[MF] I Really Need This Job – Mark/Sally

I know – I know. I said I was all written out. I am. But Sally pointed me to the competition post and she really wants to win it so here I am again. I have extracted a high price for this – I’m going to be satisfied for the next week. For new readers: Sally and I are a married couple in our late 30s and I recently shared our story.

The competition theme is: fetish. I think anyone who read the Sally stories knows that my obsession with her ass is an obsessive fetish at this point – also Sally’s thrill at the risk of getting caught also counts. We have covered both those in the Sally stories so instead I’m going to write about our other main fetish: roleplaying. When you’ve been married for 10 years you need to try things to keep the sex fresh and roleplaying is the perfect option! You can be anything – and we have been: student/teacher, doctor/nurse/patient, cop/criminal, spy/spy, blackmailing – we’ve done it all. But I’m going to write about the very last time we did it – I’ve been writing in the distant past so it sounded fun to write about something that only happened last month.

As quarantine and staying at home continued Sally and I were desperate for some privacy – we love our kids but fuck they can be loud and demanding. Sally’s parents offered to take them for one weekend and we accepted with tears of joy in our eyes. They don’t live too far away so we don’t think we were doing anything wrong in dropping them off and returning home. That Friday night, we fucked like rabbits in our front room for the first time in months knowing that no one was going to walk in on us. Satisifed and drained we then headed to bed and fell asleep. The next day we have a lazy day and then in the afternoon Sally says something that gets my cock going: “put on a suit and go to your office in 30 minutes.” I know what that means – roleplaying time. I don’t know what she has in mind and as I suit up I’m thinking I might be treated to the sight of my curvy redheaded wife in a school uniform. 30 minutes I later I walk into the office – and it’s empty. Sally isn’t there. I’m a little disappointed but I notice she has pulled my desk from out the wall and has put a chair across from it. Ok. Some sort of meeting then. I sit down at my desk and see a piece of paper in front. It said this:

*Resume of Miss Sally*

*Skills*

*cocksucking — excellent*

*ball masseuse — proficient*

*tits — great*

*ass — perfect*

*anal — queen*

My cock is definitely standing at attention now. I want to unzip my pants and give it room to breathe but I know I have to stay in character for now. When there is a knock at a door I say in my professional voice: “please come in”. Sally walks in and she’s fucking gorgeous. She has her red hair down by her shoulder. She’s put on make-up, her lips popping red – and she’s wearing her glasses to complete the naughty librarian look. She’s wearing a white blouse – but she’s got one too many buttons undone to reveal her milky white cleavage. She’s somehow squeezed her wide hips and plump, thick ass into a tight pencil black skirt I didn’t even know she’s owned. If you want some sort of visual it looked like [this](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/bb/79/52bb79059924683e7ae8cdd02bf3d9ec.jpg) but honestly so much hotter. I stand up to greet her and I can see her eyes drop to the bulge already in my pants. She holds back her smile. “Miss Sally, thank you for coming in” I say and she replies in a soft quiet voice so unlike her own: “thank you sir – thank you for the opportunity.” Sweet Jesus.

We then do a little back and forth pretending like this is an actual interview. I learn that Sally is applying to be my secretary. We keep it realistic for a minute or two and then I say: “Now Miss Sally – it says here you’re an excellent cocksucker. How do you think this will help in your role.” Sally keeps her fucking cool – she’s so in character. She says: “I would see it is a part of my responsibilities to keep you happy sir with my lips wrapped around your cock.” I almost cram my fist into my mouth. We keep on going like this for a while longer and I know that Sally is expecting me to ask for a demonstration. I decide to turn the script on her: “thank you Miss Sally but I don’t think we’ll be in touch. We have some excellent candidates already.” Sally’s jaw drops: “what?”. I repeat myself unable to stop my smirk. Sally stays in character and desperately says: “sir, please, I really need this job, I’ll do anything to get it.” My wife is such a fucking slut to me. I decide to have some more fun and say: “well Miss Sally – it says you have a perfect ass but I can hardly judge that when you’re sitting.”

In a second Sally has stood up and bent over the desk. I have a perfect view down her blouse to those perfect breasts and I realize she’s not wearing a bra – but I’m more interested in the rear end. I stand up and walk around the back. I let out a sound of appreciation and say: “not bad”. My hand comes down to grope her, squeezing her left asscheek and she lets out a moan. I say: “that is hardly professional” and spank her. She gasps again. “Miss Sally I really must insist that if you want this job you must act professionally and not make these noises – do I make myself clear?” Before she can yes, I spank her other asscheek. She gasps: “yes sir”. I keep on spanking her – alternating which cheek – her skirt so tight that it stops any jiggling until she can stop herself from moaning. My cock is harder than the Empire State Building by now. I say: “very well – let’s see if your skills are as good as your resume claims.”

I stand in the middle of my office as Sally turns around and gets on her knees in front of me. I fucking love this view every time – me towering over her, her blue eyes looking up at me. It’s a fucking power trip. She reaches up and makes deft work of my pants – pulling them down and fishing out my hard cock. Without another word she has her red-lipstick lips wrapped around my shaft. Sweet Jesus. I immediately put my hands in her hair, guiding her head, feeling her bobbing up and down on my cock. She doesn’t take me the whole way – even now she usually can’t – but 3/4 of my cock disappears between her lips. I feel her tongue occasionally swirling around the tip or gliding down the underside. Every so often she looks up at me with her round eyes and then suck, her cheeks caving in – she knows I fucking love that sight. “Fuck – God – I believe you also claimed you had some competency in ball massaging” I groan out. Sally doesn’t miss a beat. Her fingers are gently massaging my balls as her mouth continues its glorious work on my cock. I have a strong urge to just let her continue – to empty myself inside that pretty mouth. Time has caught up with me though – I’m no longer as young as I used to be. If I cum now I’ll need some time to recover and I don’t want to miss out on the main course. I say: “fuck that’s enough Miss Sally. Please take off your skirt and bend over the desk.” Sally pulls her mouth from my cock and says: “yes sir, however you want me, sir.” Oh God I love this woman.

Sally unbuttons her skirt and wiggles it off to the floor. She’s standing there in her blouse and a dark blue thong that disappears between her asscheeks – her cheeks are still a little pink from the spanking. She bends over my desk and presents that ass like it’s the Mona fucking Lisa on display. I waddle like a fucking penguin – pants still around my ankles – to stand behind her. My fingers grab hold of her thong and pull it down to her knees – I can feel the heat from her wet pussy against my knuckles – she’s ready for me. I nudge her legs apart with my feet so that her legs are spread wider as she bends over the desk and then – cock in hand – I push myself inside my wife’s pussy. Ten plus years of fucking – two kids – it’s still fucking divine. I groan as I bury myself balls deep inside her hot, wet sex. I feel her gasp as I enter her. My hands move down to her hips – pushing her blouse up as I do – and I start to fuck her. She’s so aroused I don’t even need to give her time to warm up – I just start to thrust hard and deep. My hips slap against her ass. My cock pushes into her pussy. Neither of us can be quiet now – we groan and moan, the sounds mingling with our bodies slapping together as we fuck. I desperately want to reach around and play with her clit but the desk makes it impossible – I just concentrate on fucking my amazing wife. She grips me so tight – I can feel her clenching deliberately around me. But I know there was one more thing on that resume.

When I slow down she asks: “what’s wrong, sir?” I almost cum there and then – she fucking commits to her characters. I pull my cock out though and pushes it forward and upward, letting it slide up and down the valley of her ass. Her cheeks are the buns and my cock is the wiener. “Your resume Miss Sally said something about anal?” I hear her giggle – I pinch her bottom to make sure she stays in character. She moans: “first drawer sir”. I reach down to my drawer next to my desk and finds that she put the lube in there when preparing. She knows me too well – especially because we haven’t done anal in a couple of months. I laugh and say: “very good Miss Sally – I think we might hire you after all. Spread your cheeks.” She does as she told while moaning “yes sir” and sweet Jesus she’s perfect. I take the lube and smears it across her tight asshole. My finger is lubed next and it pushes inside – gently opening her tight little hole for me. I push it in and out and no matter how many times we do it I’m transfixed by her asshole clenching around my finger. Once I think she’s ready I smear half a bottle of lube across my cock and places it against her opening. I say: “tell me how much you want this job?” Sally groans in a most unladylike way: “please sir, fuck my ass – you can stick your cock in my ass whenever you want sir”. I’m not going to refuse that. I push forward and we both groan as my cock disappears inside her bottom.

For the next minute we fuck like horny teenagers. Sally is bent over the desk, her blouse still on, her thong around her knees, her skirt on the floor – I’m behind her, shirt still on, pants around my ankles, my cock disappearing between two, pale thick asscheeks. I don’t fuck her too fast – not to hurt her but also not to cum too soon. But as I look down at the view of my shaft sliding between her cheeks and vanishing into that tight little hole I can feel my balls churning. I’m too far gone – I’ve reached that point of caveman instinct where I just need to cum. My thrusts get faster – Sally’s moans turn to groans but she can handle it and she’s moving her ass back to take me. I moan her name as I cum – all pretense of roleplay gone in this moment of ecstasy – I empty myself inside her ass and then I collapse bent over on top of her panting for breath. She gives me a few moments before laughing: “someone enjoyed themselves?” I grunt a yes. But I know there’s one more thing to do. Not pulling my cock out of her ass yet even though it’s deflating – I pull her upright so I’m standing behind her and I reach around and push my hands between her thighs. I find her clit. She’s so turned on that I think my fingers make only a handful of up and down motions before she’s trembling against me, cumming herself. If only I was younger I’d fuck her all over again. Instead we take ourselves off to the bathroom and shower together before retreating to the couch to watch Netflix which isn’t a fucking kid’s show. We had other things to do than just sex while the kids were away.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3srcb/mf_i_really_need_this_job_marksally