Housewife Discovers True Desire Ch. 01

Karen and her husband, Mike, had met in college and, after establishing their careers, had two children and Karen put her career on hold to stay at home with the kids. Their marriage was very good and they were growing deeper in love as the years went by. It also didn't hurt that Mike had an enormous cock, a full 11" long and 3" thick when hard. Although Karen was on the conservative side, their sex life was still great when they could find the time. Karen could never take Mike's full length but Mike loved that her cervix would grab his cock head when he pressed in deep.

Once the kids were self sufficient with going to school, Karen decided to rejoin the workforce and she managed to get her old job back. Once she started working, their time to have sex dwindled to nearly nothing. At the same time, Mike had gotten a promotion which kept him away from home more on travel and for meetings, etc. Karen and Mike discussed this with each other and committed to their schedules in order to provide a good home for their kids and to save and retire early.

It was Karen's first day back to the office she had started her career at and, as she stood outside the building, she adjusted the hem of her pencil skirt, the fabric feeling a little too short against her pantyhose this morning. It was charcoal grey, a staple in her professional wardrobe, but today the way it hugged her hips felt different; almost daring. She glanced at her reflection in the tinted glass of the office building's entrance. The crisp white blouse, the demure pearl earrings, the sensible black flats -- they all seemed to whisper "responsible adult," a persona she usually embraced wholeheartedly. Yet, this morning, a tiny, rebellious voice inside her questioned the rigid confines of that image.

Stepping into the cool, sterile lobby, she nodded a quick greeting to the security guard and headed for the elevators. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the subtle rustle of power suits. This was the world Karen had diligently cultivated before becoming a full-time mother to her two children. She was a rising star in the marketing firm and this was her first day to reconnect with her career and former colleagues.

As the elevator doors slid open onto the tenth floor, she saw them -- a cluster of women, all impeccably dressed, gathered near the conference room. These were the women who had once been her peers, and she felt a pang of both longing and trepidation as she approached. There was Sarah, the sharp-tongued project manager, and Emily, the perpetually calm graphic designer. Karen's gaze was immediately drawn to the woman she'd met once during her interview.

Her name was Alex, and she radiated an effortless confidence that Karen found both intimidating and strangely captivating. Alex was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She wore a midnight blue blazer over a silk camisole, and her skirt was tailored to perfection. And then there were the shoes - sleek, high-heeled stilettos that Karen couldn't help but notice. Her short, dark hair was highlighting her striking features: high cheekbones, intense green eyes, and a mouth that looked both amused and knowing. Something about her presence was magnetic, pulling Karen in.

"Karen, good to see you!" Sarah exclaimed, breaking the spell of the encounter. The other women echoed her greetings, and Karen returned their smiles, a bit self-conscious.

"Oh right, you've met Alex," Sarah continued, gesturing towards the newcomer. In attempt that sounded like sucking up, Sarah went on "Alex is an amazing manager. I think you'll like working with her."

"Always a pleasure," Alex said, extending her hand. Her grip was firm, and her gaze locked with Karen's, a spark of something unreadable passing between them. Karen felt a strange flutter in her stomach as she met her eyes, a sensation that was both unfamiliar and thrilling.

The meeting began, and Karen tried to focus on the discussion, but Alex's presence in the room was a constant distraction. She kept catching Alex's eye during the presentation. Alex would give her the slightest smile, and Karen would find herself blushing, a strange, girlish reaction she hadn't experienced in years. Alex positioned herself strategically, her leg frequently swinging or tapping, her slender ankle exposed, the sheer nylon of her pantyhose almost shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

During a brief break, the women gathered around the coffee machine. Karen filled her cup and turned to find Alex standing beside her, a cup of black coffee in her hand.

"So, Karen," Alex began, her voice a low murmur, "Sarah tells me you've got two children. That must be incredibly rewarding."

"It is," Karen replied, a little flustered by Alex's focus on her. "But it's also... a lot."

"I can imagine," Alex said, her gaze flickering down to Karen's own pantyhose-clad legs, before returning to her face, that same enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "It takes a special kind of woman to balance all these things."

Karen felt a jolt of heat run through her. She had a sudden, irrational urge to pull her skirt down, as if Alex could see more than she was letting on. She suddenly felt acutely aware of her appearance, of the too-short skirt, of the slight sheen on her legs.

"What about you?" she managed to ask, "You seem to be very busy."

"I am," Alex said, her voice dropping even lower. "But I enjoy it. Success is its own reward, wouldn't you agree? Especially when you have a beautiful view of the women who make it happen."

Karen felt her heart thump in her chest. She knew what Alex was doing, the teasing undercurrent in her words, the deliberate, almost predatory attention. But instead of recoiling, she found herself leaning in, captivated by the subtle dance they were engaged in.

When the meeting resumed, Karen's focus was gone. She was acutely aware of Alex's every move, of her leg swinging slightly, of the way her heel would expertly dangle from her toe. It was as though Alex was putting on a show just for her, a silent, seductive ballet of movement and glances. Occasionally, the hem of Alex's skirt would rise slightly as she crossed her legs, revealing the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Karen found herself staring, and she could feel her cheeks growing hot. She didn't know why, but she felt an uncontrollable pull toward Alex.

After the meeting, as they were packing up their things, Alex approached Karen, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was thinking," she said, her voice a husky whisper, "that we should get to know each other better, outside of this environment. I have a feeling we have more in common than we realize."

Karen's mind went blank. Even though she found this more than slightly inappropriate, she couldn't stop herself from nodding, a blush creeping up her neck. "I... I'd like that," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Alex's smile widened, showcasing a flash of white teeth. She reached for her cell phone and asked Karen for her number. It was pretty forward and, although it caught Karen off guard, she offered her number unquestioningly. Alex, locking a gaze with Karen once more, asked her to call if she wanted to get a coffee or something.

As Karen walked out of the office building, she felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her. She knew that what was happening was unusual, out of character. She was a married woman, a mother. But there was something about Alex, something about the way she looked at her, the way she made her feel, that was both intoxicating and terrifying. She glanced down at her own legs, at the too-short skirt and the sheer hose that seemed suddenly charged with an unfamiliar sensuality. She had a feeling that her life was about to take a very unexpected turn, and a small part of her, a part she'd kept hidden for years, was eager to see where it would lead. She wasn't sure if she was being seduced, or if she was seducing herself into this dangerous game, but she knew one thing: she was confused.

Karen snapped out of it on her car ride home and decided to talk to her husband about it honestly. Later that evening, after putting the children to bed, Karen found herself staring at her husband as he watched television. At that moment, she realized that her life seemed so ordinary, so predictable. She felt a pang of something she couldn't quite define, a longing for something more, something different.

She wanted to tell her husband about it. About the meeting, about Alex, about the strange flutter in her stomach. But the words caught in her throat. How could she explain the feelings she didn't even fully understand herself? She figured he wouldn't understand the undercurrent of desire, the subtle dance of power that she'd experienced. Instead, Karen spoke about the mundane details of her day, about office politics and client deadlines.

Later that night, in the darkness of their bedroom, Karen lay awake. She replayed the scene with Alex in her mind, the way Alex had looked at her, the way she captivated her with her seductive heel dangling and her beautiful legs. The thrill she had felt was undeniable. It was a dangerous, exciting secret she now carried, a secret that felt both scary and intoxicating. Karen figured a good night's sleep would clear her head and she'd wake up from this dream.