Life for Lou Rye was purring along. He was thirty-four, still far enough off of his 40th birthday not to be thinking of being middle aged.
His wife Sue was pregnant.
Oh boy, such a relief. That had abruptly stopped her constant moans at being unable to get pregnant and looking at him accusingly with almost a big question mark on her forehead.
The cow; he'd known every shot Lou Rye got away was crammed and creamed with sperm. Still there had been occasions he'd worried perhaps he had been firing blanks. But now the swagger was back in his walk and he could once again touch his erection with pride.
Sue had married him when they graduated. She'd been the one in a hurry. But despite banging away most nights and often in the morning it had taken eight years to produce a fertilized egg,
Lou had fleeting thoughts perhaps her earlier eggs had been duds or had she trotted off and secretly had a fertilized egg inplant or whatever it was called?
The marriage had been okay. In that time they'd had three cats and two dogs to substitute for children.
He'd run over one cat in the driveway, Sue had squashed one of the dogs against the garaged wall when driving in too far, a half-blind neighbor who couldn't even identify the make and color of the get-away car actually saw the replacement dog being kidnapped.
The other two cats just disappeared and were probably living with little old ladies along the street or even right under their noses over the back fence.
Two years after marriage Lou was promoted to sales manager and only recently became director at sales and marketing as the three women appointed ahead of him had all successively bombed out, proving incapable at even organizing the morning coffee and lunch rosters.
In the three months he'd had the sales and marketing tiller, sales had lifted 5.6% in the first 30-days, 11.2% over the 60-day period and yesterday for the ninety days under his command sales had risen 15.9%.
The president had patted him on the back, straightened Lou's tie and said he could expect a fat bonus. Lou had a wicked thought in hoping Al wasn't a closet gay had had that sort of bonus in mind.
That sales manager appointment two years ago almost ended disastrously, Lou recalled, grinning and rubbing his groin.
The pretty blonde in Lou's new office had purred, "Good morning Mr Rye. How are we this fine morning?"
Lou looked behind him at that use of 'we' but no one was behind him.
"Hi Miss and what are you doing in my office?"
"I'm your PA Robyn Mitchell. Mrs Salter applied for a transfer when learning you had won the position."
"Why?"
"Because you leer."
Lou thought that was pretty inoffensive.
"But never have I leered at that old bitch."
Robyn giggled.
"Exactly and it gnawed away at her that you never leered at her."
"God who said women had brains."
Robyn giggled again and said brightly, "They don't."
Lou thought he really liked Robyn with her intelligent wit. He said boldly, "What do you have that's worth me leering at Robyn.?"
She cupped her breasts. "Well these for starters."
Lou leered hugely as they lifted right in front of his eyes.
"A-a-anything thing else?"
Robyn hitched up her skirt.
"These are one of my big assets. Even my mother says I have lovely thighs. Would you like to touch me?"
"P- put a notice on the office door stating 'Staff Meeting In Progress' and lock the door Robyn."
"Omigod are you going to seduce me at 8:50?"
"Is that too early?"
"Um at training school we were warned to consider beginning work an hour before scheduled starting time to allow for a period of groping with the boss near the end of the working day if he were that way inclined."
"That sounds like an excellent PA training facility. Are you displeased that I'd like an early morning grope?"
"Not at all. This means we could also squeeze one in at the end of the day with all the bells and whistles if I appeal to you to that extent."
Lou wiped dribble off his chin.
"You are a very innovative person Robyn and should go far in your career providing you have the flexibility to deal with my successor if she's female."
"Thank you er Lou."
"Yes calling me Lou is fine. Is being bent over my desk okay?"
"Very okay," smiled Robyn, finding the appropriate notice to clip to the door.
Lou watched her with interest and as she locked the door he said gently, "Clip the notice to the outside of the door sweetheart."
"Aw and didn't I say women don't have brains."
Lou glanced at his computer screen and saw Robyn had brought up her personal file.
She was thirty-eight and married.
That made him hesitate; he'd be a virgin adulterer and with her being married he'd be implicated in double adultery. That was bad enough but how the hell does a guy get a married women to open her legs, no matter how provocatively she flirts?
"So buddy," he said, patting his erection. "Calm down; we'll be out of luck here.
But sometimes a dream situation becomes true.
With the notice correctly displayed on the door Robyn came back to the desk and said brightly, "Let's fuck?"
Lou couldn't think of any alternative meanings to that statement; it was so short there was no room for ambiguity. His dick pressured to be let allow and before he had time to finishing unbuckling his belt and unzipping, Robyn was on her back on his desk with her legs dangling over it and spread wide and she had fingers... wow right up it!
Lou grabbed the desk for support as his knees almost collapsed on him
Fuck she even shaved; until now Lou was used to pussy in fur coat.
