When my youngest child began school, my husband Jeff and I decided I should enter the working world. I had not had a job since I had a work-study job in my college years. Of course, that had been interrupted when I became pregnant with our oldest and Jeff and I got married. I did not have much of a resume and no degree, so my options were limited. My father-in-law, John, owned a local construction company and his secretary was relocating with her family, so he asked if I was interested in giving it a shot and seeing if I liked it. Jeff and I thought that was a great idea.
My name is Amy. I am 32 years old. I have been married to Jeff for 12 years. We have three children: Jeff 12, Jake 8, and Allison 6. Jeff works in sales for a medical supply company. I am 5'6", 145 lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Despite 3 children, I have maintained a body that can still turn heads here or there. I have full breasts, 38D. My best feature is my ass and legs. My legs are both long and thick and they lead to an ass that my husband still loves to bury his face in after all these years. I really have an insatiable sex drive and that is where our story gets started.
My job began normally. I got to know the office environment. As I mentioned, it was a construction company. Our office was very small. John owned a piece of land that was a little outside of town. On it, he kept his equipment and a fleet of vehicles. On site, was what amounted a large trailer that acted as the office. There were basically two rooms. The main room had a desk and when John was in, this was where I sat. Behind my desk, was a wall and door. The door led to John's office. John ran the company, but also still got his hands dirty on some days. On the days, he was at various sites working, I worked in John's office. John's office also had a full bathroom. The various crew that John had working for him would drop off work orders and come in for their assignments and take off. My job was to basically answer the phones and handle the books. His previous secretary trained me her last 2 weeks. I was enjoying the work.
Jeff was continuing to move up within his company. While this did mean more money, it also meant longer hours and also, a different kind of sales. Where previously Jeff's job was winning smaller accounts and face time with doctors. Now he was basically handling corporate sales. This is a different world. It meant being out of town. It meant schmoozing at all hours. It meant drinking. As Jeff had more time winning these big clients, it meant less time at home It meant less time at the gym. It meant a bigger belly. There was no denying it. Since Jeff had been promoted about a year ago, he had put on about 50 pounds. It was all in the belly. This killed his sex drive. At first, I would feel very undesired and unloved. I bought sexy lingerie. Although this seemed to peak his interest once or twice, it did not bring the spark back. As I mention, I have an insatiable sex drive. I need sex 3-4 times a week. And for the better part of six months, I was barely having sex twice a month.
I had been very excited about starting this new job. I had gone shopping for a bunch of new outfits and thought I looked great. Shortly after working there, I could tell John felt the same way. John's wife, Jeff's mom, had passed away long before I entered the picture. I had no idea how long it had been since John had been with a woman. He did not seem to date at all. His previous secretary was an older woman (in her 70s) that had been there when John's father had owned the business. I knew that John found me attractive. He often complimented me, but I thought it was natural for the only parent of his only child to be affectionate towards his only daughter-in-law. Every once in a while, I would bend over to pick up some files and could just tell I was being watched. Sure enough, when I stood up John would be there and would be asking me a question or telling me what he needed me to do. Based on what was happening at home, I appreciated the attention.
Perhaps I appreciated it a little too much. One day, John came in from a day at the various work sites. I was in his office working and when he came in, he was pouring sweat. He was wearing a red plaid shirt that was open, blue jeans, and a white wife beater shirt. He acknowledged me and asked for the phone calls that he needed to return that night. I went into the front room to get the calls as I had been working on the ledger. I gathered all the return calls, as well as the phone numbers needed and walked back into John's office. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and placed the return calls on his desk. I needed to be going as he was late getting there and I needed to pick up Jeff Jr from soccer practice. I walked to the door to yell that was I leaving and just as I did the door opened. John had opened the door and was about to ask me something, and was startled to see me right at the door. He had no shirt and nothing but a towel around his waist. I took in the sight. Like I said, Jeff was way out of shape at this point. John could not have kept himself in better shape. Obviously, he worked manual labor and he was cut. He was not large, by any means. Just there was not much fat anywhere on his body. My eyes danced quickly from his hard chest to defined arms to flat stomach to the V that led to his towel. And just below that too-small towel a bulge. John appeared to be packing. I liked what I saw.
"Oh, I was just on my way to leave and was trying to let you know," I finally gasped.
He laughed. "No problem, I was just about to say to be on your way if you needed to. Thank you, Amy. You've been a big help so far. I hope you're liking it."
"I'm liking it," I said.
That weekend, I went shopping again. I was so incredibly turned on by the sight of John's body that I seemed to be going crazy. I bought some tighter blouses. I bought some shorter skirts. There appeared to be more cleavage and more thigh slits in my wardrobe. I bought new underwear sets. All with the intention of wearing these to work. I wanted my father-in-law to fuck me, because his son would not. And I needed dick.
