My Husband’s Assistant


The flight back from Chicago was long, and I kept nodding off in the spacious first-class seat. I couldn’t imagine being comfortable enough to nod off crammed next to strangers in coach. Rank has its privileges. Usually, I busy myself with work during flights, but coming off three days of marathon marketing meetings, the last thing I felt like doing was cracking open my laptop.
My husband entered my dreams as I drifted in and out of sleep. He was top of mind as we’d had a huge fight before I left and hadn’t spoken since. Our relationship is stormy, but the makeup sex is incredible. Sometimes it feels like makeup sex is the only sex we have. We hadn’t had time for that before the Uber came to take me to the airport, leaving me a horny mess. The toy packed in my carry-on hadn’t gotten the job done. I’d been tempted to pick up a man in the hotel bar, but I wasn’t that angry with my husband. I dreamed of the intense, sometimes rough sex James and I shared after a fight, which left me heated by the time my flight landed. I planned on jumping James the moment we got into the house. If he was lucky, I wouldn’t even wait that long.
Unfortunately, I was used to waiting. Both James and I are in-demand professionals. We’re both in our forties and we skipped having kids because we thought we’d have these fabulous lives, but work has consumed us. It seems there is never time for our marriage. I’ve told James I’m ready to cut back, but all I ever get from him are vague promises. At forty-three, I need more.
I’ve considered that he’s cheating, but my ego doesn’t let me go there. Not only am I blessed with great genes — my mother looks like my sister — but I work hard to maintain what I’ve got. I take out all my frustration on the Peloton, riding that thing as hard as James should be riding me. The looks I get from men tell me I’ve still got it. I dress to show off my hard-earned figure. Always business appropriate, but the skirts are short to show off my long legs, the blouses the dresses tight enough to highlight my figure. In my favorite spiked heels, I’m almost as tall as my six-foot husband. I avoid the sun because of my pale, freckled Irish skin and I’ve been told I look ten years younger because of it. The occasional Botox injection stays my little secret.
The plane touched down and I slipped back into my heels. I’d gone to the airport straight from my last meeting of the day and was still dressed for business, not the athleisure I preferred for flying. I retrieved my efficiently-packed suitcase from the overhead and waited to deplane.
My flight was on time, but James was not in the pick-up area. I texted him but got no reply. After ten minutes I was fuming, any thoughts of makeup sex long gone. A small SUV pulled up to the curb with its flashers on and a handsome young man in a suit jumped out.
“Mrs. Slattery?” he meekly asked.
“Actually, it’s Ms. McKenna, but I think I’m whom you’re looking for,” I replied, annoyance boiling over to anger. Did James really send an overdressed Uber to fetch me from the airport?
“I’m Cade, your husband’s assistant. He got pulled into a last-minute meeting and asked me to pick you up and bring you home.” He must have been the anger in my eyes because he hastened to add, “The Belgian deal suddenly went south, and Mr. Slattery had to jump right on damage control. He wanted me to tell you how awful he felt about not being able to meet your plane.”
I pulled my phone from my purse and dialed James. It went straight to voicemail.
“Mr. Slattery is unreachable. He’s on an international call and left strict orders to not be disturbed. I’m sorry, Mrs. Slat… I mean, Ms. McKenna. He said he doesn’t care if the house is on fire. He cannot be disturbed.”
That sounded like James. I understood that things could come up for work, James leaving me waiting was just emblematic of what our marriage had become. He shoved the responsibility for picking me up from the airport off on his assistant. Was James willing to put all his husbandly duties off on young Cade? I was so frustrated I wanted to cry.
I went for my phone again. I’d show James about feeling awful. I flipped it open and Cade said, “That won’t do any good, Mrs. Slat — , I mean Ms. McKenna. Mr. Slattery’s locked in a meeting and left orders not to be disturbed for anything.” I knew from experience that when James said anything, he really meant anything. I swear, I was so frustrated I almost burst into tears, but instead, I let Cade take my carry-ons and lead me to baggage claim.
The long drive out to our house on the North Shore gave me plenty of time to contemplate the state of our marriage, and I wondered again if James was cheating. I knew he wasn’t sleeping with his assistant because men weren’t his thing, but I had no idea if James was truly in a meeting or holed up with some busty, ambitious intern at the downtown Lowes. I didn’t understand how the man who couldn’t keep his hands off me when we met sixteen years ago couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up from the airport now. We used to meet for lunchtime quickies. Was James doing without, or filling his lunchtimes with someone else?
Cade drove up the long driveway to our house and parked in front. He insisted on carrying my back inside and staying while I got the lights on because he said Mr. Slattery insisted he see me home safely. I had faith in our expensive home security system, but I let the young man see me inside. He thought making a good impression on the boss’s wife mattered. I wasn’t sure James cared what I thought anymore.
Cade drove up the long driveway to our house and insisted on carrying my bags inside for me. Besides, the young gentleman said he wouldn’t feel right letting me go into a dark house without making sure everything was okay. I thought our very expensive alarm system was protection enough, but I didn’t want to spoil the young man’s gallantry. I’m sure he was concerned about making a good impression on the boss’s wife.
I went through the house turning on lights, while Cade stood in the foyer. Hearing the echo of my clicking heels in the cavernous empty house made me realize I didn’t want to be alone and I offered Cade a drink before he took the long ride back to the city. He tried to decline, but I insisted. Cade stood by the huge windows overlooking the lakeshore while I poured out two bourbons from the bar.
“This is a great house, Ms. McKenna. The view is stunning,” Cade said. He’d picked a good night to visit. The huge moon reflected brightly on the glassy surface of the lake.
“We’re having a drink, Cade. You can call me Hannah,” I replied, handing Cade his drink. “James and I built the house four years ago. It’s everything we ever wanted.”
The lake house was everything I thought I wanted. I didn’t want to be there by myself. The giant house felt like a mausoleum now.
“It’s perfect, Hannah.” He sounded like he was trying my name in his mouth to see how it felt. “This is the life I want.”
“Ambitious. I like it. Listen to my husband and you’ll go far, Cade. But don’t lose sight of what’s truly important. Life is not about things.”
Cade and I sat close as we chatted. One bourbon turned to two. Cade offered the pour the third round. It was nice to talk to a man who seemed genuinely interested in my words. I talked all about my PR work and how gratifying it was to help launch a new product or save a career. Cade was a bright young man — a recent graduate from Fordham. I would have tried to steal him away to work for me if he hadn’t been so focused on making his fortune in finance, like my husband. He wanted to head his own VC firm one day.
As we chatted, his bright, inquisitive mind wasn’t the only thing I noticed about young Cade. He was handsome, with sharp, dark eyes, and thick black hair he’d styled back to his scalp. It looked like he was fit under that suit, and I wondered if he found time to hit the gym while being at James’ beck and call. It was late in the evening, and five o’clock shadow added a rugged quality to his handsomeness.
Cade noticed me too. I know when a man is looking at me. He thought he was smooth, but I caught when his eyes strayed down to the hint of cleavage exposed by my blouse. Perhaps I began leaning in when I spoke to give him a better look. Cade’s attention also fixed where my slate gray skirt had ridden up on my thighs, exposing peeks at the lacy tops of my stockings. The thigh highs had been meant to be a surprise for my husband, but Cade was the one admiring them now.
Warmth flushed through me, and it wasn’t due to the bourbon. I quite enjoyed the attention of my husband’s twentysomething assistant. I know men still find me attractive but having such a young man looking at me like that, alone in my own home while we were sharing drinks, worked an unexpected magic on me. Heat flared between my thighs. I shamelessly flirted with Cade, smiling more and finding excuses to touch his arm as we chatted. It emboldened him. Cade didn’t hide his interest but smiled when I caught him looking as I shifted on the couch and re-crossed my legs. He reached down and fingered the lace atop my stocking.
“Do you like thigh highs?” I asked.
“I don’t know a lot of girls — uh, I mean women — my age who get so dressed up.”
“That’s a shame. I find men appreciate when you put in the effort.”
“Oh, we do. I appreciate it, Hannah.”
I’d like to blame what followed on the bourbon, but I was furious with my husband and Cade’s attention was intoxicating. I simply wanted him. I took Cade’s glass from his hand and placed it on the end table behind him, pressing my breasts against him. He had the grace to look confused when I locked my eyes on his and touched his stubbled cheek. I was his boss’s wife, after all. But he wasn’t confused when I kissed him. Cade reached for me and crushed me against him.
Everything that followed came in a passionate rush. I unbuttoned and shucked my blouse, while Cade lost his jacket. I wrestled his tie away and almost ripped the buttons off his shirt trying to get it off of him.
I was kissing Cade, nibbling his neck, and then kissing him again, like I was trying to consume him but couldn’t decide what I wanted first. His hand slid over the tops of my stockings to my smooth, heated thighs. My soaked panties clung to me when he touched them. I hissed affirmation in his ear as his fingers pressed to me, the sweet pressure driving me crazy. Cade massaged my pussy and my legs parted as wide as my tight skirt allowed.
Cade must have thought I was a crazed, horny middle-aged woman. I was so worked up from my dreams on the plane and the anticipation of makeup sex with my husband that I was all over him. I didn’t need any foreplay. I wanted Cade inside me.
I was already so wet, so horny, that I didn’t need much in the way of foreplay. I fumbled with his belt and zipper, while he pushed the camisole from my shoulders. He massaged my breasts through the filmy, lacy cups of my ivory Coco De Mer demi bra. He wiggled his butt so I could get his pants and boxers down and I got a nice surprise. A nice, large surprise. Cade was larger than my husband. Much larger. He wasn’t overly long, but oh so nice and thick. I could hardly get my slender fingers around him. I suddenly ached to know what he would feel like inside me.
Even as I struggled out of my panties, I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. I was never that kind of girl. I play hard, but I play by the rules. It was time to throw out the rule book. I was going to fuck my husband’s young assistant right on our living room couch. The utter sluttiness of it was so delicious.
Cade was more than willing to follow my lead. I straddled him with my skirt up around my hips and teased my dripping snatch with his thick, flared head. He groaned through gritted teeth. He wanted me. Cade’s eyes were pleading with me to fuck him. I slowly settled down on that thick shaft. I was soaked, but I still needed to adjust to his wonderful girth. A low moan rumbled from deep in my chest as I ground on him, his base spreading my lips. The tremors were already starting in my core. I was close to climax just from taking Cade inside me. I’ll admit I can have kind of a hair-trigger on coming since I’ve hit my forties, but that was ridiculous.
After many months of being trapped in a stale marriage and enduring a husband more interested in going down to the office than going down on me, Cade was just what I needed. The morality of adultery didn’t even enter into it. That thick, young cock throbbing inside of me — the first new cock I’d had in almost twenty years — was all I cared about.
I kept a knee on the couch and planted a foot on the floor. I’d just been working Cade with my velvet sleeve as I ground on him and he already looked as if he was going to pass out, but it was time for the main event. I went up, felt his tip quivering against my lips, he was just about to slip out of me, then plunged back down onto his shaft. Cade moaned, which I matched with a gasp of my own. We fell into an easy rhythm, but I just couldn’t hold back and go slow. He was just as eager as I was. He’d been teasing my nipples through my bra, but Cade slid his hands to my hips to guide me. He was ready to fuck. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, and he pulled me, fucking my body up and down on him. Cade thrust up off the couch to pound into me. My flaming hair fell from the messy up-do I’d twisted it into earlier and cascaded down my back as I rode him.
The waves lapping inside me started small, but soon a tsunami built inside me and I threw my head back, crying up at the cathedral ceiling. The orgasm roared through me and my pussy clamped down on him as Cade pulled me up and down on his cock.
“Hannah…Hannah…fuck…”
Cade shivered and jammed me down onto his spike and I felt his hot young seed pulsing up into my unprotected, married pussy. I hadn’t even thought about protection, but I didn’t care. I loved feeling him filling me. I snuggled down into him, and Cade wrapped his arms around me. It felt so good to be held. I couldn’t remember the last time James held me like that. Probably the last time he made me come so easily.
At first, the waves lapping at my pussy were small, but they built, like a rising tide. When I reached to touch my clit, that brought the waves crashing and I came wildly as my keening wails rang out through the quiet, empty house. Cade did not allow me to slow down, keeping his grip on my hips and soon his wailing joined my own. He called out my name, “Hannah, oh Hannah,” and without warning he burst inside me, filling me with his boiling seed. I just kept coming and coming while he filled me.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it couldn’t last forever. I pushed back from him with a sigh. His spent cock had still been nestled inside me, but it finally slipped out and I felt the loss. He began to leak from me.
“We can’t stay like this all night, Cade. I have no idea when James will be home.”
Cade smiled. “Mr. Slattery said to tell you not to expect him. They’ll be going all night to save this deal.” He brushed the hair back from my face and I wished I could bottle the way he looked at me. What did he think of my laugh lines, I wondered. Girls his age didn’t have those. “I guess your mine all night.”
“That’s presumptuous,” I replied, returning his smile.
“Every time I see your picture on Mr. Slattery’s desk, I wonder how he spends so much time working. I’d never be away from you, Hannah. You’re the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that so? You know I’m almost old enough to be your, uhm, older sister.”
“Or hot aunt,” he suggested.
“I guess so,” I replied, making a face. Hot aunt?
Cade pulled me into another kiss. This one was slow and sensual like he really wanted to enjoy it, not like the frenzied first time we kissed. I kissed him with all the passion that had been missing from my marriage. I wasn’t ready to give Cade up yet.
I slipped off his lap and pulled Cade to his feet. He kicked out of his pants completely and followed me up to the master bedroom. I sat Cade at the foot of our huge bed and stripped for him. I pulled off the camisole that hung from my waist and unzipped my skirt, bending deep to give me a long look at my ass as I shimmied out of it. My breasts tumbled into view when I unhooked my bra. Cade was transfixed. I can’t be humble. I have amazing tits. James used to describe me as a real-life Jessica Rabbit when we met. I think he was shocked that I had a brain too. I plant a foot on the edge of the bed, between his legs, to roll down a stocking.
“Leave them on. The heels too,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, giving a mock salute.
Cade held my waist and sucked each of my nipples in turn, drawing them to diamond hardness. The sweet teasing had me trembling and whimpering. When he had me squirming on my feet, Cade slithered his tongue down my belly, lapping just above my neatly trimmed pussy.
Suddenly, Cade stood, swept me off my feet, and deposited me on my bed. He spread my legs and kissed and sucked his way up my inner thighs. God, he moved slowly. I wanted him higher, wanted to feel his tongue on my pussy. I was gushing. I couldn’t wait to feel his tongue on me, and I couldn’t believe he was doing it. James would never go down on me after he came inside me. Cade wasn’t at all deterred. His tongue flicked at me with rapier quick thrusts, finding all of my hot spots. He pushed my thighs further apart and buried his face in my pussy, drinking deeply of me. My hips bucked at him, and he struggled to control me, but Cade never lost focus.
I nearly clawed the sheets off the bed as I came. I trembled and twisted as Cade made me come over and over, his merciless tongue unceasing. He didn’t stop until I begged for a respite. I was still a quivering mess trying to catch my breath when Cade moved onto the bed with me. I tasted our union when he kissed me. When I grasped him, he was already thick and pulsing again. God bless youthful vigor! Even when James does want it, he’s never good for more than once a night anymore. I slid down to reward him for his stamina, but Cade stopped me, keeping me beside him.
“Not now, Hannah. I want to be inside you.”
Cade pushed me onto my back and pressed my legs hard against my chest, crushing my breasts with my thighs. He held my stocking-clad calves as he slid into me again. I still gasped at his thickness, but he slipped right inside. Cade showed off his control, slowing taking me with long, deep strokes, taking his time to stretch me open. He was truly enjoying my pussy. I clawed at his hips, trying to pull him into me. It was an exquisite tease. I was ready to beg Cade to pound me. Sensing my desperation, he picked it up, thrusting with his powerful young hips, rapidly filling me. My snatch squished around him.
“Ohh god…harder baby…harder…god please…don’t stop…”
Cade smirked, the façade of my husband’s polite assistant fully slipping away. It made me want him more.
“You love that cock, don’t you?”
“Yeah…yeah…”
“You need this young cock, don’t you Hannah?”
“Yeah…yeah…oh god I need it…harder baby…please…”
“Wanted to fuck you forever Hannah…”
“Fuck me…fuck me Cade…”
Cade pulled out and losing his cock was a gut punch. “Please don’t stop,” I whimpered breathlessly.
“I’m not stopping, Hannah,” Cade said, rolling me onto my hands and knees. “I just wanted to be able to see that great ass of yours.”
God, he seemed to know exactly what I needed. I wonder if he’d been with older women before. He made me feel so sexy, so desired. James never fucked me like that before. Cade plunged into me again, grabbing handfuls of my ass, plowing my pussy even harder than before. I hung my head and tried thrusting back at him, but I came so fast and hard that I lost all control. My pussy spasmed and clutched at his cock, but Cade never missed a beat. He fucked me harder as I came. His stamina was incredible.
Cade pulled out and I felt my own juices dripping from me. I didn’t know I could be so soaked. I thought he was going to let me catch my breath, but Cade had other plans. His fingers dipped into me and then he spread my cheeks, rubbing my juices into my rosebud.
“Cade, baby, what are you…”
He didn’t slow down to discuss it. Cade pushed two fingers right up into my asshole. It hurt. I wasn’t ready to be spread like that. But he made more of my natural lube and my ass opened to accept his fingers. I buried my face in the mattress and willed myself to relax. I was unsure about this. I hadn’t had anal sex since college, and it had hurt then. I only did it because my boyfriend begged for it. I liked that it felt so dirty, but I don’t know if I enjoyed it at all. But I didn’t want to tell Cade no. He’d made me feel so good that I wanted him to use me as he pleased. I’d never felt so submissive to a lover, but I liked the feeling. I also knew this was what younger, single people did now, and I didn’t want to be the old, married stick in the mud.
My ass relaxed and I felt a pleasant tingle back there. Cade returned his cock to my pussy for a few strokes while he fingered my ass. I’d never been so full. God, it was incredible. It made me wish he’d been fingering my ass all night. Before I could come again, Cade pulled out and pressed his blunt head to my rosebud.
“Remember, just breathe, Hannah,” he said, soothingly rubbing my ass.
I tried, but it was hard. His cock was so much thicker than his fingers. It felt like Cade was going to rip me in two. He kept pressing and I gritted my teeth. He felt me tensing and ordered me to rub my pussy. My fingers found my slick clit, and that changed everything. As soon as I had that little nub buzzing, the pleasure and pain mixed into a heady cocktail that had me seeing stars.
Cade took it slow, but steady. He let me adjust, but once I was relaxed around him he started fucking. It still hurt, but I loved the pain mixed with the pleasure. Halfway through, the stinging in my anal chute turned to tingling, and I was peaking again.
“Knew you’d like it, Hannah. This ass is too sweet not to tap,” he growled, moving faster.
Cade gathered my fiery hair in his fist, jerking my head back, riding me like a bronco. He did bring out the animal in me. I would have whinnied if he’d wanted me to.
“Ahh…yeah…oh god…yeah…Cade…yeah…”
“Your ass is fucking incredible, Hannah. Ohh fuck…”
“Ahh…fuck…fuck my ass…Cade…ohh god…”
Cade came first this time, fully embedding himself up my ass and spurting his load into my bowels. That triggered my own orgasm and I shrieked, coming so hard I thought I might blackout. I didn’t know I could come so hard. Where had this young man been all my life? My rosebud squeezed him until I had every last drop. Cade slowly pulled out and I felt I was gaping open back there, his seed leaking from my stretched hole. We both fell onto the bed and I passed out in seconds.
I awoke in Cade’s arms with the sun streaming through the bedroom window. When I realized it wasn’t my husband’s nude body against me, I panicked, confused. When I remembered all that happened the night before, I panicked more. It wasn’t so much that I’d cheated, I could deal with the guilt of that, but that I’d been stupid enough to do it with my husband’s assistant. I am not usually a stupid woman.
Cade stirred and began touching me and my panic slipped away. I rolled onto my back and accepted him and we gazed into each other’s eyes as he slowly took me. We kissed and cooed to each other. It was so much like making love that I almost slipped and said the words. Luckily, Cade made me come, cutting me off.
I finally sucked him when we showered together. I slipped to my knees as the four showerheads pelted our bodies with hot water. My lips barely stretched around him, but I sucked like my life depended on it. Cade pulled out at the end and blasted all over my face. He wanted to come on the boss’s wife’s face. The power dynamics should have bothered me, but James deserved it. I was happy to give Cade his moment as what he’d given me.
Cade was sworn to secrecy as he dressed in the living room, where he’d left his clothes. The last thing I needed was this cocky young man running around the office telling everyone he fucked James Slattery’s wife in the ass.
“You have to earn my silence,” he said, grinning.
“Don’t play that game. I’ll be fine, but James will destroy you. He won’t be any man’s cuckold.”
“Sometimes powerful guys like him get off on that, don’t they?”
I pressed to Cade, only my satin robe separating us. I had to get him out the door before I stripped that suit off him again. “I’ll ask him about it when he comes home.”
“I have to see you again,” he said.
He had no idea how much I wanted that. “We’ll see. No promises,” was what I said.
“You’re incredible, Hannah. That can’t be the only time.”
“You’ll see me on James’ desk every time you’re in his office,” I said, moving Cade toward the door.
I didn’t know if I would fuck Cade again. I would surely see him at a Christmas party or some company event, I was sure. And just maybe we would sneak away to a coat room or an empty office. In the meantime, he would see me every day, and whenever he was in James’ office, I hoped he looked at my picture and thought about how thoroughly he fucked me and smiled. Let James wonder what that smile was about.
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