Becoming My Husband's Secretary

My husband James?s secretary quit last year; after marrying one of his clients. He was struggling to find a suitable replacement. He had hired a number of secretaries, but they just kept quitting sometimes not even working a full week. James is a major distributor of swim wear, club wear, and leisurewear for women, which is imported from Brazil. Most of his clients are in coastal areas of the United States and Mexico and sales are seasonal and very competitive. We have been married for twenty years and our sex life has cooled somewhat over the years. I worked as a legal secretary, while our children were still home and he was building his business. When he told me the problems he was having locating a new secretary for his office, it only seemed natural that I would suggest I could fill the position. Especially, since I felt real guilty about spending over $20,000 on slots the last time my mother and went to Atlantic City. James said it just would not work, because his secretary had to wear the clothes that he sold and his secretary had to be somewhat flirty. His clients would be uncomfortable with his wife being his secretary. Damn, was I mad, I still looked good for a forty-one year old woman and have kept my self-fit visiting the gym three times each week. I even look ten years younger than my age. I was determined to be his secretary and we had a few heated disagreements about it for a number of weeks. Then one day during the heated discussion, he said, "Do you realize all my secretaries have always dated my clients as part of their job requirements?" I was stunned, but shocked even myself when I said, ?And I am not good enough for the job?" We both were quite for a very long time. "Honey, you really need a good secretary that will be looking out for the best interest of the company and none of your clients have every met me, I can use my maiden name, and if you will ankara travesti not hate me for it, I can go out for dancing and dinner without letting it go any farther. I just don't see why it would be such a problem." James was still very quiet. I pressed forward, ?You told me your largest buyer will be here next week, and if you don't have a secretary by Monday, let me fill in until he leaves." "I see you really want to do this, tomorrow after work come over to the office, and I will show you the clothes and let you try a few on. You may want to change your mind." The next day, my mind was whirling; I don't know what had gotten into me. James has always said I was stubborn and headstrong. The thought of dating someone other than my husband really started to hit home. It was a little scary because things have changed a lot since the days James and I were dating. What would I talk about? Would the clients want to kiss me. I found myself getting wet just thinking about how exciting it would be. I have always dressed very conservative and never even thought about another man before. But, somehow, this adventure seemed naughty and exciting. I showered late and fixed my hair and make-up, before heading out for James' office. He had moved his office to the garment district about the time his secretary had quit. I have never been to his new office, so I was arriving later than we had planned. The parking lot was empty, except for James's BMW. I used my key to open the locked office door and immediately started surveying the front office. The office had mirrored walls with pictures of models in some of the clothes he sold. The secretary's desk was very modern made with a black metal frame and a glass top with a single phone on it. "I am back here," James shouted. I walked though his very lush office back into the warehouse, and found James picking out clothes. "There is ankara travestileri an outfit for each day of the week and it probably will be best if change here and not at home. We don't want the neighbors talking." Well if you are ready the dressing room is over in the corner next to my office door. The dressing room contained a well-stocked high end makeup on a classy lighted make-up table, and plenty of hangers. As I undressed, I noticed that the clothes I would be wearing were very short and exposed lots of skin. The first outfit consisted of a short skirt split up the side to the hip and a halter-top that tied around the neck. There sure was not much to the clothes and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could not believe how hot I looked and how transparent the cloth was. I could not find any panties that went with the Monday clothes, and my own panty line stood out. Taking another look in the mirror, I realized the outfit had to be worn without panties. Could I really do this? I have never gone outside the house not wearing panties. Well, I had demanded James to give me this job and it appears to be the trend among many women now. And could I let James down? I was getting excited about being in front of strangers dressed so revealing. As I removed my panties, I realized I had become very wet. Thank God, I have been tanning at the gym or my legs would look like crap without hose. "Are you going to take all evening or have you changed your mind?" James called out. Even though it was only James, I felt so naughty going out displaying myself. Walking very sexy over to James, I put my arms around him and passionately kissed him. "Now do you think your wife have what it takes to be your secretary?" His hands on my hips felt so good and his hard-on against me drove me wild. I unbuckled his pants, unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest as I unzipped him. He was travesti ankara untying my halter letting my breast hang free. James lifted me onto the warehouse table. I was burning up with passion. I could not help but to play with my breast, getting my nipples harder as he finished undressing. I felt my wetness moisten my skirt. "You have better hurry, I can't wait," I said, as I moved my hands down to my clit and started rubbing. Wow, oh, wow, I felt so good. James moved on top of the table and I pushed him down on his back. I quickly straddled him, rubbing his cock up and down my slit and across my clit before I guided him into my wet warm hole. His hands felt so good on my breast, and as I moved up and down, out of nowhere a flash of me fucking one of his clients entered my head. I could not keep my moans quite as I kept thinking about a stranger being inside of me. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Oh God, it feels so good." James started rubbing my clit, and it sent both of us over the edge. ?Oh yes, Oh YES, OH YES!? I climaxed again and again. It seemed like it would never stop. In my daze of coming down from the wonderful thunder of climaxes, I heard his muffed voice. "Are you OK?" "Yes, just give me a minute," I barely mummer. Resting for a while on top of him, feeling James soften, and his handsome hairy chest; I felt so loved by James. We finally got enough energy to get dressed. I dressed back into my normal clothes and we went out for dinner. It was a wonderful evening; we drank some very good wine, joked and laughed. He teased me about enjoying wearing the sexy clothes, and I teased him about his clients not being able to business if I gave them big hard-on. It felt so comfortable about talking about his clients and both of knowing I would be dating some of them. On Sunday, while I showered, I got an impulse to shave my pussy leaving a small heart shaped strip of hair just above it. It was something James had asked me to do a number of years ago, but I was too embarrassed thinking about what my doctor would think when I had my annual pelvic. I was surprised that it made me look so very appealing.