Be Careful What You Wish For.. #Part1 [MFF][BDSM][FDOM][RELUC]

So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.

That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.

Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork.

"Hi Dave, just wanted to introduce you to the new secretary, Hannah!"

I breathed a deep sigh to vocalise my annoyance at being interrupted and looked up, and was instantly stopped in my tracks. Words failed to form in my mouth, I just made a stupid fucking noise. She was truly stunning, genuine 'stop-in-your-tracks-and-stare' looks. She stood about 5'4 tall and had a very petite frame, she looked like she took very good care of her body. A tight white blouse struggled against her ample breasts, and a fitted high-waisted red pencil skirt showed off an incredible body shape. Her lips were full and covered in invitingly bright red lipstick, eyes were as emerald as the sea in Maui and ^{I swear to God} they actually fucking sparkled. Her hair was almost white blonde and was very long, almost down to her perfect tight little bubble butt, tied all the way down in a perfect French plat. Her perfectly shaped legs were covered in light hosiery, and her feet capped in shiny red heels.

She was simply the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

Luckily for me, she ignored my inability to form a sentence and stepped forward hand outstretched. "Hi Dave, nice to meet you!" I shook it and managed to pluck some words out of the fog now clouding my brain. "Ahh, yeah, erm, nice to meet you too!".

For the next few months the flirting ensued, and boy was it fun! We had so much in common and there was an obvious attraction. Every minute of every work day we exchanged flirty compliments, stories, anything to stay in each other company. At every opportunity, my hand was brushing against her arm, her cheek, her neck, anything so I got to feel her creamy white skin. Then came the night of the office party. That's when things began to change.

It was the first party of the season, our office had a party to celebrate the anniversary of the company being founded on October 1st, this one was just for the employees so partners and spouses weren't invited. I normally hated this one and made my excuses, but it was another couple of hours I could spend with her. A few drinks, a little food, and I don't really remember how or why but we found ourselves hiding in the storage cupboard. Clichéd, I know. I think we were trying to get away from some awful party game, but we both knew what was going to happen. It was inevitable, the climax of the last few months charades. As people were roaming the halls outside the door, she gently lent into me and nuzzled her head under my chin. I sighed softly and slipped my arms around her, giving her a squeeze, and she didn't hesitate in dragging a hand down my front and unhooking my belt. No words were spoken, I didn't want to fight it any more. She flicked the button with a twist of her finger and thumb, dragged the fly down and reached into my boxers shorts, flopping out my rapidly thickening cock with ease. Without looking at me she slowly and very lightly dragged her fingertips up and down my shaft as it twitched and grew into life, quickly developing the thickest, hardest erection I had ever had. As it reached it's peak, she grabbed it hard in her palm and started working me like a pro, and I collapsed against the shelves unable to hold my own weight. She whispered "Let me take care of you" and dropped to her knees, gently staring to kiss and nip at my throbbing swollen head. Her hand expertly danced up and down the shaft as she sucked the whole head into her mouth, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. It had been so long since I'd had any female attention it was always going to end far to quick. She started playfully kneading and tugging at my balls with her spare hand, sucking harder and deeper now, her thumb and forefinger milking the base of my cock. It's like she wanted me to finish, she was not wasting time. She knows I hadn't cum for months, we talked about it all the time. She almost seemed desperate for it. I glanced down at her and she peered back up at me, nodding and squeezing my sack as if to let me know it was OK, to let me know I could cum. I let go, and years of pent up sexual tension started to pour into her mouth in hot, thick sticky waves, and she lapped it all up. I sunk my hands into her hair gripping tightly and groaned as the cum kept flowing, and she just kept sucking and milking, eager for every last drop. After about a minute it finally stopped, and she slowly drew back from my cock, lips pursed tight. She was obviously holding it all in her mouth. Panting hard, I watched as she stood with a massive smile on her face, and stared deep into my eyes as she swallowed. Hard. It must have been a big load, but it all went down in one big gulp. She made a big 'ahh' sound and grabbed the lapels of my shirt, kissing me deeply before pushing me back a little and staring at my face, noses almost touching. Her expression had changed, she looked… serious, almost determined, mouthing quietly:

"You are mine now, bitch".

And with that, she walked out and shut the door. Well I thought that was odd, but I didn't care. I had just had the best blowjob of my entire life. I stood leaning for a while to catch my breath, tidied myself up and left for home.

Hannah was now on holiday for the next few weeks, so I didn't see her for a while after that. Slowly as the days past, I felt more and more guilty and decided that it couldn't happen again. I would have a chat with her when she got back, she would be in the day of the office Halloween party. I would take her to one side, and tell her it can't happen again. I'm sure she would understand.

What happened next changed my life forever.

For some reason Hannah wasn't in during the day, but I heard from colleagues that she would be arriving at the party. Dammit, I was hoping to talk to her before, Jennifer would be at the party. I started to panic as the day went on. Would she out me? Is this it for my marriage? It got to 5PM and I started drinking, I needed to calm the fuck down. Turns out I had a little too much dutch courage, and I passed out in my office before the party even began.

As I came to my head felt really fuzzy, a lot worse than it ever had from drinking before. I can normally handle my drink, why did I feel this crappy? I could hear the party in full swing outside my office door, I assume no one realised I was in here. I tried to raise my hand to rub my head, only to discover that they were cuffed together behind the chair. What the fuck? Was this a prank? I tried to look around, but every move of my head made me want to throw up.

"You shouldn't be awake yet."

Fuck. It was her, it was Hannah. I'd recognise that voice any day. Where was she? I couldn't work out where in the room she was. Suddenly she slipped in front of me, hands on hips. I could only see her silhouette, she looked as thought she was dressed as a slutty cop. That explains the cuffs.

"You have been a very, very naughty boy."

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I didn't understand what was going on. Were we having sex? What did she say about waking up? Without a word, she started to hitch up her already short skirt, and started wiggling out of her panties. She rolled them up in a ball and slowly started to walk up to me, and I could see a sinister grin on her lips. Despite my admittedly weak protest, she started to stuff the panties into my mouth. My god they were absolutely soaking with her cum. I started to gag as they reached my throat, and she straddled my lap and pinched my nose, blocking my airways completely. Panic staring rising as everything began to fade to black.

"Night night my sweet prince"

What happened after that, I never found out. I woke up in the morning feeling like death, the sun streaming through my office window. I was still in my office. I patted myself down to discover I was still dressed, laying on my sofa. I swivelled round and rubbed my head, trying to adjust to the daylight. Was it all a dream? I glanced around the room for any signs of what had happened, and in the middle of the floor it sat. The panties, a bottle sleeping pills next to my whiskey and a polaroid of me naked, strapped to the chair with her kneeling between my legs holding the camera up selfie style, pouting like a stupid teenager with cum on her exposed breasts. So it was real, it did happen. Fuck. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to take it. I stuffed the picture into my pocket, threw the panties in the bin and checked my phone. No missed calls from my wife, that was very odd. I had to get home, I had to see her, I had to find out what had happened to her last night. Had Hannah done something to her? I would never forgive myself.

I rushed through the traffic at breakneck speed, jumping red lights and nearly causing collision after collision. I just wanted to make sure she was OK. I ran up the driveway and burst through the front door, only to be frozen in shock. Sat on the sofa was Jennifer.. and Hannah. Giggling like school girls over a cup of coffee the both turned to me and laughed, chiming in unison "Looks who's finally awake!". As they burst out laughing again, Hannah blew me a sly kiss. I honestly didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to act. My wife turned to me with a pleasant smile; "What did YOU get up to last night then?".

Part 2 to follow…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3rdvt3/be_careful_what_you_wish_for_part1