My Sister-in-Law’s Workplace Struggle

Just after Sharon and I were married, we relocated interstate for my job at the head office, which offered higher pay. My wife worked in advertising and had no trouble finding a new job with a local agency, although at a lower salary. Her boss was a woman, a situation she wasn’t used to, and I tried to offer her tips on how to handle it. She eventually settled in, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

It was six months later that Sharon came home from a work party very drunk, and I was relieved when she remembered where she lived and the taxi driver didn’t try anything. The next day, she had a monster headache, and after tip-toeing around the house, I left for a long walk. She eventually apologized, and I joked that I’d forgive her if we had sex. That was the wrong thing to say, and it took until Monday night for us to have sex again.

Two weeks later, Sharon came home excited because her boss’s PA had resigned, and the boss was looking for a new one from within the company. I warned her not to get her hopes up, but she didn’t take it well. “What, you don’t think I could do it?” she yelled, and I said, “Of course you could.” I thought to myself, “Let her learn the hard way.”

Each night, Sharon would come home saying her boss was interviewing staff members, but she hadn’t asked her to participate. I wasn’t surprised, but I stayed silent. Then, on a Friday night, Sharon came home very excited: “My boss wants to come and talk to me about the P.A. job.” I was a bit surprised but happy that at least she’d get an interview, and the fact that her boss would come to our house was unusual.

“I will make myself scarce,” I said, but Sharon said, “No, honey, she wants to meet you and discuss the job.” Very strange, but I said I’d stay, and I was interested to see how it would play out. Sharon told me that her boss, Marcie, was around 40, with a strong personality and a reputation for being gay. “The classic definition of a lesbian,” I thought.

But Marcie turned out to be bisexual, and we were both in her sights. The interview was getting stranger by the minute. Marcie arrived on Saturday, and Sharon was super anxious. “I really want this job,” she said. “It’s more money, and it will be exciting.” I must admit I was excited, but I was also concerned that Sharon was putting too much importance on this interview.

When Marcie arrived, I was surprised by how stunning she looked. She had a form-fitting dress, high heels, and her blonde hair was down on her shoulders. “Please sit down,” I said, trying to stay cool. “Would you like coffee or maybe some wine, Ms. Wilson?” Sharon asked. “I think wine, dear. And please, call me Marcie when we’re not in the office.”

“I am very happy with your wife’s work,” Marcie said, looking at my crotch. I was sure my erection was visible, and I quickly sat down. Sharon went red. “You better drink slowly, Sharon,” Marcie said. “We wouldn’t want you to get drunk like you did at the staff party, would we?” Sharon was embarrassed, and I was left wondering just what she had said that was so interesting.

“Now I like to visit my employees at home to see how they live and to meet their other half,” Marcie began. “So, Rod, perhaps you could give me a tour of your home.” I was a bit wary, but for Sharon’s sake, I stood up and invited her to look around.

As we headed up the hallway, Marcie whispered, “Maybe you’d like to adjust yourself, honey.” I had been hard ever since she arrived, and I tried to stay calm. “Oh, you’re shy, honey,” she said. “Not at all like Sharon described you to her friend Ruth. I heard all about your little games. The sexy clothes and the naked romps. Sounds like fun.”

I was shocked that Sharon had blurted out our sex life to someone named Ruth, who had obviously told Marcie. Marcie was laughing and said, “Don’t be afraid, my dear. I don’t bite…or at least, not too much.” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

Sharon appeared dressed in a very short skirt, a tight blouse, high heels, and no underwear. “Oh my, you do look delightful,” Marcie said. “I really like the way your nipples are trying to poke holes in that blouse. Maybe we should go to the bedroom and see what other clothes you have.” Sharon was feeling weird dressing in front of Marcie, but Marcie said, “OK, honey. Come, we’ll take care of that.”

As we went to the bedroom, Marcie said, “So you don’t like dressing like that for me? Let me fix that,” and she started to unbutton Sharon’s blouse and remove it. “Oh my, what beautiful breasts you have,” she gushed, and started to fondle them. “Take off that skirt,” Marcie said, “so you’re not dressed sexy for me.”

Seconds later, Sharon stood there naked except for her shoes. “Please, Marcie,” Sharon gasped. “Relax, darling. You’re my new P.A., and now I’ll show you and your husband what that entails.” Marcie stepped back, quickly shedding her dress, and I actually moaned. She was magnificent, shapely, with pert boobs and a shaved pussy.

“Come and join us, Rod. Get your gear off. Let me see that cock that Sharon bragged about,” Marcie said. Yes, Sharon had told Ruth everything, including about my 7-inch weapon. “Now, Rod, I know you’ve never cheated on Sharon, so let me ask her: Sharon, if I lick you, will you permit Rod to fuck me?”

Sharon stood there thoroughly shocked, but she eventually surrendered and began to kiss Marcie. My cock was throbbing as I watched Marcie lay Sharon on the bed and dive her head between her legs. Sharon squealed as Marcie went to work.

With Marcie on her hands and knees eating my wife’s snatch, there was only one course of action. I moved in behind her and drove my cock balls deep in one lustful thrust. For the next 15 minutes or so, I paced myself carefully. If this was the only time I got to fuck her, I was going to make it last.

All the time Sharon was squealing and moaning and Marcie was making groaning noises, muffled as she feasted on Sharon’s pussy and clit. I didn’t know how many times Sharon came or that Marcie came. Sharon told me later that she had one long orgasm.

When I finally couldn’t hold off any longer, I grabbed Marcie’s hips and pounded her furiously and came so hard my head was spinning. We laid on the bed, puffing and panting. “Oh, Sharon,” Marcie whispered, “you told Ruth what a great fuck Rod was, and you didn’t lie. Thank you. Both of you. This was so much better than I had hoped.”

Shortly after, Sharon and Marcie took a shower together and got each other off, more fondling than washing. They got dressed while I showered, and I came out just wrapped in a towel.

“You seem to have enjoyed that, Rod,” Marcie said, smiling. “I think we’ll have to do it again sometime.” I just nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. I had no idea that this job interview would turn into a night to remember.

As we chatted, Sharon looked at me and said, “You know, I think I’m going to like working for Marcie.” I nodded in agreement. Who knew that getting a new job would lead to a night of passion and a new dynamic in our relationship?

Marcie smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re excited, Sharon. And Rod, I think we’ll get along just fine.” I couldn’t help but agree with her. This was definitely a job interview like no other.

Sharon’s eyes sparkled as Marcie’s lips grazed hers, sending a thrill of excitement through her veins. “Monday, I’ll announce the promotion,” Marcie whispered, her breath dancing across Sharon’s skin. “We’ll discuss the salary privately, and I’m sure you’ll be pleased with what I have in mind.”

“Rod, consider this a warning,” Marcie added, her gaze flicking to their colleague. “There may be times when Sharon needs to accompany me on business trips. But I promise you’ll be well taken care of.”

“And Sharon, please, no more excessive drinking,” Marcie said, her voice tinged with amusement. “I wouldn’t want to have to worry about you.”

Sharon smiled, her lips still tingling from Marcie’s kiss. “We promise to keep this between us,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Marcie turned to leave, Rod raised an eyebrow. “I think my wife will be thrilled with the…ahem…’gift’ you gave her.”

Marcie laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Sharon’s spine. “Indeed, darling, it’s lovely.”

Sharon turned to me, a grin spreading across her face. “I’m a P.A.!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

“And your boss is a total slut,” I replied, a smile spreading across my own face.

Sharon’s laughter echoed through the room as she shed her towel, revealing her sleek, toned body. “Mmm, I need cock,” she purred, her gaze locked on mine.

“Apologize for fucking my boss,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I dropped to my knees, my cock springing to attention as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’m so sorry, Sharon,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her skin. “I had no idea you were Marcie’s type.”

Sharon’s laughter was music to my ears as she guided me back onto the bed. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun on those business trips,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.