Chapter One: Returning to Work

I broke out into a smile as Ian walked toward me. He always had that effect on me.

"What?" Ian asked as he opened the office door.

"Nothing," I smiled.

Many had complained, bitched, and whined about returning to the office to work; they still wanted to work from home. I did have my doubts and a few complaints, but seeing Ian again made it all worth it.

"It's been three months now," Ian shook his head as he looked out the glass pane at the others as they settled into work.

"Yeah, some of them are still whining," I replied as I sat at my desk.

Ian and I shared a work office. I used to complain about it, but now I love it.

"Why?" Ian turned to look at me. "The company increased everyone's pay rate. Would they rather stay home and lose money?"

"Truthfully I was getting sick of it," I shrugged.

I loved my kids, but being home all the time was getting to me. They were constantly underfoot. Even though three of them were teenagers and would soon leave the nest, my youngest had just turned eleven, so I had a while to go before Luke and I became empty nesters.

"Bet Luke is happy," Ian smiled.

"He is ecstatic," I smiled. "No more sharing an office space."

Ian and Luke were polar opposites. Ian loved to be out of the house, while Luke was a homebody.

I was Ian's so-called work wife long before the pandemic slammed us into our homes. We had always worked closely together, but at that time, Ian was a chunky guy with a beer keg for a stomach.

Now, he was built like a brick house with large arms and a body that made me shiver in all the right places.

When we got back the first day, I couldn't believe it was him. I had to take a few more looks at him to make sure. Even now, with him sitting across the room from me, I couldn't believe he had lost all that weight and turned it all into muscle.

On the other hand, I had put on weight, which all went to my hips, thighs, and ass. Some went to my chest, but the rest went everywhere else.

Luke told me I had to lose it quickly because he didn't want a chubby wife. I told him he could also start, as he had put on much more than I did. Of course, the excuses came why he couldn't and shouldn't, which ended that conversation quickly before anything was settled.

Our workday was the usual back and forth with emails, conference calls, and banter, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Ian's chest and arms. I was an arm gal from day one, and Ian's looked like they could lift me off the floor.

"See you tomorrow," Ian said as he walked to his car.

"Definitely," I replied.

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"So, do him already," Leslie, my neighbor, said as we talked over cocktails at her house.

"I can't," I shook my head.

Luke and Desmond grilled, and the kids played in their large pool.

"Why? Because it's cheating?" Leslie asked.

"Fuck no," I shook my head.

I had more than cheated on Luke, but that was online. I had sent pictures and sexted with guys online for years without Luke knowing. I even planned to meet a couple, but that fell through on their end, not mine.

Not that Luke would care if he found out; we hadn't been intimate in the bedroom since our youngest was born; sure, we had the occasional fuck here and there, but nothing like when we first got married. We used to wake the neighborhood with our romps. 

The truth was we had already planned our separation the moment all the kids were gone. Luke wanted me to lose weight because I had once been his arm candy or trophy wife, and now I wasn't.

I was sure Luke had cheated on me; if he hadn't, that was his lost opportunity. I didn't care if he did or didn't.

"Why then?" Leslie asked.

Leslie and Desmond were swingers, so sex was like a hobby, not something written in stone.

"He's my work husband," I shrugged.

Ian and I had often joked about it and even flirted around the idea several times, but Ian would never do it. He liked Luke; the two went bowling together and were in a league. 

"You did say he liked big women, right?" Leslie asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Well," Leslie said. "Put the goods out there, he might take a bite."

I sighed as I looked at Luke. "It has been a long time," I nodded.

"Do it, what's the worst that would happen?" Leslie shrugged.

"You're right," I nodded.

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"You're doing it again," Ian said as he opened the office door.

"What?" I asked as we walked inside.

"Smiling," Ian shook his head.

"A girl can't smile?" I said as we settled down.

I wore a buttoned shirt today over the solid black top I usually wear. I loosened a few buttons, and my chest was doing the rest as other buttons started to loosen.

I also wore a skirt for the first time in years. While we were back in the office, it was business casual, not all business. 

Ian always wore a buttoned shirt and black or blue pants. Most others were trying to be defiant and going casual, wearing jeans and shirts with logos, which was against company policy. I was sure they were hoping they would get sent home.

Ian could care less about them; he was in charge, and we hadn't had a visit from anyone corporate side for years. So, the way he thought about it was fuck them; they will stay and work.

I took the opportunity to go over to his desk and lean over close to him, and ask some dumb questions about a spreadsheet.

I smiled as Ian tried to hide the fact that he was staring at the long line of cleavage in front of his face. I looked at his crotch and saw that the loosened buttons were having the desired effect.

I turned around and swung my hips slightly extra as I returned to my desk.

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"So, it worked?" Leslie asked as we talked on the phone later in the day.

"Definitely," I replied.

Ian had asked me to come to his desk three times after the initial attempt. He even came over to mine a few times, which hardly ever happened.

"What's next?" Leslie asked.

"I put in for a full office cleaning this Friday," I nodded.

"What will that do?" Leslie asked.

"Two people have to be there, overnight," I smiled. "Since the schedule is already out, he will have to ask for volunteers."

"You plan on volunteering?" Leslie asked.

"Definitely," I smiled. Knowing that a member of management had to stay, the other manager would never stay overnight.

"So bad," Leslie said.

"Yup," I nodded.

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The following morning, Ian asked for volunteers, and I waited just a few moments, so it didn't look obvious that I wanted to stay with him. After no one volunteered, I told him I would do it.

"I was sure I had put it in for next month," I said as we returned to our office.

"Mistakes happen," Ian shrugged.

"So, will David stay, or do you have to?" I asked.

Ian laughed at me as I mentioned David's name. "That lazy fuck?" Ian shook his head.

"Well, that's good for me," I smiled.

"Why is that?" Ian asked.

"If I have to spend time overnight with somebody, rather it be you than him," I replied.

"I will take that as a compliment," Ian nodded.

For the rest of the day, I played my game. I even wore a tighter and shorter skirt. This time, I knew I had Ian on the ropes, as he massaged my shoulders, no doubt trying to get my shirt to ride up and show more cleavage.

As we got in the elevator, Ian was on his phone against the elevator's back wall. I maneuvered myself to be in front of him, slowly pressing back against him.

'Bingo,' I thought as I heard a deep sigh come from Ian as my large ass found his groin.

I had him right where I needed him.

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For the rest of the week, my moves got friskier and more deliberate, even going as far as sitting in Ian's lap while we were on a conference call. I felt his stiff cock press against me as I wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfortable.

In the elevator, Ian always went straight to the back corner. As I entered, he would pull me back toward him. His hands would always find their way to my waist, but the other day, they went down to my thighs.

"So, tonight?" Leslie asked.

"Uh-huh," I replied as Luke sat in front of me at the breakfast table.

"Are you sure, he will go for it?" Leslie asked.

"Oh, I am positive," I nodded as I smiled at Luke.

"Good, both of us wish you luck," Leslie said.

"He knows?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Leslie said. "In his own words, glad she will finally get laid, properly."

I stifled a laugh. While we were friendly neighbors, Desmond only tolerated Luke because he was my husband.

"I better get some sleep for tonight," I said as we hung up.

"What was that about?" Luke asked.

"You know Leslie all about the neighborhood gossip," I shrugged.

"She needs to get a job, then maybe she would leave the house," Luke said.

"Kettle calling the pot black, don't you think?" I replied as I got up from the table.

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"You sleep any?" Ian asked as we went to the elevator to go up our floor.

"A little, you?" I asked.

"A little," Ian smiled.

We were the only ones in the elevator tonight, and Ian still pulled me from the center to be right in front of him.

I could tell I would be in for a long, hard night.

The cleaners told us they had cleaned the meeting room since no one had used it, but the rest had to be emptied and then cleaned.

"So," I said as we sat in the meeting room. "Eight hours," I smiled.

"Yup," Ian nodded.

We had set up our computers on the large desk, and I pretended to be working when Ian walked behind me.

"You're not good at that," Ian said.

His hands were on my shoulders. 

"What exactly?" I asked.

"Pretending," Ian said as he spun his chair around.

"My," I said, staring at his cock already out and throbbing in front of me.

"Well?" Ian asked.

"Don't have to tell me twice," I said as I got to my knees.

I had told Ian a long time ago that I loved sucking a nice cock, and Ian's was very nice. Thick and just the right length. I bobbed my head back and forth as he held the back of my head.

I loved how the veins went up his cock and how my saliva rolled down the sides as I jerked it off between sucking it.

"Get up," Ian ordered.

I knew what he wanted; he wanted to fuck me from behind, his favorite position. My jean skirt was rolled up, and my panties were pulled to the side as Ian pushed himself into me.

There was no hesitation or pretense Ian wanted to fuck his assistant, and I wasn't going to deny him.

"Fuck yes," Ian roared as my big ass slammed against him.

I felt his cock pummel me; I felt it throb as he fucked me hard. Ian reached forward, grabbed my long brown hair, and yanked it back.

"This what you wanted?" Ian growled in my ear as he fucked me. Taking one hand off my hip and squeezing my tits.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Well, you are going to get it," Ian said. "Every day, you're my new cum dumpster."

"Yes," I nodded.

Ian let my hair go and pulled my hips back as he came inside me.

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"So, you got laid?" Leslie asked as I came home. She met me halfway between our houses.

"Definitely," I said.

I had to change from my jeans skirt to my jeans as Ian's cum was still leaking down my legs. He was right about me being his dumpster; he came inside me three times, not including the one in my mouth.

"I better get some sleep, but first I need to take a bath," I smiled.

Leslie told me to tell her all the details when I woke up, which was already on my mind.

"You're late," Luke said as I entered the house.

"Didn't know there was a timer," I replied.

"How did it go?" Luke asked as he came out of his office with his rimmed glasses in his hand.

"Better than I thought," I nodded. "Ian said there might be some schedule changes as we got a lot of work done," I said as I went up the stairs. "Might be a few more overnights for the both of us."

"I will have to talk to him about that," Luke said as he returned to his office.

"You do that," I smiled.

I took a long bath and then settled into bed.

'Just talked to your husband,' Ian texted me.

'He wasn't happy about your new scheduling plans,' I replied.

'That doesn't concern him,' Ian replied. 'Come in early Monday, I have some ideas I need to UNLOAD on you, and it might take some time to get it all out.'

I smiled as I read it, knowing precisely what he meant. 'You know me, always the faithful assistant,' I replied.