Letter To The Work Wife

Wednesdays are always crazy where I work. The morning is spent scrambling to compile a bunch of as-of-midnight reports, and then the afternoon is spent in meetings explaining what they say. It was a bit after four o'clock and my day had finally settled down, so I was hoping to just enjoy the quiet before heading home.

Naturally, I had just leaned back in my chair when my PA stepped into my office and closed the door. She normally left it open, so I figured it had to be something important. I groaned and was starting to sit back up when I saw her lock it as well. She had never done that before, so I started to get worried. It didn't help that she didn't stop in front of my desk, but walked around to stand right beside me. My confusion only increased when she tossed a letter on my desk.

"That came in today's mail."

I barely had time to notice it was addressed to Mel, before she ordered me to stand up. That wasn't normal either, and I still had no idea what was going on, but I did as I was told. If I was confused before, that was nothing compared to when she dropped to her knees and started unfastening my belt!

By the time I got over my initial shock, I was naked from my waist to my ankles, and she was pushing me back into my chair. I sat down, still in a bit of a daze. She grabbed the letter back off of my desk and handed it to me, just saying, "You should read that." I was bewildered by what was happening, but I managed to shift my focus to the envelope. I paused as I noticed that the return address was my own. Nothing was making any sense, so I shrugged and pulled out the letter.

I did get a bit distracted as I felt a warm mouth slowly envelope my dick. It had remained mostly limp through the depantsing, but it quickly rose to attention as Mel gently sucked on it. I knew that she had better manners than to talk with her mouth full, so I hoped the letter I was holding would explain things.

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Dear Work Wife,

I was uncomfortable when Zane hired such a young and beautiful woman to be his PA. He had never given me any reason to distrust him, but I must admit that I found myself concerned, and jealous, the first time I saw you. Still, you have proven yourself to be a great PA, and I have to admit that hiring you was a wise decision on his part.

New concerns arose the first time he referred to you as his work wife. In fact, he found himself sleeping on the couch for a couple of nights after he jokingly reassured me, "She's my wife, so of course there's no sex." Still, from as horny as he is when he gets home at night, I've come to believe him when he says he's not getting any at work.

But, this is where the problem comes in.

I can tell how hot you looked each day, just by his condition when he gets home. I really don't mind when he can't wait, bending me over the kitchen table and fucking me straight away. To be honest, I wouldn't mind if he did that every night, as I just love that savage aggression. However, you send him home so worked up, he just can't go the distance. It's after dinner before he's recovered enough for a second round, when I can finally get my own.

That is simply beyond unacceptable.

So, Mel, as his work wife, I'm begging you, please, step up and help out the home wife here. Suck him, fuck him, or just strip down and let him masturbate to the sight of your gorgeous body. I don't care how you do it, but when he gets home and bends me over the table, I want to scream and squirt before he does!

Sincerely,

The Home Wife

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As I lowered the letter, I saw Mel looking up at me intently, even as she continued to gently lick and suck on my dick, like it was her favorite lollipop. When I didn't tell her to stop, she got a big grin on her face and upped her game. With increased suction, she started bobbing and twisting her head, making sure to pleasure every square inch of my steel rod.

I hadn't thought about how selfish I had been being with my wife during those table fucks, as I always made sure to focus on her pleasure during the lovemaking round later in the evening. Still, as I blew my load in under ninety seconds, I realized just how hair triggered I always was by the end of the day.

I was thinking I ought to do something special for Abby, as I had a lot of making up to do, when I was brought back to the present by the sound of Mel's laughter. She was still kneeling, looking up at me with a smile on her face, and a bit of cum at the corner of her mouth.

"I have flowers waiting at the front desk and I booked a 7:30 table at her favorite restaurant. That should give you enough time to get home, bend her over the kitchen table, give her the pounding she deserves, and still get cleaned up in time to make your reservation.

"Going forward, I have blocked out our lunch hour each day as motivational seminars. That way you'll have all afternoon to recover before going home.

"Also, I want the same thing your wife wants, so I hope your desk is sturdy." I couldn't miss her lustful look as she added, "I guess we'll find out tomorrow, when you bend me over it."