of my parent's friends' lives in the house, well, he lives in a wing of it. Sort of 'Lord of the Manor', but the National Trust actually owns the property these days.

For almost 5 minutes neither of them said anything, they just sat there, looking out at the view in the moonlight. Then Sarah said, "This is ridiculous. We are sitting here like two love-struck teenagers on a first date, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Something is bothering you, isn't it?

David looked at her for a moment, then he said, "I can't help worrying, what if when we get back to your home John has changed his mind. He has had all evening to think about us being out together, and he knows this is no longer just a 'business meeting', it is a date. He knows that I am in love with you and that you have told him that you have feelings for me as well. I know he chose how he wanted you to be dressed tonight, but he has had over three hours alone to think about us being together. 

I have been able to cope with how I feel about you all this time, because you didn't know and I thought there was no chance of anything ever happening between us. But now, things have happened, wonderful things which I hadn't even dared to dream of. You know I love you. You told me this morning it was a one off, to forget it happened, but I can't. How can I forget that I held you in my arms? That I kissed you, and you kissed me back? Forget that you allowed me to touch you? I have been in love with you for so long and never thought I would ever be able to hold you in my arms and tell you I love you. Now I have and you tell me there is a chance you could love me too, being with you is all I can think about. I can't just switch it off and forget it."

Sarah pressed her finger to his lips, "Shhhhh!" She said, "A lot has happened since this morning. This morning was a lifetime away, for both of us. When I said what I did, we were living under a whole different set of rules and restrictions. I was still bound by my marriage vows and the thought of doing, even what we did then, actually scared me. Being discovered with you, like that, I thought could have meant disgrace for me and the end of my marriage. The scandal of us being caught in that situation would probably have cost both of us our jobs. We were on company time, both on full pay and you were taking time off to run me home because I wasn't feeling well. A situation which had been personally authorised by the managing director. What do you think Mr Macintosh would have said if we had been caught, under those circumstances, doing what we were doing? It doesn't bear thinking about! We still have to be careful about work knowing, but between us everything has changed, anything is possible."

"But now you have told me you want me to be your lover." Said David, "If John has changed his mind, I am not sure I can just switch off and go back to being as we were."

Sarah took his face between her hands and very gently kissed him. "It is not going to happen, David. He is not going to change his mind."

"But he could," David said, "I can't believe it is so close, everything I have ever wanted is almost within my grasp, and one word from him could snatch it all away."

Sarah thought for a minute about how to deal with this, and then she said, "David, for a long time I have been trying to make sense of seemingly unconnected little things that didn't seem to fit into my life at home. You know me, things have got to fit in and make sense, or I have to know why they don't. How many times have we discussed a problem at work where some little thing just didn't seem to fit in? You have been going to move on, but I have refused to let it drop until we knew why it wasn't right. When John came home last night, something he said didn't fit, but for some reason it stuck in the back of my mind because it seemed important. I was, at the time, preoccupied with thoughts of your camera and the pictures on it, especially the one of me, trying to decide what I should do about it. I never connected what he had said with the rest of those pieces, into the overall picture."

"This morning, after the revelation about your feelings for me, then, your reaction when, I admit, I over-reacted a little about the car payments, your response to that connected with something else, which John said last night and a lot of other things suddenly clicked into place. That started me thinking along a completely different and very strange path. In my head I heard John telling me again about last night, about his reaction to what had been said, and with your response to my overreaction, some of those other pieces began to fall into place. The 'logical extension to this new 'path' was what caused my 'stressed out' few minutes at work. I had to know the truth and so decided to force John to come clean and tell me what he wanted, because all the pieces seemed to point in one direction. I sent him an email from home, laying out my concerns and giving my thoughts about what I thought he was hiding. I laid it out for him telling him to be sure about which of the options he chose. One of those options I thought was so extreme, he couldn't possibly want that. I put it there to show him just how concerned I was about where our marriage seemed to be heading. I was wrong, it was what he wanted, so now we are sitting here, me with hardly any clothes on, telling you I want you to make love to me and wondering why you haven't even kissed me yet."

"I will show you the email I sent him when we get home. Honestly, I made this option so full of danger I thought no one would ever choose it, but to my surprise, he did. I have tried at least twice since he got home to get him to change his mind, but he still says this is what he wants. I made him choose how I was dressed for this evening, you see the result of his choice before you now. Acting as his mistress, with him as my 'sub', after he had laid out my clothes, I told him to take out and put next to the clothes, the item I bought at that 'sex shop', which was a leather paddle, to administer discipline to a submissive. As I told you, I didn't know if I would need it, but if I did, it needed to be there at that moment. Knowing what I had bought and that I was going to use it to punish him for refusing to tell me what had happened last night in the club, he accepted, without question my order to kneel, naked, over the end of the bed. He then accepted, again without question, three quite hard strokes on his bare bum, counting them and thanking me for each one. He was harder, more aroused than I had known him for ages, so while he was still kneeling I reached between his legs and literally 'milked him' into a glass."

"Later I again tried to get him to stop this, without success. I really laid it on thick about the risk I could fall in love with you and if that happened I could want to leave him, and told him that he had until you arrived to change his mind, but after that it was out of his hands. It would then be my decision and he would have to live with it. I told you he got so much more excited, he actually came in his pants, even though I had made him cum into a glass not 45 minutes before. He actually said that even if I came home with your semen inside me and running down my leg, he would be happy to welcome you back to our home." 

"You arrived and before he opened the door I again gave him one last chance. I told him that one word now would stop all of this, but he didn't say that word. So you see, he has made his choice. The decision is now not his to make, it is mine. Even if he begs me, in front of you, because he believes we have had sex on the way home, it is too late for him to just 'change his mind'. He let us walk out together, so it is now my decision what happens between us, not his. Tomorrow, when I call into work I will invite you to dinner, with myself and John. I will issue the invitation to dinner in front of Janet, in your office, so no one can say this is a 'clandestine meeting'. But what I am telling you now; because I won't say it in front of her is ...... don't forget your toothbrush! John will be spending tomorrow night in the spare bedroom. Even if he has decided to change his mind, his choices are now limited to:

1. Accepting you and I are now lovers, even if he should now decide he doesn't like it, he has to put up with it. If he finds that he can't, there is option 2.

2. He files for divorce, and we go our own separate ways.

She looked at the disbelief on his face and giggled. "Yes! You don't think I would have let things go as far as this, if I hadn't already decided that I wanted you, do you? What kind of a woman do you think I am? How many men do you think I have allowed to put their hand up my skirt? I wasn't the passive victim of your lust, I not only put your hand there, I told you to rip my tights apart so you could touch me, where, at that moment, I needed you to touch me, more easily. Do you think I would give you a 'blow job', and take you all the way to completion, just to get a lift home? When I laid down all the conditions any lover I would be prepared to consider had to fulfil, just about the only thing I didn't do, was to send him your photograph."

"Now! Are you going to kiss me or what?"

David drew her towards him, "The kiss sounds pretty good, but how long before we get to the 'or what'?"

"Shut up you fool," said Sarah as their lips met. "That's tomorrow night. Free up your weekend, you are going to be busy."

For the next half hour, David and Sarah held each other, talked about the new situation all of them were entering. They also managed to do quite a lot of kissing and David gave Sarah another orgasm, when his fingers slid into her very juicy pussy, as well. When the time reached 10:20, Sarah said it was time to go. "The Nose goes to bed at about 10:45 and I want her to see us pull up and be welcomed back into the house by John. I will give him a ring and tell him we will be home in about 10 minutes."

Using her mobile, Sarah phoned home and told John to watch for them and be ready to welcome them back. She also told him to switch on the computer as there was something she wanted David to see before he went home.

She did up the buttons of her blouse, taking care that half way down, where it would be covered by her jacket, she missed a buttonhole so the blouse was unevenly fastened. Then she modestly pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees again, put her jacket on and fastened it, ready for the walk from the car to the front door.

David started the car and as he drove out onto the road he asked, "What about Janet? Have you decided yet what you will do about her?"

"It's difficult to say," said Sarah, "Something like that can't be planned in advance or it stands a good chance of looking false, which would make things worse, not better. I think it would be best if I play along with what she suggested and tell her I would like to talk about what happened between us this morning. No promises, no strings attached, like she said, just a chat. I think a rather nervous, 'I don't know what made me kiss you like I did, I've never done anything like that before, but something happened inside me and now I can't get how it made me feel out of my mind'. I think that will be the best way to approach this, as a very nervous newcomer to these feelings. That will still give me the opportunity to back away from it, without causing offence, and Janet and I can then still be friends. On the other hand, if we hit it off, who knows? I am not going to turn into a card carrying, boots and a crew cut, lesbian so don't get yourself worked up about it. You like to dress as a woman, which I assume you will still want to continue doing, and if this does work out with Janet, it might mean I will spend a little time with her too. As I said before, it wouldn't hurt our relationship if the ladies at work think Janet and I are now 'an item', would it!"

She remembered something else, "When I showed John the photo of me from your camera, he asked if he could see the other pictures that were on it, but I refused. He only saw the one of me, I told him the rest were your private photos and only you could give permission for him to see them. He might ask again, but it is your decision whether to let him see any of them."

"I don't know," said David, looking nervously at her, "He might not approve of me if he sees them, and ..... I don't know if ...... I'll have to think about it."

Sarah looked at him, "Am I getting too suspicious here, or is that the real reason? Whether John approves or not, is now a minor worry. I told you, this is my choice, not his and he no longer has the right to say yes or no to whoever I choose. After all, I am the one you will be going to bed with, not him. Is there anything else I should know about?"

David didn't speak, but he couldn't look at her either. She could feel that there was more to this than he had said. "OK! Stop the car. I want to know what it is. We are starting a brand new relationship tonight and I don't intend starting it with you keeping things from me that I need to know, so come on, you have had all evening to tell me if there is something else going on."

David pulled to the roadside and stopped the car. "I don't want to cause any additional friction between you and John," he said, "But does he go out on a Monday night much?"

Sarah was puzzled, "Well yes," she said, "He usually goes to the social club on Monday, Wednesday and sometimes on Friday nights too. Why do you ask?"

"You asked me earlier about Wednesday nights at Jennifer's, and did I go there 'dressed'. 

"Yes" she said, "Are you saying that John goes there on a Wednesday too?"

"No" said David, "But there is another place I go to. Not often, but sometimes I go to a club called 'Clarence's' on a Monday night. 'Clarence's' is a gay club. Not all gay places welcome those of us who may not be gay, but just like to dress, but 'Clarence's' sets aside Monday nights. Not exclusively by any means, but on Mondays quite a few of the customers will be 'dressed' but are not necessarily gay. As you put it about Jennifer's, we have an 'all girls together' night. John hasn't recognised me, because when I go there, I am always 'dressed', but I have seen him there a few times. If he sees those pictures from my camera, I am sure he will recognise me, and I am not sure how that would work out. I have never seen him there with anyone, he seems to sit in a corner on his own. He doesn't stay late, just has a couple of drinks, and then leaves, but it is definitely him."

Sarah was stunned, "You have seen John in a gay bar?" she said "what would he be doing there? When we accidentally went in one while on holiday, he couldn't wait to get out; in fact he left half of his drink he was in such a hurry. Honestly, I don't think he is gay." 

"I don't suppose he is actually gay, it's possible he might be bi-sexual, but I don't know if he is or he isn't," said David, "We have him pegged as what we call a 'Wannabe'. That's someone who likes ladies things but hasn't got the nerve to wear them himself, well not in public anyway.

Sarah burst out laughing and David looked at her as if she had gone mad. "You think that maybe John wants to dress in women's things like you do, but is afraid to?" Sarah said.

David nodded, but then said, "Sarah, 'Clarence's' isn't a gay bar. It's a member's only 'gay club!' They are quite strict about their 'one member, one guest' rule. Guests have to be signed in, and there are a limited number of times, I think it's twice, that anyone can be signed in as a guest before they have to become a member to get in. I don't go there a lot, but I have seen him there a few times. I am sorry if this is a shock to you, but from the number of times that I have seen him there, he has got to be a member.

"This is something I am going to have to think about," said Sarah. "Let me be sure about what you are telling me here. My husband, John, is a member of a gay club and you think it might be because he wants to wear ladies clothes, but is afraid to do so in public?"

David nodded, "I don't know how often he goes there, or what his motivation is. I only know I have seen him there, on a Monday night, when there are usually several other 'transvestites' in the club. I can't say if he goes on other nights or why he goes there. The 'Wannabe' thing is only what someone else said to me"

Sarah sat in silence for several minutes, thinking. Then she said, "Come on, let's get going, I need to get home before this magical carriage turns back into a pumpkin, and the 'Wicked Witch of the North' across the road, begins to brew her evil potions. We can talk more about this over the weekend." 

As she said that, it occurred to Sarah that she was making all these plans, and just expecting him to fall in with them. She realised that her 'P.A mode' had kicked in and she was taking over. "I am sorry," she said, "I am jumping in making these arrangements. Dinner tomorrow night! You, staying over! Us spending Saturday and possibly even Saturday night together as well! I haven't even asked you if that is what you want to do. What are your plans? Do you have anything organised for this weekend? I took over and just assumed, and that was wrong of me. I got so caught up with everything which has happened today and getting things sorted out at home, that I just carried on organising your life as well."

David smiled at her then leaned across and kissed her. "I didn't have any special plans for this weekend anyway, certainly nothing as important to me as just being with you." He put the car into gear and they set off again towards Sarah's home.



Working Relationship Ch. 10



As they pulled up outside her house Sarah saw the curtains across the road move. "Mrs Smith knows I am home," she said, "Don't look, just get out and casually walk with me up to the door, no display of affection, we have just been to a business function. I knew she would be looking to see what time I came home." David got out of the car and came round to open Sarah's door. They walked up to the front door and Sarah was looking in her bag for her key, when John opened the door. Sarah ushered David in then, as she stepped inside herself with the door still open, she kissed John on the cheek, knowing that this would be seen from across the road, and then she closed the door.

"Is everything all right John?" she asked, as she took off her jacket. Her blouse was almost transparent and her breasts were completely exposed. "David was concerned that you might not still want this to go ahead, now you have had time to think about it, with us being out together and with me dressed like this. Perhaps you could tell him how you feel about him becoming my lover, and set his mind at rest."

John looked at David and said, "My mistress has chosen you to join her in a loving relationship. It is not my place to question her decision sir. It will make me happy, knowing that having you as her 'special friend' will make her happy."

Sarah put her arms round John and kissed him. Then she said to David, "There you are, I told you didn't have to worry. He had more than enough chances to end this before it began. Now come into the 'den' there is something I want to show you on the computer. Make us some coffee John," she looked to David, "That is the 'timer' that Mrs Smith would find acceptable as a reason for you coming in. If you stay much longer than that, she will start making up her own reasons."

Sitting down at the computer, Sarah brought up the email she had sent that morning to John. David read it and gave a low whistle. "You certainly didn't pull any punches, did you," he said. "I see what you mean about laying it on the line about who would be in charge over this."

"If he wants me to be his mistress as well as his wife," Sarah said, "He had better get used to me taking charge. He can't be submissive to me and expect to tell me what I have to do or who I have to be with. That wouldn't make sense. Either one or the other, he can't have it both ways."

John came in with two cups of coffee on a tray, with cream and sugar for David to help himself, and put the tray down on the small side table. Sarah watched him as he did so, and an idea began to form in her mind. "Kneel here!" she instructed him, pointing to a spot beside her chair. John knelt without comment. "I have had some disturbing news," she said. "You have been seen, on some evenings when you told me you were at 'the social club', frequenting a completely different 'club' in town. This club has a much more 'selective' group of members. Is this true?"

John looked ashamed and kept his eyes down. "Yes Mistress" he said, glancing at David.

"Don't look at David," Sarah said, "You answer to me, not him. A man does not just wander into a club like this by accident, I believe he has to be signed in. As you have been there several times, I must assume you are a member and must have been aware when you joined it, that this is a 'Gay Club'. – BE QUIET! I will tell you when I want you to speak! - I now want to know – Truthfully now – what is your interest in this 'Club? When did this interest first start? Are you gay? If you're not, why do you go there? ..... Now you may explain yourself."

John was quiet for a moment, then he said, "I don't think I am gay, mistress, but on Monday nights there are men there dressed in ladies clothes, and I find the thought of them, and of wearing such things very exciting."

"I see," said Sarah, glancing at David. She opened the file which contained David's photo's and the screen filled with small picture icons, "May I?" She indicated the screen, asking if she could show one of his photos. David nodded. Selecting one that showed him in very pretty underwear, where the picture was quite obviously one of a man, but where his face was not showing, she asked, "Do you find something like this exciting then John?" 

"Yes" he replied.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON!" Said Sarah.

"Yes Mistress" he said.

"That's better. Now, is there anything else?" asked Sarah, "You had better tell me now if there is, because if you don't and I find out later, I assure you this evenings, very gentle, introduction to my new form of 'guidance' for you, will pale into insignificance. If I do find out later you have been lying to me, I may need to visit the shop where I bought that instrument again. I am sure they have something that will ensure you do not offend the neighbours while a more vigorous application is administered. Perhaps, until I have time to go there, one or two pairs of my worn panties, stuffed into your mouth, held in place with a nylon stocking, might be an acceptable temporary means of reducing the amount of noise you would make." 

John gulped, and looked at her for a moment, then down at the floor. "I was followed by someone into the toilet at the club, and he wanted me to do things to him, Mistress."

Sarah looked at David in surprise, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know anything about this." He said. 

She looked down at John, "Go on!" She ordered. "What did he want and what did you do? Goodness me John, getting information out of you is like pulling teeth. I have had a lot to take in today and my patience is becoming more than a little bit strained. I want to know what you have been getting up to and unless you tell me voluntarily, right now, I will find out later using whatever means I decide is necessary. Do you understand me? Now! I haven't got all night, so get on with it."

Very hesitantly, John said, "He pushed me into a cubicle, lifted his dress and told me to take down his panties, I didn't want to do it, Mistress, he made me."

Sarah said, "Rubbish! Don't make excuses, I am not a fool. You have become a member of a gay club, which I must assume you decided to join because you wanted to spend time in the company of gay men. You go into the toilets with another member of that club and enter a cubicle with him. Now you are asking me to believe that he forced you? Don't insult my intelligence! I want to know what happened and what you did!"

David laid a restraining hand on her arm, but Sarah shook her head. 

John's voice was only just above a whisper, as he said, "He made me suck him Mistress."

"I see! Had you done this before, or was this the first time?" she asked. "Truthfully now!"

"It was the first time, Mistress," he answered.

"Of course you fought him and screamed for help."

"No Mistress" replied John.

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And of course he kept his cock in your mouth so you were forced to swallow, didn't he?"

"Yes Mistress. He made me swallow it."

"And obviously you complained to the club management."

John was now actually crying. "No Mistress" he replied quietly.

"But surely, if you had been forced, that would have been rape ... Had you just been raped, or hadn't you?"

He looked down at the floor, unable to look at her

Sarah put her hand under his chin and raised his head so that he was looking into her eyes, "Of course you didn't make a complaint," she said softly. "Because you hadn't been raped, had you?"

"No Mistress" he sobbed.

"When did this happen?"

"It was just over a year ago, Mistress."

"So! It wasn't rape, and you sucked him and swallowed his cum. It was all so exciting, so very naughty, wasn't it? That feeling as he pushed his penis into your mouth and your lips closed round his shaft. The pleasure you felt, sucking him, bringing him to a climax using just your lips and tongue. The feeling as his cum burst into your mouth. The taste of it in your mouth after you had swallowed it all. You had dreamed of doing this for a long time, hadn't you? Was it as good as you had imagined it would be?"

"Yes Mistress," John whispered

"You said 'That was the first time'. So obviously there have been others. How many other times have you done this?"

He was silent for several seconds before replying, "Four other times Mistress."

Sarah looked at David, who shrugged his shoulders and with a hand gesture indicated she was on her own here. She thought for a moment, and then said, "I think we will leave the description of those occasions for another time, but something else is now beginning to fit into place. Last night at the social club, did that incident start when Mick caught you looking at his cock in the toilets?"

John groaned, "It started in the clubroom before that, but it came to a head in the toilets, yes Mistress," he replied.

"And Mick, being the ignorant, oversexed fool that he is, assumed, because you were interested in his cock, that I would be 'going without' so that's why he thought he might have a chance of, 'supplying the needs, that he assumed you were neglecting'?"

"Yes Mistress. But I knew you didn't like him and I told him so. That was when he waved it at me and said 'when she gets this inside her, instead of that little thing you've got, she will like me well enough then'. Then the rest of it happened, like I told you last night."

"So last night, you really were defending me."

"Yes Mistress." John sobbed.

Sarah took a tissue from a box next to the computer and dried his eyes. Then she leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. "You see, that really was so much easier than making me spank your bottom until you told me, wasn't it? You would have told me anyway, but this way is so much nicer. I won't pretend that I am happy about your liaisons with other men, but you should have trusted me enough to tell me about them. I am your wife and those activities could have seriously impacted on my life too. The question of public ridicule, to say nothing of possible exposure to sexual diseases, immediately comes to mind. Did you think about that before indulging your fantasies? No! We will talk about this later John, and I will want full details of what you have been doing. I will then decide on my course of action with regard to this."

"You have said that you want me to take control, to be your mistress and also that you want me to take a lover. If he will still have me after what he has just heard, I intend that my lover will be David. If he no longer wants me I will hold you personally responsible for the loss of, not only my potential lover, but my job as well, because there would be no way I could return to work and continue as his P.A. if he rejects me now. In the light of tonight's revelations, I am telling you, whatever may happen with regard to David and me, that from tonight, I really will be your Mistress. Your future sex life is going to be completely controlled by me and at my discretion, and if I feel you need to be corrected, or punished, you can be assured, I will not be afraid to do it. There is really only one rule you need to remember, and everything then becomes very simple. That rule is you will obey me. Should you fail to follow that rule; the consequences will be sudden and almost certainly very painful. Do you understand what I am saying, and do you accept this?"

"Yes Mistress," said John.

"Very well," she said. "Now I think you should give David and me a few minutes to ourselves, don't you? After hearing what you have been getting up to, we need to talk; we have things we need to say to each other. He has needs too, which, if he still wants me, I am going to attend to." 

"In the top drawer of my dressing table you will find some clean nightdresses, perhaps you would like to select one of them, and you may take a pair of my panties. I think, in the light of what you have told us, that they might be more appropriate for you than your pyjamas. I will call you down when David is leaving, and we can wish him goodnight together, so don't get ready for bed yet. Tonight you will again be sleeping in the spare room, but you can wear one of my nightdresses and a pair of my panties. Would you like that?"

John looked as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. "Oh Yes Mistress! Thank you," he said.

"Then on Saturday, perhaps we might even find time to do a little shopping. Perhaps we can look for some lingerie in your size. I don't know if a dress from the rack would actually fit you, but I am sure we can find something suitable for you to wear with whatever I choose for you. Now off you go and sort out your things for tonight."

When they were alone the 'Stern, In Control' facade Sarah had shown to John collapsed. She threw her arms around David's neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He held her and gently stroked her hair while she regained control of herself.

"Oh God!" She gasped after a few minutes. "That is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I know I was hard on him, but if I am to take the role he wants me to play, I had to be. It won't work if I just play at it. I can't only half do it. He has to accept me as his Mistress, completely. He is the one who wants me to be in control so he has to learn he must obey me when I demand something from him. If I ease off, just because he doesn't want to tell me something, I have allowed him to take control. If I am going to become his Mistress and be in control of our lives, he cannot pick and choose when I am and when I'm not. If he does then he is really in control. Does that make sense? Was I too hard on him? Please tell me if I was."

David gently kissed her, "I did think, just for a moment you were being a bit hard on him, but I also understood why you needed to make him confess what had happened in full. It was the same as when I came into that shop after you had told me to wait in the car. There was a position you needed to establish with the woman in the shop, and you established it with style and just the right amount of firmness. You then took your newly established position of dominance, to a much higher level when you forgave me for my disobedience so sweetly. Even though I knew you were acting, when I left that shop, I actually felt as if you really were my Mistress. I felt a real surge inside when the shop lady told me where to park, then said 'Your Mistress will be with you when she is ready'. I had been publicly accepted as 'your property', because that's what a genuine submissive is, the property of his/her mistress/master. I left that shop happy, I was proud that I had pleased 'My Mistress'." 

"I thought you managed that situation really well, but what you have just done with John was much harder, and in the light of what he had admitted, I think you handled it perfectly. He had to be forced to confess the one thing he thought would collapse his whole world on top of him. He tried to hold part of it back, then to justify it, but you dragged it out of him. Once you were sure you had everything, you kissed and forgave him. Like with me in the shop, you changed from a hard demanding Mistress, to someone who loved and cared for him. Then you used what you had learned from his confession to hand him a gift which he never expected to get. That was your permission to wear ladies clothes. To be what he had admitted he wanted to be." 

"I don't think you actually realise how perfectly you handled both situations. If I didn't actually know how new you are to this kind of Mistress/Submissive relationship, I would swear you had been living like this for years. I thought you handled everything beautifully. Another perfect example of why I need you to stay with me at work. How would I cope if you weren't there to nag me about not spilling my coffee, and to put things back in their proper place?"

Sarah hugged him so tightly he thought she was trying to crack his ribs. "Thank you David," she said. "Oh God, this really is turning my world on its head! Does this mean you still want me to stay on as your P.A, that you still want to be my lover?"

"Yes! Oh yes! Sarah, I love you. You are offering me the chance to be with you, to hold you in my arms and make love to you. I never dared to hope I would ever be able to do that and I am not going to give up that chance. More than ever now, you need someone you can lean on, someone you can trust, someone who will hold you and love you. I want to be that person."

Sarah had been holding her breath, waiting for his reply. As he said this tears ran down her cheeks. She hugged him, kissed him and then said, "My position at work, as you know, is very important to me and we must try very hard not to give any clues about our relationship to anyone. We will have to keep these two sides of our lives completely separate. I never thought I would ever say this to anyone, but .... David ...... I think, tonight, I really have fallen in love with you. At this moment you are more important to me than anything or anyone else. If it does come to a choice and I can only have one, work or you, I will choose you. Being with you, both here and after tomorrow, in my bed, I now know means everything to me. I always thought my marriage was for life, but, after learning of his desires and hearing what he has said tonight, if John were to come downstairs, right now, and tell me he had changed his mind about this and I had to choose just one of you, I tell you now, he would be the looser, I would choose you."

David raised her chin and kissed her, "After seeing John as he was tonight, I don't think that is going to happen, but if my dreams came true, and it did .... " He released her from his arms and went down on one knee, "Sarah, would you marry me?"

She dropped to her knees and with her arms around his neck, looked deep into his eyes. "If that did happen, you would have to ask me again, but yes, I would marry you. Until then, in all but name, I will be your wife."

They stayed there on their knees for a couple of minutes, just holding each other tight. Then Sarah kissed him and said, "I think we had better get up, don't you? This position is very hard on the knees." They stood up and, holding tightly to his hand, Sarah led him from the den back into the lounge. There she kissed him and sat him down on the sofa, sitting beside him, his arm around her and her head, resting on his chest.

After sitting like that for about five minutes, she said, "John is not going to share my bed tonight, I don't know at this moment if I will ever allow him to do so again. At this moment I want you so much I am aching inside, but as I told you I am not the sort of girl who will sleep with someone on the first date, and this is still only our first date. Tomorrow evening you are coming to dinner, here at my home. John will be sleeping in the spare room, so tomorrow night my bed will feel very big and lonely if you are not sharing it with me. I don't intend letting you out of it again until we come down for breakfast on Saturday morning. I haven't told him yet, but, John is going to cook and serve us that breakfast. He is going to find out exactly what me being what he wants me to be, really means. I intend to drop him in at the deep end to see if he really does want to swim. He will now accept our new situation, with you as my lover, or I will ask for a divorce. I am not going to give you up."

"Tomorrow morning I will come into work as we discussed, probably about an hour before lunch, but you don't know that so don't keep looking out for me. If I start out by going to see Mr Macintosh, and while speaking to Christine, asking if he is free, I let something slip to her, I am sure she will soon fill in the rest from him and the story will be out. But no one will be able to say I was the one who released it. Once it is leaked, no amount of denial will then stop it. After I have been in to see you I will ask Janet if she will have lunch with me. If we are seen going to lunch together, especially if we should be seen with us holding hands ... Well! You can make your own mind up how that will be reported back. Then, over lunch, we will have to see if we do have any feelings for each other." She saw the look on David's face and smiled, "Don't look like that, please. I know, for a man this seems like a really big deal, but it isn't anywhere like that big for a woman, well, not for this one anyway. I won't force anything, if something happens, it happens, but I won't run away from it either. OK? It doesn't mean I will love you less, and at least you will know about it and what the main reason is that I started it."




Working Relationship Ch. 10



"Now, I am a bit lost when it comes to this thing with John. He said he was forced to suck that man at the club, but when I pushed him, he admitted he had enjoyed it. You saw and heard everything, so from a man's point of view, did you think it was the truth?"

David thought for a moment before answering, and then said, "I think what he said was the truth. I know he tried to dodge out of telling you, but when you pushed him I think he told the truth. Something tells me though that there is more to tell, so maybe he didn't tell the whole truth. There are a couple of the men who 'dress' and go to that club, who can be a bit forceful and they are not averse to some 'man on man' action. I could easily see him being followed into the toilet and pushed into a cubicle, as he described. It's a gay club and he wasn't there as one of the 'dressed' group, so the assumption that he was gay would be quite a reasonable one. He sits quietly on his own, a classic 'submissive' situation. If he didn't protest when he was pushed into a cubicle and he sat on the toilet, his head would have been at about the right height for what he said happened. He admits to liking men in ladies clothes and the feel of lingerie, so from what he has said, he is, and probably always has been, at least bi-sexual and naturally quite submissive. In those circumstances, if he was presented with a man dressed like that with his skirt raised, ordering him to take his panties down, it has probably been a fantasy of his for a long time so it's very likely he would submit. He wouldn't be the first 'straight man' to then discover he liked the feel and taste of a man's cock in his mouth. There is a saying that 'real men don't suck cock!' But there is a counter saying, 'those real men don't know what they are missing'. 

I would say, especially if he has done it four more times since then, John has definitely discovered he likes having a man's cock in his mouth, making him cum and the feel and taste of someone's spunk in his mouth. There is something about causing another person, male or female, to have an orgasm that is really very addictive. Most men are never brave enough to taste another man's cum, even if deep down they want to, but if they can get past that barrier, maybe because they are 'forced' to take it, like John said he was, they then realise there is nothing to be afraid of. As you know yourself, it doesn't taste all that bad."

Sarah wasn't sure if she should, but decided to ask anyway. "Have you ever tasted another man's cum?" she asked.

David smiled at her, "Now how did I know that question was coming?" he said. "Yes Sarah, I have. Like most cross dressers, I went through a period, early on, when I wondered if I was gay. I had a couple of relationships with other men, but then I realised it was not for me. During those relationships I was introduced to the ways men make love to each other. That was all over a long time ago. It was while I was at university, long before I met you." 

"Most students at university experiment with things, usually trying to discover things about themselves. That was what I did. I tried things, decided who and what I was, and then settled into a lifestyle that suited me. After university I was, as they say 'footloose and fancy free'. I had several casual girlfriends and had a good time. Then, just over a year ago, you walked into my office and my whole world changed. Within a few weeks I knew I was in love. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn't matter. I just wanted to be near you. Our hands touched when you handed me a document and my heart leapt, but outwardly I had to remain calm. How could I tell you how I felt about you? I knew I couldn't, and so I kept it hidden inside. Then my camera fell out of my briefcase and you found it, saw the pictures and ..... Well, you know the rest."

Sarah hugged him, "When I started as your P.A, I thought you were a handsome young man. I soon found you were kind and thoughtful, and not just to me, everyone who came into contact with you was charmed by your personality. I know several of the other secretaries were hoping to get the position as your P.A and one made no secret of it, she got teased quite a bit about because it was obvious she would have liked a more 'personal' relationship as well. I did get a little hostility from a couple of them because I hadn't been there as long as they had. It was nothing major, just a few 'catty remarks'. That is why we will have to be careful to maintain our outwardly professional relationship there. Now you know your feelings for me are reciprocated, I hope that will make it a little easier to be professionally polite and friendly at work, because you know I am going to .... Please excuse the language, 'fuck your brains out' when I get you home." 

David laughed, "And there I was thinking you were such a prim and proper lady, who didn't do such things."

"Oh I am, just you wait until tomorrow night and you will see how 'Prim and Proper I am," said Sarah, dropping her hand into his lap, stroking his erect cock through his trousers. Then she stopped. "Oh My God! What if ....... " she exclaimed.

David looked at her in alarm "What if .... What?"

She looked up at him and hesitantly said, "I don't know if ..... Look, if this is too weird for you, I want you to say so, but a thought has just crossed my mind."

David looked at her, she was actually blushing. She had lifted her head from his chest and was looking up at him. "Well .... Come on, tell me what you are thinking," he said.

"What if John's reason for asking me to take a lover is because he wants a male lover for himself. Maybe he is hoping that if I have a lover, he might be invited to join in when we have sex and he might get to suck you. Do you think that might be what he wants?"

"I suppose it's possible, although as my understanding of the 'cuckold' thing goes, and I haven't really looked into it much myself, usually the main excitement for the man is seeing or hearing about his wife having sex with other men. There is often a 'clean up' element which, if he likes the taste of male semen, and it looks like he does, could be a part of it for him."

Sarah thought for a moment, "I think I am going to have to talk very firmly to him tonight, after you have gone home" she said. "I am going to find out a lot more about his other ... encounters, and he is going to tell me what he expects, or hopes to get from our new relationship. I have asked you to be my lover, not his. At the moment, as far as I am concerned, his sexual needs are going to be very much secondary, after ours."

She was silent as she thought for several minutes, "I want to reinforce his new position, so he knows I am putting him firmly into second place in the line for any sexual favours from now on. I am going to call him down, but make him wait outside the closed lounge door until we allow him in. I want you to be the one who tells him when he can enter, as well. You need some 'help?' with this condition," she stroked the hard bulge in the front of his trousers, "So although we are not going to make love tonight, I am going to provide that 'help', like I did this morning in the car. If he is standing outside as I do it, waiting until you allow him to enter his own lounge, I think that should show him where he now stands in this house very nicely. I am not going to tell him this will be the second time I have done this with you; I want him to continue to think this is our first time and this whole situation has only happened because he has pushed me into going along with his desires. He is the one who wanted it to happen, not me."

David kissed her, "Only if it is what you want to do my love" he said. "I can manage and will happily wait until tomorrow."

"No! It's not right asking you to leave tonight like this," she stroked his cock again, "Anyway, I want to do it, in fact, I know I am being very naughty, but I have been looking forward to doing this for most of the evening. If I have also taken my skirt and blouse off, when you tell him to come in I will be almost completely naked, so he will know you have seen me as he wanted you to when he laid out these clothes. I might even shoot a spurt of your cum on my breasts. He is going to be under no illusions as to what we have been doing while he waited outside the door."

"Look, I know this sounds really bad, so please, if you don't want me to do it, say so, but he is going to be able to hear us making love tomorrow night anyway. Not the first time, that's for us, not him, I am going to send him down to the social club for our first time together, let him imagine what he likes. I do not want him to be listening to us tomorrow night when we make love for the first time. I am not sending you home tonight, without relieving this pressure. That's not just for you, it's for me too, I want to taste you again, but he might as well know that he is not the only one in this house who likes the taste of a man's cum," she squeezed his cock, "Well, this man's cum anyway." 

"All this may be a bit too far out, but in the last 24 hours I have found your camera with pictures of you, dressed as a woman. Found a picture of myself on there, showing my breasts, and discovered that you are in love with me. I have been offered a lesbian relationship, and visited a sex shop, where I bought a 'disciplinary implement' and ..." Sarah blushed! "... I had an orgasm when that implement was, at my request, tested on me ... Don't ask! I will tell you about it another time. ... I was then fingered to another orgasm by you, in your car at the rear of that sex shop, and I then performed oral sex on you. This was before I knew my husband wanted me to be his mistress and also wanted me to take a lover. I think I had already decided before I sent him that email that I wanted you, and we were going to become lovers, no matter what he decided. This just makes everything so much easier because we don't have to hide it from him as well as people at work. The 'implement' I bought this morning, I used on him before you arrived. He accepted his punishment without a murmur of complaint. Then, while he was still on his knees after the spanking, I masturbated him from between his legs into a glass, as if I was milking a cow." 

"He selected the clothes he wanted me to wear to go on the date with you, after he knew you had told me you are in love with me and I had told him I had strong feelings for you. I also told him that in the light of what he had said, I was now considering asking you if you wanted to become my lover. He then chose what he wanted me to wear to go out with you tonight to a public restaurant. My breasts were on show to anyone who cared to look, and, apart from a suspender belt, as you know I am naked under this skirt. He also put this chain around my ankle, with an engraved tag, which advertised that I was married but available for sex. I thought it wasn't too obvious, but Jennifer spotted it straight away. I don't know when he had that tag engraved, because I had never seen it before tonight. I just hope that he didn't get it done anywhere around here, because it isn't exactly discreet, is it? 

I told him, if I was dressed as he wanted, it was an open invitation and I would be unable to prevent you having sex with me if you wanted. I suggested that at least I should put a pair of panties on. His reply was 'I think you look perfect for tonight - Mistress'. Then, after we have a lovely meal in a fantastic restaurant, when we get back here, I discover that for over a year he has been having sexual relations with other men, not just once but several times." 

Tonight Mrs Smith can see you leave. Tomorrow night she may see you arrive, but you will have had too much to drink, to drive home so you will be staying over – in the spare room of course." She winked at him, "Isn't it strange how room names seem to move around without warning?" Then putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately. "That's the first one towards your unlimited allowance for tomorrow night. You can have that one on account, .... On account of I am already in love with you!" 

Opening the door to the hall, Sarah called to John. He must have been waiting because he came downstairs at once. She pointed to a spot next to the door. "Wait there, we will call you when you can come in" she said, before stepping back into the room and pushing the door behind her almost, but not fully closed. Then she removed her blouse and skirt, laying them carefully on the chair John usually sat in. She knelt down between David's knees and unfastened his trousers, pulling them down so that he was fully exposed. She then cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, and said "From this moment, John has no access to my body unless you to decide to allow it. My heart is yours, my body is also yours. If you say 'he may touch your breast', he may touch my breast. If you say "your whole body is 'off limits' to him", I will not allow him to even to kiss me." 

She lowered her head into David's lap, kissing then licking his cock, before sliding it into her mouth. Then she began, very noisily for the benefit of John standing outside the door, to suck him. David groaned as her tongue licked around the head of his cock. Sarah looked up at him and whispered, "That's right, I want him to hear what we are doing," then she went back down and continued sucking him. Like that morning David was so aroused he couldn't hold out for very long, and all too soon for his liking, he felt his balls responding to her loving. With a loud couple of groans he began to empty his load into her mouth. Sarah took the first spurt in her mouth, before lifting her head and swallowing it as she directed the next one onto her upper chest and neck, then the next one onto her breasts. Then she dipped her head back down and sucked the rest of his ejaculation into her mouth.

When he had completely finished, she raised her head to look at him, opening her mouth to show him the pool of his cum on her tongue. Putting the head of his cock back into her mouth, she nodded to him and indicated the door. Understanding what she meant, David called out "You may come in now John!"

John entered the room to the sight of his wife, naked except for her stockings and suspenders, kneeling between David's knees. His trousers and pants around his thighs and his rapidly deflating cock between her lips. Sarah looked up at him then pointed at the floor by the side of David's feet. John knelt down, his gaze fixed on David's cock in his wife's mouth. Sarah sucked as she drew back and there was a wet sounding 'plop' as her lips, almost reluctantly, released the head. She smiled up at David for a moment, then turning towards her husband; she pulled his head to her and fiercely kissed him, transferring David's cum from her mouth into his. It was not a loving kiss, she was emphasising his new position in their home. Feeding him David's cum, she was telling him that David was now rated above him in her affections. As she sat back, John swallowed what she had transferred to his mouth, accepting his new situation. 

Then Sarah kissed David's cock and looked up at him. "May he?" she said, indicating David's cock. David nodded. Looking at John, Sarah said, "You may clean off what David spurted on my breasts. Then you can kiss his cock, and suck any remaining cum I may have missed from him. Do not expect this to be a regular treat. He is going to be my lover, not yours. He is allowing you to do this tonight, but he is not gay and does not usually welcome advances from those who are. He is allowing this as a favour to me, because he loves me. Do you understand?

John nodded. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Sir."

"Good boy! You may as well know, after what you have told me about your extra-marital activities over the last year, I now consider you to be at least bi-sexual if not actively gay. Our marriage may continue, but it will never be the same as it was. You wanted me to take a lover and I warned you I could only consider having sex with someone I cared deeply about and that such feelings could easily escalate into love. We have not actually made love yet, I hope that is going to happen tomorrow night, but I am telling you now that I think I am already falling in love with David."

Sarah presented her breasts to John, who licked every trace of David's cum from them before bending towards his cock. Sarah lifted his, now soft cock for John to put it into his mouth. For almost a minute Sarah allowed him to suck it. Then she saw David was beginning to get hard again, so she said "That's enough!" 

John obediently dropped back to the kneeling position as Sarah kissed David on the lips, then bent to give his cock another kiss, sucking him into her mouth again for a second.. "Thank you," she said to him as she stood up.

Turning to John, she said "I think I now understand most of what happened last night at the social club. For the last year you have been having sexual relations with other men. Obviously I don't know if it was your intention, but last night I think your actions in that toilet led Mick to believe you were hoping to have sex with him. I don't know what led up to it, or what was said, but I am sure that it was more than just you taking a casual glance at his cock as he was having a pee. For him to assume you were not satisfying me sexually, something you have not yet told me about, must have been said. I still need to know what that was, and we will talk about that later."

"For one man to suck another man's cock, he is accepting a very submissive situation, and swallowing that mans semen totally confirms his submission. You have accepted David's cum from my mouth and licked it from my breasts. You swallowed that cum and you have also sucked David's cock. Therefore you have accepted you are now submissive to him as well as me."

"Tonight your statements and actions have made it plain you wish to accept a submissive role in our home as well, and that you want me to take a lover. I think you do still love me, in your way. Although you may not have thought it would all happen so quickly, the time scale for this change in our lives was not determined by either of us. Circumstances seem to have conspired to find me someone who loves me, and who I also care about, although it may seem contrived, it really is a coincidence that this should occur at the precise moment you unsuccessfully attempt to 'pick up' another man in some toilets. I will be surprised, in spite of Lorraine and I sorting out the mess you left, if your attempted 'pick up' at the club doesn't become common knowledge. I threatened Mick that any attempt to target either of us would result in an in depth investigation of his business dealings by every government department he might ever have come into contact with, but I still wouldn't put it past him to let drop to people he knows, that you are gay and attempted to pick him up in the toilets at the club, as the reason he no longer goes there. If that should happen, I will, if only to protect myself from every oversexed Romeo in the town who thinks he now has a chance to get into my knickers, make my relationship with David public as well." 

"If sucking a man off had only happened once, John, I might have been prepared to accept you had been forced, and male pride had kept you quiet about it having happened. To have done it a further four times since, tells me that while there may have been a 'forced' element that first time, since then you have been going out, actively seeking men with whom you could repeat the experience. I can only conclude from this that you like to suck men's cocks and your sexual orientation has moved from straight, if you ever were truly straight, to gay." 

"From now on, even though legally you are still my husband, your access to my body, any part of it, is solely at David's discretion. If he says you may touch, I may allow you to touch. If he says you may NOT touch ..... What does that mean?"




Working Relationship Ch. 10



"It means I am not allowed to touch you Mistress" he said softly.

"Good boy. You see, you are learning quite quickly. Your position in this house is now secondary to both me and David. Unless the circumstances change, for example, if your desires for other men become public knowledge, and everyone we know, friends and family become aware, everything will remain as it has been, but, no matter who else is present, wherever we are should I decide it is appropriate, you will immediately, without comment or complaint accept your position of total submission to me, no matter who else is present. Is that completely clear to you?"

"Yes Mistress!" he said. 

Sarah put her skirt back on and taking David's hand she drew him to his feet. "Pull David's pants and trousers up and fasten them for him John" she ordered. John did as he was told and as soon as David was fully dressed again, she led him into the hall. She looked at John and then, very deliberately, kissed David again. "I am so looking forward to tomorrow night" she said, "But I will see you before lunch to get the situation at work sorted out. Remember, it will all be new to you, so act surprised, but for goodness sake don't overdo it or Janet will smell a rat. She is a very bright lady and we want to keep her on our side, so we need to convince her that the story I am giving out is the truth. We don't want her guessing anything else is going on. I will try to manufacture a few tears for her benefit, so a quick, comforting hug wouldn't be out of place, but that's all. I will explain to John what is going to happen tomorrow."

Taking her jacket from the hanger she slipped it on and buttoned it over her naked breasts, before opening the front door. She discreetly squeezed David's hand, before putting her arm round John. "Shake his hand John" she said, "He is a friend who is leaving to go home, and I saw the bedroom curtains across the road move slightly, so 'The Nose' is watching."

John held out his hand and David shook it.

"What are you going to say to him John?" said Sarah.

John looked surprised, but said, "Thank you for taking Sarah out tonight sir, and for being so ... understanding about my situation. I don't know how tonight would have gone, if she hadn't had you to support her."

Sarah rested her head on John's shoulder, "That's a good boy, I am sure in time this will become second nature and I won't have to remind you."

David walked down the path to his car, got in and drove away. Sarah and John watched him go then stepping back inside, closed the door.

"You may get ready for bed now John" said Sarah. "I am going to make a hot drink for us both and I will bring them up to the spare room. You had better make up your mind to tell me everything, because I am now going to require some more answers, and I want to know the whole truth. For years it seems to me, my life has been based around lies and deceit. That is going to change because from this moment on I will accept no more lies."



Working Relationship Ch. 11



John was in the spare room wearing a nightdress and a pair of her panties when Sarah entered. He had been sitting on the bed, waiting for her but as soon as she opened the door he stood up. He looked a little ashamed, like a little boy caught doing something naughty, as if being caught wearing her things would get him into trouble. Sarah put the drinks down on the bedside table without commenting on how he was dressed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

"You may sit down" she said, "I will be back in a moment."

Sarah returned to her room and collected the paddle, which she was pleased to see, was exactly where she had left it after she had spanked him earlier. Just as she was about to return to the spare room a thought came to her and she went into the bathroom. Opening the clothes basket she took out the panties and tights she had been wearing earlier when she had visited Lorraine, and took them with her back into John's room. She laid them and the paddle on the bed next to him.

"I sincerely hope I am not going to need these" she said as she put them down, "But I fully intend to know the whole truth about what you have been getting up to and also, what went on in those club toilets last night. Unless I am convinced you have told me everything I will apply this 'corrector' until I am sure you have held nothing back. I am quite sure this will cause you more than a little discomfort, so it is quite likely you are going to make a certain amount of noise while I am 'correcting any mistakes' made in your story. If that should happen I will muffle that noise, using these, just like I said earlier. Now, are you ready to tell me what really happened, or do we have to start this conversation with me warming your bottom?"

"I will tell you everything Mistress" he said. 

"Very well! Now, you said that what happened, in the toilets at that gay club, was your first time. You see I find it very hard to believe that anyone, especially in a club like that, would force another club member, to commit a sexual act against their will. Something in your story just doesn't add up. I understand that you might have not wanted to confess everything earlier in front of David, so now it's just between you and me. I want the whole truth and I am going to get it, one way or the other." 

"We are civilised people and I hope we can continue to be so, but you are now going to explain exactly what has been going on behind my back. You will get one warning that I think you are hiding something and you will then have the opportunity to correct what you have just said. Another 'mistake' and you will kneel over the foot of the bed, nightdress raised and panties down, to continue what you are telling me. I would suggest that correcting what you have just told me might be a good idea at that moment, because if, after those two warnings, I think you are still either lying or hiding something, I will not give you a third warning but I promise you that you will know that I do not believe you. Do you understand me?"

"I understand Mistress."

"I am glad I have made myself clear. Now, I want the truth. You told us a story, earlier, which I am inclined to believe has some elements of the truth in it. Things you said downstairs you may now change, in order to correct any 'mistakes' you may have made in its initial telling. This is a onetime only offer, in order to correct any errors you may have made in the first version of the story so make sure you correct them all. Any 'mistakes' in anything new that you tell me now in this room, or in the future, will not be tolerated. You may now begin, and you will start from when you first spoke with your new 'friend'."

John thought for a moment about what he was about to say. Although he hadn't minded when Sarah had spanked him in their room earlier, he was not in a hurry to discover how much harder the strokes might be if she caught him in a lie.

"He came up to me when I was sitting with a drink in the bar" he said. "He asked if he could sit with me, and I said he could. Then he asked if I came to the club a lot, as he had seen me there a couple of times but I was always on my own. Although he was dressed in ladies clothes and was wearing full make-up, he was obviously a man, although I did think he looked nice. We had been chatting for about fifteen minutes before I plucked up the courage to ask where he bought his clothes and what it was like to go out in public dressed in them. He asked me if I ever wore ladies clothes in private and I said I had, although only pieces of my wife's underwear that I borrowed from the wash basket. Then he asked if I wanted to see the lingerie he was wearing. I said I would like to, so he said I should follow him into the toilets and he would show me. Once there he said we should go into one of the cubicles, where it would be more private. After that it was much as I told you."

"Everything John!" Sarah said, "I am through with gently coaxing it out of you. If I have to remind you again you will be kneeling over the bed while you continue, and should it happen again, it will be painful. Now go on."

John looked down at the floor feeling like a naughty boy in front of the headmistress in school. "Inside the cubicle he told me to take my trousers and pants down and take off my shirt. When I had undressed as he wanted, he lifted his dress up to let me look at his panties. He was wearing a suspender belt and stockings too, which, as you know I have always liked. He seemed to know more about what I wanted than I did and told me to touch his stockings and follow the suspenders up to stroke him through his panties. That was when I first touched his ....... " He couldn't bring himself to actually say the word.

"When you first touched his cock, John! There is no need to be shy about it. You have been having sex with another man. You have already admitted that. After talking to a man, in a Gay Club, for less than half an hour, you went with him into the toilets and undressed for him. What did you expect was going to happen next? You not only touched his cock, you gave him a blow job, you sucked him off, call it whatever you want. You performed oral sex on him and swallowed his semen when he came in your mouth. Obviously you touched his cock."

"Now I want you to explain to me how exactly he 'forced' you to take his cock into your mouth. I mean, it isn't something a truly straight man would have done, is it? Anyway, if he forced you, he would have been taking a huge risk because if any man forced me to take his penis into my mouth, I can assure you he would have been very, very sorry as soon as the head got past my teeth and I was holding his balls."

"You're right of course, he didn't force me. He told me to take his panties down and, as I was holding his cock and stroking it, he moved forward and said 'It's all right, you can suck it, you know you want to'. That was when I put it into my mouth," said John looking at the floor.

"Did you cum yourself while you were sucking him, or afterwards?"

John couldn't look at her. "I came when he was spurting in my mouth." 

"So you were masturbating while you sucked him. Why didn't you say that before?" asked Sarah.

"I was too ashamed to admit, in front of David, that I came as well" John replied, "But I didn't masturbate. One of my hands was holding his cock and the other was massaging his testicles. When I felt he was about to cum I put my arms around him and held him to me so he would cum in my mouth and it just happened." 

"Oh My Goodness!" said Sarah. "So you are now admitting you wanted him to cum in your mouth and when he did, it brought you to a climax too. You must have really enjoyed sucking him. The story is making more sense now! I don't like it, but I can believe it."

"What I still can't believe is that we have been married almost ten years and in all that time I never suspected you had this desire for other men. I can only assume that you have been keeping it secret your whole life. Joining a 'Gay Club' is not something any 'Straight' man would consider. It is a place where gay men go to meet and be with other gay men, I assume these meetings revolve around a shared need for sex. David tells me that not all men who wear ladies clothes are gay, but because it is 'different' and seen as a 'celebration of their feminine side' they tend to get pushed towards the gay community who also have 'different' desires."

"Now, you said there were four other times you have done this. Were they all with the same man?" 

John couldn't look at her and replied almost in a whisper "There have been four other men, Mistress."

Sarah's heart seemed to lurch in her breast. "So the 'four other times' you admitted to downstairs is another 'mistake' you need to correct?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Well you had better get on with correcting it, because I am beginning to think that there are far too many of these 'mistakes' and my patience with you is wearing extremely thin. You are now telling me that in the last year, you have had oral sex with a total of five different men. Is that correct?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Is that everything? How many times, in total, have you done this?"

John didn't speak for several seconds, but then he said "Eleven times, Mistress, but I have also been used anally twice. One of the men wanted that as well as the oral which was really all that I wanted to do."

Sarah sat, quietly thinking, for a long time, taking in this new information. Then she spoke. "So, you have had quite a busy year, haven't you? You are now telling me in the last year you have sucked to completion, five different men, a total of eleven times. I assume you swallowed their semen when they came? In addition to that you have been .... Fucked in the arse, twice, by one of these men! Although you claim you didn't want this, you obviously must have enjoyed being with him if you went back a second time, and all this time you were also maintaining a normal, heterosexual sexual relationship with me?"

John kept his eyes down as he replied "Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress."

"NO YOU ARE NOT!" Sarah almost shouted at him. "You are only sorry that you have been found out! You had absolutely no intention of telling me about your activities. If David hadn't told me about seeing you at that club, you would have continued as you have been doing for the last year, so don't you DARE try to tell me you are sorry." 

"Why you thought you could spout the load of rubbish you did downstairs, and I would just accept it, is completely beyond me. Did you think I had suddenly become stupid? Perhaps, because I married you not realising you were gay, and you have managed to keep it from me for all these years, you think I have always been stupid. I know it has taken me a long time to realise that you wanted me to take a lover, but that isn't something that happens in any normal married relationship, which is what I thought we had. Did you think that if I had a normal, heterosexual man, to take care of my sexual needs, you would be free to follow your own path and continue to have sex with other men? I just knew something wasn't right in our marriage and I was looking for anything which could explain the many things that just didn't seem to make sense. They didn't fit anything I could think of, but then; this wasn't something I had even considered until today." 

Sarah picked up her cup and took a much needed drink, while she took a hold of her emotions again and calmed down. She was in danger of letting her anger at him to take over but she knew that wasn't going to help this situation. After a few minutes she was feeling calm enough to continue.

"I told you that the timing of what has occurred between David and myself, is a coincidence. I understand that you may be finding that hard to accept, but I assure you, it is true. Yes, I have for some time had some feelings for him, but those were only that I thought he was a well mannered, polite, considerate.... and I admit, rather handsome young man. Our relationship before all of this happened today has been completely professional and I never at any time thought it would ever be anything else."

"When I went into work this morning David was already there and was in the process of clearing his desk. He was going to resign from the firm and he called me into his office to explain why. When I handed him his camera, he asked me if I had seen the pictures on it. I said I had. He then asked me, because of the working relationship we had shared, if I would allow him to resign with dignity? He knew that if I took that camera to H.R and showed them the picture of me on it, he would be sacked on the spot. I had already made the decision that I would not take the pictures to H.R and I told him this. I also told him that I did not want him to resign. It was only when I then questioned why he had taken and kept that picture of me that he confessed his feelings for me. Until then I had no idea he felt like that about me. He had never given me any indication that he thought of me with anything other than respect for me as a person and as his Personal Assistant."

"It was something completely unconnected with you, that David said which connected with some things which had puzzled me for a long time. That led me to put them together and it seemed to point to you wanting me to take control over both of our lives. Looking this situation up on the internet, I found it is referred to as a 'Female Led Relationship'. At first I thought that was it, but some things still didn't add up. The revealing clothes you bought for me to wear and the suggestions you made, that I wear them in public. Also, several times you have suggested I go out without either a bra, or panties on. Twice, as I remember, you have asked me to go out without any underwear on at all and as you know, once, just to please you, I did do that. The constant pointing out of other men, suggesting I might find them attractive, and that contact magazine you bought and left where I would see it. When all that was added into this mix, I realised there still had to be something else going on. I then added 'involving other men' to the F.L.R search, it brought up the terms 'HotWife' and 'Cuckold'. I didn't even know what these terms meant, but when I looked on just one site, which was by someone who claimed to be a 'HotWife', I must admit, I freaked out. I must have scared David half to death, but I blamed it on a nasty text message and said I hadn't had any breakfast so I must have fainted."

"That was what led David to contact Mr Macintosh who authorised him to take time out of work to take me to a nearby cafe, where he sat me down with coffee and a full breakfast while we talked. He had picked up my phone which I had dropped and had seen the site I was looking at. He thought it was because of his confession of love I had been looking at it and had freaked out. That was when I decided to explain to him my concern over what was happening in our marriage. He told me that if my fears were true, it was not a unique situation, although it isn't exactly a common one. He showed me some other sites that talked about this and showed me a lot of pictures from them. The more I saw the more I was convinced this was the only scenario that fitted everything I had been concerned about."

"I want to make this clear. At no time did David try to lead or guide me to the conclusions I came to. Although he had already told me he was in love with me, he did not at any time suggest any of the courses of action I then followed. He cleared the time out of work with the M.D, who very kindly told him to stay with me as long as he thought I needed someone. He brought me home and at my request, left me here at the front door. He did not come in, he went back to work. When I wrote that email on our computer I was alone in this house. In that email I tried to make you realise the seriousness of what I was afraid you wanted. I did everything I could to make you step away from this. That you didn't has convinced me that this must be a long held desire of yours, so it was for you, not me, that I responded as I did and went along with what you wanted. This evening's dinner with David, which I had already phoned you about before any of this happened, was going to be purely for us to try and sort out if, following his declaration of love; we could continue to work together. Your actions when you came home tonight were what changed that agenda from discussing a purely work situation to us talking about the possibility of a personal relationship between us as well."

"The first time David knew what was in that email was when I showed it to him when we came home from our dinner date. I had talked to him about what you wanted and it was me who made the suggestion that a sexual relationship between us might also now be possible. We did stop on our way home and kissed and cuddled for about forty minutes. He did touch and caress my breasts during this cuddling, with my full consent, in fact, I undid my jacket and blouse and it was me who guided his hand inside my blouse so that he could touch my bare breasts. I want you to know that at all times he has acted like a perfect gentleman. Without the support he has given me and has promised to continue to provide, I don't think I would be taking this anywhere near as calmly as I am."

"I now want to know what led up to that confrontation with Mick last night. Had you, at some time, given him any reason to believe his attentions might be welcomed by me? When he asked me to dance that night at the club, had you dropped hints that I might be receptive to an approach by him? Is that why he kept groping my bottom and asked me to go outside with him?" 

John looked into Sarah's eyes. "No, that was just Mick being Mick. It was when we were talking in the club a couple of weeks after that dance, that he first began to say how much he liked you and to suggest that he would like to see you again."

"So when he asked me to dance" said Sarah, "And he kept inserting his knee between my legs and rubbing himself against me, you didn't know what he was doing and you hadn't suggested to him that you wouldn't object if he had sex with me? You hadn't suggested that if he could get me to agree, he had your blessing to go to bed with me?" 

"No! I would never have done that" said John.

"I am very glad to hear that, because if I thought you had, I am telling you now that our marriage would be over. David has told me to take tomorrow off and come back to work on Monday. If I thought for one moment that you had actually tried to 'set me up' with that disgusting piece of rubbish, the first thing I would have done tomorrow morning would be to consult a solicitor to ask for a divorce. To ensure it happened as speedily as possible I would have cited your homosexual affairs as proof of the 'Irreconcilable Breakdown' of our marriage."

"So, how did last night's 'confrontation' begin? What happened to start all that off? I know it kicked off in the toilets and that Bill had to come in and separate you. I got that much from Bill, when I talked to him this afternoon. I think he is in trouble from Lorraine, for not having told her that the trouble in the club he mentioned to her involved her friend's husband, but I am sure they will sort that out. Lorraine and I went round to Mick's home and I had a word with his wife. I made it very plain to her that I found Mick's attentions unwelcome, and the steps I would take if they continued. He was there and suggested that maybe Lorraine might want to play, but she left him in absolutely no doubt that she wasn't interested either. He will be formally barred from the club tomorrow night at the committee meeting, so you will not see him there again. So! What happened? I am waiting and this time I want the whole truth."




Working Relationship Ch. 11



"He was bragging that he had been having sex with a woman he was doing some work for" said John. "He showed us some pictures of her that he had taken. Then he said that her husband not only knew he was having sex with her, Mick said it turned him on that she was being fucked by someone with such a big cock and he liked to be in the room to watch while Mick shagged her. I suggested that she was nothing more than a prostitute. She was paying for the building work by having sex with the builder, but Mick laughed at that. He said if anyone was the prostitute it was him, because the job was paid for in full and the woman's husband gave him a nice bonus for having kept his wife so happy. He said the woman still phoned him occasionally to ask him to pop round because there was 'something she needed him to apply his special talents to'. He said her husband was usually there to watch, but sometimes she called him when her husband was at work because she thought it was more intimate if they were alone."

"The thought of you being with another man does turn me on quite a lot and Mick saw that I had an erection. I excused myself and went into the toilets, hoping to calm down a bit, but he followed me in there. I was standing at the urinal trying to pee, which isn't easy with an erection. He winked at me and said that he liked you a lot and was sure you had something that needed the services of a 'good builder' like him to take care of. That was when he said he could see I liked the idea of someone watching someone else fuck my wife. He said he would be only too happy to fuck you for me while I watched. Then he referred to you as 'a sexy bitch' and made the other statements I told you about last night. I wasn't trying to 'pick him up', honestly, although I admit seeing the size of his cock did cause something of a flutter inside me." 

Sarah was silent for a moment, then she said "So, Let me get this right. For at least three years you have fantasised about being submissive to me, and me having sex with another man. I must assume that these desires have not just suddenly appeared, but you have wanted to have sex with other men for longer than the one year you say you have been doing it. When did you first realise you had these desires John?"

John was unable to meet her eyes. "I think I first realised I had these feelings when I was about 18, but I tried to deny them" he replied. "Joining that club was the first time I really admitted that I was actually bi-sexual and my focus was becoming more and more towards being gay."

"When we accidentally went into that bar on the South Coast, and you realised it was a Gay Bar. Was that why you were in such a hurry to get out of there?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, I saw two men kissing and I knew then that it was what I wanted. I think I have always had a desire to dress in ladies clothes and I thought this thing about other men was just a part of that. When I saw those men, doing that so openly, I knew then I wanted to be like them and I think that scared me, so I ran from it."

"But it wouldn't go away would it?" Said Sarah. John shook his head. 

"But that 'Gay Bar' incident happened over three years ago John, and you bought the first ankle chain for me the summer before that. Keeping in mind what I said about Lies, Mistakes and Omissions, do you not think you should review the time frame involved here? I think we should start from when you bought me that ankle chain, don't you? In case you thought, because of the relaxed nature of this talk so far, you were no longer under the directive, made at the start of this discussion, I would like to point out that this is your First warning and it is for attempting to mislead me. I remind you that the next one will be your last. Continue!"

John thought back, trying to remember exactly when these things happened. He knew Sarah had a much better memory than he did for what had happened and when, so he knew he had to get this right. He decided in that moment it would be much safer to 'come clean' than risk Sarah finding more inconsistencies in his story.

"I am sorry" he said, "I had forgotten it was so long ago that I bought you that ankle chain. When I bought that I had been thinking about buying an anklet for you for some time. I first heard of the significance of them when I used to go to watch 'United' at their home games and a group of us were having a drink before the game. There was a lady in the pub who was wearing one and one of the lads said about it. I knew I couldn't tell you what wearing an anklet meant, but when I saw a range of chains in a jewellers shop window while we were away on holiday, I decided to buy one for you. The jeweller had a smirk on his face when he cut the length needed and fixed the clasps onto the ends. The engraved disc I bought at the same time. Then before I plucked up courage to tell you what the significance of where they are worn is, that man approached you and you came back to the hotel, blazing mad at me for having bought you something which, you said, marked you out as little better than a slut. After that I never dared to show the disc to you." 

"Thank goodness for one thing" said Sarah, "At least you didn't get it engraved around here. So, if you bought that disc with the chain, you must have been thinking about me meeting with other men for sex for about four or five years now?"

"Yes. It must be that long. It was after that I began to try and visualise the kind of man you might like, and that led to me thinking about seeing you with him. I then found I was spending more time wondering about his penis, and what it would be like. Then we went into that bar and the whole emphasis of my desires changed. It really scared me, because it was the first time I really accepted it was what I wanted. I must have fought against it for almost a year, before I plucked up courage to go into town and seek out that club. I had seen an advertisement for it in a local paper in the personal column. The address turned out to be a single door down a side street and I think it was the scariest thing I have ever done, ringing that doorbell. A hatch in the door opened and I asked if this was 'Clarence's'. The man asked if I had been before and I just said 'No, but I saw your advert in the paper'. He opened the door and I stepped inside. He closed the door behind me then he told me to sign in. He gave me a sheet with the club rules printed on it, and directed me down a flight of stairs to the bar. Everyone seemed friendly, but I didn't stay very long, just over an hour. It was really a very nice place. Comfortable, well ventilated, the drinks were not hugely expensive and nobody bothered me. I was afraid when I went that I would be molested by predatory gays, but everyone was quietly chatting, much the same as in any other club. Then an older man came and sat beside me and started to talk to me. It turned out he was the owner, and he was very nice. He didn't ask about my sexual preferences at all, just 'how did I hear about Clarence's, and what did I think of the place, that sort of thing. I told him that this was all very new to me. He then asked if I was aware that this was a Gay Club, and I said I was. Then he asked if I was married and if my wife knew of these desires I had. I didn't really know what to say so I just said I was married. He smiled and said "Still in the closet then." I laughed at this and used a phrase I had heard, I think it was on TV, I said "So far back I am almost in Narnia". He laughed at this and told me I wasn't alone, many other members were in the same boat, or closet. I joined Clarence's that night, and have been going occasionally ever since."

"So you have been a member there for what, two years?" said Sarah.

"I think it's just over two years" said John.

"So you have been a member of this club for over two years. I think you might now want to re-assess, the time frame you have been meeting men for sex?" asked Sarah. "After all, from what you have said so far, for over two years you have been going to a gay club and you are asking me to believe you never interacted with anyone you met there until a year ago? Somehow I think this is rather unlikely and because of this, I am issuing your second and final warning. Nightdress up around your chest and knickers down around your knees, kneeling across the end of the bed..... NOW JOHN! Hesitation will bring you the first punishment stroke right now, so DO IT!"

John did as she ordered and knelt over the end of the bed. 

"Perhaps now you would like to continue" said Sarah pleasantly, "But before you move on, I am now interested in when you began to have sex with other men. At this point I suggest you stick to the truth, and it had better be believable, because I assure you, you will know instantly, if I don't believe you."

"It was about 18 months ago" John admitted, "With another member of the club. He invited me back to his flat for a drink and one thing led to another, and he sucked me. I didn't do anything to him, he just .........Aaaah! Oh My God! ......... No Sarah! ..... Please!"

"I think we should try that one again, don't you?" She said. "The next time you think I am joking about how I will inform you that I do not believe you, I suggest you bite the bedspread, because if you make that amount of noise again I will have to gag you. Now if you want to be able to sit comfortably at your desk tomorrow, I think it is time you realised that I am serious and you had better stop trying to lie your way out of this." 

"You have got away with your lies for this long because I didn't understand, until tonight, that the man I married ten years ago is a cheating, lying, homosexual cocksucker, who took me for a fool. Now! Did I miss anything out there? ..... No? ...... I didn't think I had. I think that sums up how, at this moment, I see you. You have got away with it up to now, but I promise you, that stops right here and right now!" 

"So! Would you like to reconsider that last answer now?"

"We kissed and cuddled for a while and then we sucked each other, Sarah."

"All right! Now, if he was your first 'gay friend', let's start with him and work forwards. How many times did you go with him to have sex?"

"Twice Sarah. It was only twice."

"All right! So how many other male sex partners have you had, in total, during the two years plus that you have been a member of that club?"

"Twelve. Ahhhhhh! .... Oh My God!..... That is the truth Sarah! ..... I swear it is!"

"Let me point out that although I warned you I would not allow any new lies, you have still continued to tell them. You are going to understand that I am no longer going to allow that. You repeated your earlier lie, with only a small change, the number of times became the number of partners. I allowed that change as a 'mistake' you wanted to correct, but now the number of sex partners has now gone up from four to twelve, plus the one you went with twice from that club. That is thirteen different male sex partners in the last two years, so the four partners you changed to from the four times, was obviously a new lie, wasn't it? Now! I want to know how many times in total have you had sex with men."

"I am not absolutely sure, but about twenty two, maybe twenty five times."

"That's better! You seem to be learning the new rules. You see, it's quite simple. If I believe you – That's fine. If I don't; if I think it is, or even might be another lie – It will hurt. That answer, by the way, I think was on the borderline, but on this occasion you got the benefit of the doubt. I don't suggest you rely on always getting that." 

"When did the incident you told us about with the cross dresser happen?"

"A year ago ....... Ohhh Shit! ....... Oh My God ........ No! ..... Six months ..... It was six months. Honestly Sarah it was just six months ago."

"I see. Just when I thought you were starting to understand our new relationship, you just had to try it again didn't you? The truth John! If you want to be able to sit down tomorrow with any degree of comfort, I just want the truth. You say you prefer to give oral to your partners, but how many times have you taken it in your arse?"

"Four times Mistress"

"Thank you John. I am glad to see you have at last remembered the proper way to address me. I have one last question for tonight. How many times have you had your cock in another man's arse?"

John was almost crying. "Twice Mistress!" 

"There now, I think I have heard enough for tonight, John. That is of course unless you have any more 'mistakes or omissions' you wish to correct while this 'one time only' concession is still in force?"

John shook his head.

"Very well! I want you to remember the lessons you have learned here tonight. I am not prepared to be lied to anymore. For at least half of our married life you have got away with telling me these lies and that is now over. You admit to having sex with thirteen different men, on at least twenty five occasions over the last two years. I am not convinced that is entirely true, but I did allow you the benefit of the doubt about that. I warn you now, your record of lies don't suggest to me that such leniency is deserved, so unless you have come to like being unable to sit down, I would recommend you stick strictly to the truth in future. If I catch you in a lie again John, I assure you tonight's 'introduction' to telling the truth will pale into insignificance."

"Six of those times have involved anal penetration, so although you say, oral is your preference, obviously anal is acceptable, both giving and receiving. This leaves at least nineteen times, including the one six months ago, that you have sucked other men off and swallowed their semen in a 24 month period." 

"The outright lies you told us downstairs I have let pass, because I had said that you could correct 'mistakes' without punishment. Remember though, that concession was a 'one time only' deal, so all future lies will be punished. Remember also, that tonight you have only received three strokes at 'punishment strength'. Your response to those strokes has told me that should I need to administer further punishments I will need to gag you before I begin, or you will wake the neighbours. You now know what a punishment stroke with my 'corrector' feels like. I hope I will not have cause to refresh your memory of that sensation, because I can always increase the amount of effort used when applying them, should I feel they have not been effective enough."

"You will now put yourself to bed, in here. Tomorrow I have things I need to do, so I will be using the car. I will take you to work and I will be there to collect you when you finish. I have a new mobile phone number which you will put into your mobile at breakfast, so you will be able to contact me should you need to during the day. I hope you now realise that both of our lives are going to be very different from now on. Remember, you are the one who started this, and it is only because of our marriage and the feelings I had for you, that I agreed to go along with it. I didn't realise then how much of a change this would be, or how much your desires had changed. Those changes are now the new reality of what our relationship has become." 

"I have no intention of even trying to go back to what our lives were before. I refuse to base my life on what I now realise was a web of lies and deceit, so either we go forward into whatever our marriage has now become, or we end it completely. Those are now the only alternatives that are open. I want you to think about that, John! At this moment I do not foresee any possibility of rekindling the relationship I thought we had. You will note I say that I thought we had. That relationship is over; it has been destroyed totally by your actions. I have to think about where I wish to go from here and I will inform you of that, when I have had time to consider my options. I will see you in the morning. Goodnight." 

As she closed the bedroom door behind her, in spite of the seriousness of the changes she was facing, Sarah couldn't prevent a small smile from crossing her face. Her apparent ability to know when John was lying wasn't because of some 'woman's intuition' or psychic ability. She had noticed, when he told a lie he had 'clenched his buttocks' expecting her to hit him, this basically told her he was lying. With the exception of that first stroke, which she had administered because she thought it unlikely the man who took him back to his flat had done things to him without John having reciprocated in some way. After that when he told a lie, he flinched expecting to be struck, so she struck him.

After visiting the bathroom Sarah went to bed. Tomorrow would be a long and important day for her future and she needed to be fresh and alert to ensure that she was in control of the direction it took. Hers and David's whole future depended on how she handled things at work, she couldn't afford to get this wrong.