I am a successful human resource consultant – recruiter to most people. I have worked and trained hard to get to my current position – senior recruiter for a major management only niche firm with seventeen other people. The boss and his wife have become good friends over the years and I enjoy working here. About six years ago I met and married my husband Will who works as an executive in a computer hardware distributor here in town. We do not have children as Will had been married before and decided not to have any more. He had a vasectomy rather than put his wife through surgery. I consider myself a consummate professional, faithful wife, and good friend to my neighbor Sharon and my boss's wife Tina. My sex life could be better as Will works long hours and so do I, but he is an ardent, although somewhat traditional lover.
Tina and I had shared girl talk over the years on our various "girl's night out" where we would generally drink a little too much. She told me, much to my surprise, that Craig (her husband and my boss) was a player. She was sure he had never done anything in the office because she knows he would have been after me in a flash and I would have told her. But she knows and they have come to an arrangement. He gets to keep his balls, his company and his lifestyle as long as he is discrete and comes home at night. She, on the other hand, also gets free rein to play. She told me she had met this guy on the internet who lived 100 miles away and they would occasionally hook up near him. They had joined a swingers club as a couple. It wasn't something I thought I could ever do nor would I ever want to have sex outside my marriage.
So what happened that day came as a complete surprise to me. I had this appointment with a candidate named Jack. When he was shown into my office I was speechless. Not only was he gorgeous and built nicely, but he carried himself with confidence and calm. My physical reaction was my pussy got soaked. It was all I could do to stay focused. My hormones went to rage and were knocking on my mind. That had never, ever happened to me by looking at a guy – not even my husband.
I hadn't paid any attention to my foot position and one of them cramped up horribly. He asked me to let him help and got down on the floor, removed my shoe and worked some magic at my instep and the pain went away. He also, with no help from me, got a pretty good look at my legs. My skirt was a full length button up the front type and was open about halfway up my leg. His lifting of my leg had forced the skirt apart and gave him a pretty good view of my leg and thigh. The skirt was riding up my leg but I made no attempt to change that. My legs are one of my best features and somehow I didn't care about him getting a good look. I wanted him to see them. I was ashamed of being so wanton but I couldn't help it. My panties were soaked.
"You're amazing. That was so great. How I can I thank you" I said looking at him with a grin on my face that I couldn't control. I hurriedly pulled my leg away.
"Find me a job – as a consultant or permanent" was his answer.
"Let's see what we can do. I should be back to you in a couple of days." I said trying to get control of myself. I know I was a little rude but I dismissed him quickly – way too quickly. I was curious about this man.
That night when I got home after a dinner with Tina I collapsed into bed exhausted. I had told her about my reaction to Jack and she just chuckled like a schoolmarm at my naiveté. Will was at a convention in Atlanta with his sales manager and two other people from the company for two weeks and so I had the house to myself. What a treat, I thought. I quickly undressed and drew a hot bath with beads and just relaxed into the feeling of warmth. But my mind was still very active – I couldn't get Jack out of my mind. Totally involuntarily, once again my body started betraying me, I started rubbing myself and pushing my clit harder and harder. Out of nowhere I came with a slam. So much for a relaxing bath.
But I was still horney as hell. I dried off and went to bed with two of my favorite toys – my 14 inch rubber dick and my anal vibrator - two things Will would never have believed I owned yet alone used. I stuck the tiny vibrator into my anus and turned up the volume. I plunged the dildo into my pussy without so much as a warmup. I was absolutely flowing with juices in there. I really don't know what came over me but I just rammed that dildo in and out as hard and as fast as my arms would let me. Between the buzz in my ass and the thing in my pussy, I must have come five times. Incredible for "one time" Irene. Needless to say I didn't sleep very well that night. I kept dreaming about Jack.
We had been contacted by a client looking for a manager for one of their regions. The job description fit Jack to a tee so I called him in for an interview with the client. "I don't want to accept any calls while I get the candidate prepped for his interview" I said to the receptionist as she closed the door. I was wearing a white semi-sheer button-down blouse and a tight blue skirt. Jack and I chatted about the client for a while. I had been sporting a headache and neck ache all day from all the straining of pounding my pussy so hard every night. So when the client called to say he was going to be a little late, I got a little forward with Jack. I asked him to do me a favor:
"I was really impressed with your foot thing. I could use your magic hands again. I have this knot in my neck and it's really beginning to hurt. I'm getting a pretty bad headache. Could you do something with it, please?"
"Open the top two buttons of your blouse so I can get at your neck and shoulder. Doing it through the shirt won't work" he said and came around to sit on my side of the desk. I turned around in my chair and bent my head all the way back looking up at him upside down. 'What the hell' I thought and unbuttoned the top three just to give him a little show of my cleavage. I was already wet when he walked in the room. I was going to have a tough time in the interview staying focused. I slid down a little in the chair to have my tight skit ride up my legs and give him that show as well. His hands were amazing.
"This will hurt at first, but by the time you count to ten, you will feel a lot better" he explained softly.
I giggled: "Get another line!"
"Why should I if it works. You doing OK? I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"A little, but I don't care. It feels so good it must be illegal. Please don't say anything, just do your magic." I moaned and sighed from time to time as he worked my neck and shoulder.
I whispered "Ohhhhh my god that feels good." The sense of touch on my body was so sensitive to him that I had a little orgasm. When I did I sat up like a bolt.
"I think we might have crossed a line there – don't you?"
"I was only trying to help my favorite recruiter so she could find me a good job" he responded. "After all she has a big meeting for me soon!" I wasn't hearing to well as my pussy was pulsing and my panties were soaking wet.
"Well, OK then." I straightened up my blouse and my skirt and slid under my desk to cover. For a minute I thought he was sprouting a hardon but I wasn't sure. Was he as lustful for me as I was for him I wondered? We completed the interview but the client didn't want him.
