Chapter 1

​It was a pretty normal weekend. On Saturday, we had gone out to do some Pokémon GO raids with a friend of ours. As we were finishing up a grueling day of raiding, we went to lunch at a downtown restaurant. My wife was talking about work with her friend, and somehow the conversation turned to retirement.

​"I keep telling him anytime he wants to retire me out, I am down," Jennifer said.

​Maria replied, "You should just offer to be his secretary."

​Up to this point, Jennifer hadn't said anything of the sort, other than a few offhand jokes about me being her retirement plan. But Maria's comment sparked my snarky reply: "Yeah, she wouldn't like the uniform."

​Jennifer just laughed, but Maria asked in a sarcastic voice, "What, the morning hair and mumu aren't good enough?"

​"Nope, she's gonna have to go all out for that role," I replied back to her sarcasm.

​A few more jokes were passed around, but nothing serious, and the conversation soon turned to other things—like their pending girls' trip in a few months.

​Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed, Jennifer looked over at me on the couch and said, "Hey, give me about ten minutes before you come into the bedroom."

​I nodded, and she took off down the hall. Curious, I wondered what she was doing, but I waited her allotted ten minutes before heading in. The bathroom door was shut, and as I closed the bedroom door behind me, I heard her say, "Sit on the bed. I'll be out in a minute or two."

​I had a feeling she was putting on one of those sexy nightgowns she had, so I took a seat on the edge of the mattress and waited. A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a skirt and a white button-down shirt, with her hair up in a bun and her glasses on. She leaned against the doorway in a provocative pose.

​"So, Mr. Brandson, does this meet your dress code needs?" she asked in a sultry voice.

​I gave her a look over with some confusion, and she added, "I'm here for the secretary interview, sir, and you said I had to dress the part."

​Understanding finally clicked, and I remembered the conversation from lunch. "Ah, yes, of course," I said.

​She sauntered over to me and repeated her question. "So, does this meet your needs, sir?"

​I smiled and, deciding to play along, said, "Well, it is quite nice, but that skirt is much too long. And..." Standing up, I placed my finger between her shirt collar and ran it down the seam to the first button before popping it open. "...Your shirt is buttoned up way too high. But for a first attempt, I think you'll fit in very well here, Mrs. Brandson."

​She gave me a smile as she undid another button on her shirt, showing much more of her cleavage. "Well, I think I would fit in very well here, sir," she said, sliding a hand onto my chest. "So, what kind of things would you need me to do?" she asked in a soft, quizzical voice.

​"The normal administrative tasks, as well as some other, more personal tasks for me, I think, would be in order."

​She looked at me with a smile. "Ohhh, like getting your coffee and being on call for you whenever you need something, sir?"

​I smiled back at her. "Yes, I think having you on call to answer any of my needs would be very helpful. Especially for those more personal tasks."

​"I love personal tasks, sir, and I am more than... qualified to assist you with any of your needs," she said, pausing as she looked down my chest and then back up at me.

​"Well, madam, since this is an interview, I think I'll need to see the extent of those skills."

​She gave me a wicked little smile. "Yes, sir, but we would need to keep the extent of my skills just between us, sir."

​I nodded back as she began to unbuckle my pants and pull them down my thighs. She squatted down and began sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. As she slid my now very much growing and throbbing cock into her warm, wet mouth, she reached around, grabbed both of my butt cheeks, and pulled me closer to her.

​As her fingers gripped my ass and dug into my skin, I moaned a little, which clearly got her going. She moved her head back and forth, taking as much of my cock as she could with each thrust forward. I had to admit, I wasn't thinking about much as she worked, other than how good it felt to have her mouth around me.

​When I felt her finger begin to roll around my anus, though, I let out a deep, longing moan. She continued to work her finger around while gripping my ass cheek to pull me deeper into her mouth.

​Just as I was letting out another deep moan, she slowly—and I mean ever so slowly—let my rock-hard cock slide out of her mouth.

​"From the sounds of that, you enjoyed my skills, sir," she commented with a smile, licking her lips.

​I moaned in slight disappointment, sliding my hand over my cock. "Oh yes, they were quite good."

​She stood up. "Was there anything else you wanted me to demonstrate for you, sir, or was that enough to get me the job?" She had a look that clearly communicated what she wanted.

​"Well, there is one other thing we need to establish before I can give you the job," I said, grabbing her by the arm and guiding her toward the bed.

​She caught herself, pushing her ass into the air. "But sir, what if..." she said as I grabbed the hem of her skirt and began pulling it up, "...what if someone walks in, sir?" She moaned as I slapped her now-bare ass with my hand.

​I didn't say anything, and she spread her legs open for me. When I pushed my way into her wet pussy, she let out a long moan. "Oh, fuck yes," she said as I slid deeper into her.

​I was balls-deep in her and then slowly pulled out.

​"Oh god, you're so big," she said as I let the head of my cock linger just enough to keep her open, before sliding it back in hard and deep.

​"Oh, fuck," she moaned with a sigh as I began to retreat for my next thrust.

​She was moaning and sighing with each and every thrust. Having almost reached release in her mouth earlier, I knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't hold myself back—and to be honest, I didn't care. I wanted her, and I loved the way I felt inside of her. Her grip around me was always tight, but something about having her at this angle made it just a little tighter.

​When she began to cum, I felt her squeeze down on me, making it impossible for me to move until she finally let loose and I was able to continue pounding inside of her. I felt it begin to rise up inside of me like a wave, building with each thrust, growing more and more powerful. Finally, I let loose. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her back hard and held her in place as I gave my final three or four deep, hard thrusts.

​She fell to the bed when I released her hips. Taking several long, deep breaths, I stood there trying hard to catch my own while she fought for hers.

​When she had regained her composure, she said in a faint, breathy voice, "So, sir... was that good enough to get me the job?" She had a wry smile stretching from ear to ear.

​I smirked and replied, "I think on a probationary period, it will do just fine."

​She just smiled and said, "Good. Then see you next Tuesday, sir," and slid out of bed to change and go to the bathroom.

​When she came back and lay next to me in bed, she commented with a deep, sleepy sigh, "You know, I think we should try that more often."

​"What, the sex?" I replied, equally sleepy.

​"Just the roleplay. Kinda thought it was fun to play someone else for a little while." She lay on my chest and added with a smirk, "Maybe next time I can find out all those things your wife doesn't do for you?"

​"But you are my wife?" I replied.

​She countered, "Oh no, sir, I am your new secretary."

​I shrugged. "If you say so, honey," I said, kissing her on the forehead before closing my eyes for sleep.

​Just before drifting off, I said, "Well, if you're not going to be my wife, you're gonna need a different name."

​"Now that is a great idea," she said, snuggling in close and wrapping her legs around me.