Getting What You Wish For
by B. Taberja

Some people enter middle age gracefully, while others collapse in
crisis, hopelessly pondering which is worse: lost youth or the onset
of old age.  For me, at age 34, such thoughts had not yet dawned on
me.  I had a good career, a nice family, and still felt young.  I
had been with my firm for 12 years, managed major European accounts,
and was considered one of the company's rising stars. Nevertheless,
life had become monotonous.  Every day was predictable: the traffic,
the lunchtime conversation in the executive dining room, the mundane
conversation with my wife and kids.  Even sex with my wife had
become boring.  She's a sexy little blonde and keeps in great shape
with aerobics five days a week, but there's no excitement between us
anymore, no anticipation, no surprise. A few months ago Carolyn was
hired as a secretary at the firm.  From my office I could see her
cubicle, and I often stole glances at her during the day.  She was
in her early twenties, with straight dark hair down to the middle of
her back.  She was about 5'5" with firm, round breasts and gorgeous
legs.  She wore tight dresses and short, sexy skirts, and sheer
blouses which showed off her pointy nipples.  She had a beautiful
face with high cheeks and cat-like eyes, but what really turned me
on were her lips.  She had full, pouty lips and always wore red or
pink lip gloss that made them shine. I imagined myself sitting back
on my chair, with Carolyn on her knees between my legs with those
red, full lips wrapped around my cock.  I dreamed of throwing the
papers off my desk fucking her on the cold, hard mahogany in the
middle of the day.

Unfortunately, the firm has a strict no-fraternization policy so I
didn't even try to talk to Carolyn until she was assigned to work
for me.  She came into my office wearing a tight dress with a short
jacket opened in the front. I introduced myself and told her I
needed some typing for one of my European accounts.  As I spoke I
discreetly tried to peek inside her jacket but she sat up straight
in her chair, leaving me without a view.  Frustrated, I told her to
have the work on my desk by noon tomorrow and dismissed her.

The rest of the day went as usual.  My daughter called to complain
about her brother and I got the usual griping from my boss and
clients.  When my wife called to tell me to pick up a gallon of milk
on my way home I was frustrated and horny, so I tried to have some
fun.  'Wouldn't it be nice if we lit some candles and you wore your
black satin nightie tonight?' I asked into the phone.

'What?' she replied.

'You know, after the kids go to sleep we'll put on some soft music,
pour some wine and give each other nice, slow back massages.'  I
kept it up, using my Barry White voice: 'Baby, I could rub your
back, and maybe your calves, and then I'd lightly rub your thighs
...'

'Cut it out!' she yelled.  'I have to get dinner ready.  Just get
the milk!'  She hung up the phone.  That night it was dinner and TV
as usual.  She went to sleep early, and I jerked off alone in the
guest room. Carolyn brought me the project the next day at noon.
She waited quietly while I finished a phone call, then I asked her
to sit and close the door so I wouldn't be disturbed as I reviewed
her work.  I began to read but my eyes drifted to Carolyn.  I was
entranced by her high heels and long, smooth legs.  She wore a short
black skirt riding up to about mid-thigh and a loose blouse
unbuttoned at the top, tantalizingly revealing her white lace bra.
My eyes roamed over her long, smooth neck and her luscious lips.  I
dreamed of planting a string of kisses along her neck, across her
cheeks and over her lips.  Suddenly, I came back to reality and
found that she was looking right at me!  I was caught, red-handed,
undressing her with my eyes. I mumbled something and returned to my
work, hoping she wouldn't complain to the personnel manager.  The
last thing I needed was a scandal in the office!

I had some comments on her work, so she came around the desk and
stood next to me so we could look at the pages together.  As she
leaned over my desk her blouse opened wide, giving me a clear view
of her left breast barely covered in the white lacy material of her
bra. I could see her round, succulent melon rising firmly above her
flat belly, her hard nipple poking out.  I stared at her tits, took
a deep breath and looked up at her.  'Well, Mr. Jones,' she said
with a smile, 'what seems to be the problem?'. 'Um, uh,' I
stammered, 'there are just some typos and things.  Don't worry, I'll
drop it on your desk later.'

'OK,' she replied, 'but the way you're staring I thought you had
other things on your mind.'  I was dumbfounded.  Suddenly, she
pushed me back in my chair, straddled my knee and pulled her blouse
off her shoulders.  She cupped her bra-encased tits in her hands and
circled her nipples with her thumbs. 'Are you sure there's nothing
else I can do for you?' she asked with a seductive look in her eye.
She unhooked the front clasp on her bra, letting it hang loosely
against her naked breasts.  Her tits were beautiful, firm and round
with hard pink nipples pointing straight out, just inches from my
face.  I wanted to reach out and suck them, but I was paralyzed.

'Here's the deal, Mr. Jones,' she said.  She leaned forward to
whisper into my ear, pressing her tits against the sleeve of my
white shirt.  'I know you want me to suck your cock. You've been
staring at me from your office every day, you horny boy.'  I mumbled
in agreement as she purred in my ear, rubbing her tits up and down
my arm.  'I'll bet you've been thinking about my wet red lips around
your dick. You want me to suck your dick and lick your balls and
tickle your asshole until you come in my mouth, don't you?'  She
reached down to rub my cock through my pants while she whispered in
my ear, her long red fingernails trailing along the length of my
rod.

Then, just as fast as she started, she stepped back, fastened her
bra and buttoned up her shirt.  'Look, Mr. Jones, I could unzip your
pants and suck you off right now, but that wouldn't be any fun,
would it?  No expectation, no excitement, no dreams to come true!
So here's what we'll do instead: I'll be back here in exactly one
month and I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had.  I'll put on
my brightest lipstick, my shortest skirt, and I'll kneel down and
suck you off and swallow every drop!  Put in on your calendar, and
think about it while you're home fucking your wife.' And then she
was out the door. My brow was covered with sweat and my cock
strained against my zipper.  I couldn't get over how brazen she was
and how lame I had been!  Nothing like this ever happened to me
before, especially not in the office.  I couldn't think straight, so
I packed up my things and left the office early. When I got home my
wife was at the stove.  I tiptoed up to her from behind, wrapped my
arms around her and kissed her neck.  The kids were out and I was
horny as a cat, hoping for a little afternoon delight. 'Oh,' she
said, 'you're home.  I have to go pick up the kids.  Here, stir
this,' she said, handing me a spoon, 'I'll be back in twenty
minutes.'

'Wait!' I yelled, but it was too late.  She was already gone.

Over the next few weeks Carolyn mostly ignored me but still managed
to drive me crazy with lust.  One day she brought fruit salad for
lunch.  It was warm and sunny out, so the office was empty at
lunchtime. She made sure I was watching and sat down to eat at her
desk.  She took each piece of fruit and slowly ran it over her lips
and tongue until her mouth was wet and glistening from the juice.
Then, looking right into my eyes, she pushed the fruit all the way
into her mouth and slowly pulled her finger out through her wet
lips, like she was giving her finger a blow job.  I pulled my prick
out underneath my desk and started to stroke it.  After finishing
the fruit salad she took a banana from her bag.  She smiled at me
from her desk, licking her lips and fondling the banana with her
hands.  Eventually she peeled it, but instead of taking a bite she
ran the tip of it back and forth over her lips, getting it good and
wet.  Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the
banana, sucking it in and out until she was taking it all the way
into her throat. I stroked my cock furiously under the desk and blew
a load into my hands. Another time, about a week after the banana
incident, she came into my office to drop off some files. While
arranging the papers on my desk she casually dropped one hand into
my lap.  She grabbed my cock firmly through my pants and leaned over
to whisper in my ear, 'be at your desk at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow. Keep
your lights off and don't make a sound!'

Carolyn let me with a bad case of blue balls that afternoon.  What
did she have planned for tomorrow?  It hadn't yet been a month.
Even though I had some important overseas calls to make, I was so
horny that I rounded up some of the younger guys who worked for me
and took them to a strip bar just so I could ogle some flesh.
Afterwards, I couldnt bear the thought of going home, so I went
back to the office and called my wife to tell her I was working
late.

The phone woke me in my chair around 6:30 the next morning.  It was
my wife.  I explained that I must have nodded off, but she didn't
seem to care.  She had a big workout planned for the morning and
later had to drop the kids at soccer.  I said I would try to be home
for dinner and hung up the phone. I sat in my office in the dark,
waiting on Carolyn.  My pulse was racing and I was light-headed.  I
couldn't believe how obsessed I had become.  I took stock of myself
and realized I hadn't been home to see my wife and kids, I hadn't
called my clients, I hadn't even brushed my teeth since yesterday. I
was about to get up and splash some cold water on my face when
Carolyn arrived at her cubicle.  She wore red spike heels, a
ridiculously short skirt and a tight, skimpy top that showed every
curve of her breasts.  Was this it?  Was she coming to see me?  She
turned to my office and put a finger to her lips to signal me to
keep quiet.  Mr. Williams, my boss, was walking across the floor.
He stopped behind Carolyn seated at her desk and caressed her hair
and shoulders.  They spoke quietly, then Carolyn giggled, swiveled
in her chair, and reached out to undo his belt and zipper.  She
pushed his slacks and boxers down to his knees and gently took his
cock in her hands.  Carolyn looked up at him and smiled and began to
lick and suck his cock and rub his balls.  She alternated sucking
his dick into her mouth, pumping it with her hands and pulling it
out and licking it like a lollipop.  She slathered the head of his
cock with her tongue and rubbed it across her face, making her
cheeks glisten.  Mr. Williams held her head in his hands while she
blew him, easing her head back and forth on his shaft.  Suddenly, he
picked her up on the desk, spread her legs and plunged his cock deep
into her pussy.  Carolyn squirmed and squealed, digging her heels
into his back and rubbing her tits.  He pumped his dick in and out
of her wet snatch and she thrust back at him, meeting his cock
stroke for stroke.  After pounding her for a while he leaned forward
and whispered in her ear.  Carolyn quickly climbed off the desk,
knelt down and sucked his cock back into her mouth.  He shot his
come into her mouth and she lapped it up, then she tucked his dick
into his shorts and zipped him up.  Carolyn turned to my office and
winked as she wiped a gob of come off her cheek and licked her
fingers clean.

My phone rang, breaking the spell I was under.  It was Europe
calling with a long list of complaints.  As my client yelled and
screamed all I could think about was Carolyn getting fucked on her
desk.  Ignoring the phone, I took my dick out of my pants and
started stroking.  I closed my eyes and pictured the scene I just
witnessed, bringing myself off in less than a minute.  At the same
time I feebly kept up my end of the conversation with a few well
placed 'uh-huhs' and 'OKs.'

I got off the phone and went to the men's room.  My hair was a mess,
my clothes were wrinkled, I had black stubble on my chin and a come
stain on my blue shirt.  Just then Mr. Williams walked in, bright
and cheerful.  'My God, Jones, you're a mess!' he said.

'Uh, yes sir, I put in an all-nighter.  I guess I'll run home and
freshen up.' 'Yes, you better,' he agreed, 'and then hurry back
because I hear we have some problems with the European account.'

'Yes, sir,' I responded.  What an asshole, I thought to myself.

I pulled into my driveway and parked next to my wife's Lexus.  The
kids were at school and, despite her recent lack of interest, I was
hoping for a quickie.  I quietly opened the back door, hoping to
change my come-stained shirt before she saw me.  As I tiptoed
through the kitchen I heard voices from the living room, and when I
peeked around the corner I couldn't believe what I saw.  My wife was
naked on the couch, lying back with one foot on the floor and the
other draped over the armrest.  Her legs were spread wide and some
guy I never saw before was kneeling on the rug with his face buried
in her pussy.  He looked to be about 30 and wore sneakers, loose
shorts and a tank top that showed off a chiseled back and large
biceps.  'So that's what she's been doing at the health club,' I
thought to myself.  The guy was giving her cunt a serious workout
with his tongue and she was getting into it, holding the back of his
head with both hands and humping his chin.  She was acting like a
horny slut, groaning and grunting like I hadn't heard in years.  He
held her ass in his hands as he ate her, like a hungry man with an
overstuffed sandwich.  He licked her pussy lips up and down and
stuck his tongue in her hole while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She was moaning encouragement, which she never did when I went down
on her.  'Oh, yeah!,' she groaned, pulling his face into her gash,
'suck my pussy!  Lick me.  Oh, God, I love your tongue.'

He sucked her twat for a while, then stood up and pushed down his
shorts.  He held a massive cock in his hand, with bulging purple
veins and a large, mushroom-shaped head.  She looked at it with lust
and spread her legs wide .  He rubbed the tip of his cock slowly up
and down her slit, teasing her.  'Are you ready for some cock, you
little slut?' he asked.

'Please, please,' she begged, reaching for his big dick and trying
to pull it into her snatch.

'Please what?' he responded, clearly enjoying his power over her.

'Please give me your cock,' she pleaded.  'Please stick your cock in
me.  I need your stiff dick in my pussy!'

I couldn't believe this was my wife!  I didn't recognize her.  The
stud plunged his cock into her cunt and fucked her with long, hard
strokes.  She was going crazy, moaning and grunting like an animal.
'Oh, yes, yes!  Fuck me with your hard, beautiful cock.  Oh, God!
Oh, yes!  Fuck my pussy.  Fuck me, fuck me.'  He pumped her for a
long time during which she came over and over again.  Finally he
groaned and pumped his seed deep inside her, then they lay on the
couch for a few minutes in a deep, slow tongue kiss.  Afterwards, he
sat back on the couch while she kneeled between his legs and
lovingly licked his cock and balls clean.

I was incredibly aroused by watching my wife's performance, and
totally disappointed that she never acted like that with me.  When
they got up to get dressed I slipped quietly into the kitchen and
waited until they left together for the health club, after which I
went upstairs to take a shower.  I looked at myself in the mirror
and decided then and there to leave my wife and kids.  I would start
a new life with freedom and excitement.  I had a good job, lots of
money, and soon I would be fucking Carolyn. After a shave and shower
I was feeling good.  On the way back to the office I called Europe
on my car phone to try to straighten things out, but my client said
I wasn't responsive to his needs anymore and was giving the account
to another firm.  'Shit!' I said out loud as I slammed down the
phone.  The European account was the bulk of my business.  Without
it I would be a lame duck at the firm. As soon I walked in the door
my secretary warned me that Mr. Williams was looking for me.  I
figured he heard that I lost the European account and wanted to
offer advice.  In the past, he had always been helpful when the
chips were down.  I entered his office and he motioned me to close
the door.  Ms. Bell, the personnel manager, was also there.
'Jones,' he said, 'I don't want to beat around the bush.  There's
been a sexual harassment complaint filed against you.  That new
secretary, Carolyn, reported that you made inappropriate advances
toward her and continued to do so even after she asked you to stop.'
'What!'  I screamed. I didn't think anything would shock me after
what I had already seen that day, but I was incredulous.  'That's
bullshit!'

'Look, Jones, I'm sure you're probably right, but the firm takes
these matters very seriously.  She's a young, attractive girl, and
we have to protect the firm's image.  But don't worry, with your
business accounts and your solid family life, you should have no
trouble getting past this.'  Ms. Bell informed me that I was
officially on 'administrative suspension,' without pay, and took my
office key.  'Sorry, Jones,' said Mr. Williams.  'I'm sure the last
thing you were looking for was a little drama in your life.'
