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This story is about a young woman that is seduced by the wealth and power of her rich boss. All the characters involved in any sex are over 18. Thank you for reading. Enjoy!


TIM & ERIN

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The wedding bells were once again silent. The gifts opened, the honeymoon over. They had both lost their virginity on the first night in a honeymoon suite. Their sex was unsatisfying and painful for her and not much better than masterbation for him. She was shy and definitely inexperienced but wanted to be a good wife. She had never been exposed to sex in any way or had any advice from her friends or mother.
He was unsure that he could satisfy his bride. His experience had been just as inadequate as hers was. His friends in school had been nerds and we all know how undesirable nerds are to the opposite sex.
She felt the pain of the first penetration. Her hymen had been thick, requiring more pressure than normal to breach. He had tried twice to penetrate her without success. Her screams of pain had stopped his attempts at consummating their union. Then the inevitable happened, in frustration on the third try he finally slammed through her virginal shield. She was finally a woman, he was her husband.
Sadly, even though for him the evening had been a success, for her the evening was a disaster associated with pain and humiliation because of the pain and failed attempts to satisfy her new husband. For her, lovemaking had been relegated to a duty associated with pain. The only positive side she had noticed was that he orgasmed rather quickly, his longest was in just under a minute and there wasn't much of a mess to clean up, she was sure that she could endure his frequent requests for sex by saying the rosary in her head while he pumped away.
She didn't complain after that first night. She knew her duty and to deny him his pleasure would create strife in their young marriage so she submitted to him. His inexperience made way to a crude almost total lack of foreplay. He assumed that she would be ready for him when he was ready for her. He never got the concept of foreplay being the best part of making love. The sex act itself should have been the completion of the journey not the journey itself.
Oral sex was considered nasty to him. He couldn't stomach putting his mouth or even his fingers where his wife peed. Her only attempt to satisfy him with her mouth met with failure when she accidentally bit his manhood. He never asked her for a blowjob again.
She didn't deny him sex, but she didn't encouraged him either.
And with those beginnings the marriage of the unfortunate couple began. One of duty and humiliation for her and less than satisfying for him.
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Tim

My name is Tim Brower. I am 21 years old. At 5’ 2” 110 lbs I am not in the habit of being the most imposing male in the room. My brown hair is kept trimmed short. My eyes are brown. I am slim and not muscular at all. Equipment wise I have a 4” penis that almost failed me on my wedding night. It was so short that I had to try 3 times to break through my wife's hyman.
But with all my mediocrity, I fortunately have been blessed with a beautiful wife.
Her name is Erin. She is 20, 5’ 2” 115 lbs. She has dark brown almost black naturally wavy hair that runs to about half way down her back, beautiful blue almost gray eyes, a cute little button nose. Her bottom lip kind of puffs out in sort of an eternal pout. Her chest is a 34c cup with small dark areola and pointed nipples about the size of a pencil eraser and a 22” waist. A cute bubble butt measures at 36” and sticks out very enticingly. Her legs are very curvy also with slim thighs and calves made more pronounced by the 4” heels that she wears to work. Think Molly Ephraim from the tv sitcom Last Man Standing with bigger boobs and pouty lips and you get the idea.
We both work for an investment firm in the city. I am in the accounts billing department, she as a pool secretary for management. We met at work shortly after we began our careers at XYZ. We dated briefly and we fell in love. Erin likes being a pool secretary because she is never tied to one boring task for long. Her duties change as her boss for the day changes. We make about $55k in combined salary. I guess I could say with my beautiful wife and our combined incomes that life is good.

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ERIN

My name is Erin and my hubby and I work for XYZ corp. An investment firm in the city. He is in accounts billable and I am a pool secretary. We are a young couple married less than 6 months when this story started.
Our wedding was a beautiful storybook affair with grooms and bridesmaids, a lavish reception then a honeymoon paid for by his parents to a tropical island resort. I was so in love with Tim until it came time for our first sexual encounter.
We were both virgins, me raised as a catholic and educated in an exclusive girls school and very sheltered at home. He was publicly educated but was raised catholic also.
To say we were nervous the first night was to put it mildly. I was terminally shy about my body and had no idea how to make love. I knew that you put tab A into slot B but that was the extent of my knowledge. I had assumed that Tim would have been better educated in the subject of sex since he had gone to public school but apparently I was wrong. His idea of foreplay was to kiss me for a minute then undress me while slobbering on my nipples. Our first time making love was a disaster. Neither of us knew what foreplay was or how important it was to a successful mating. Tim had always been enamored with my breasts. When we first got naked he slobbered on my nipples for a few minutes and then without finding out if I was wet enough to copulate he pushed his little tab A but the slot B wasn't having any of that. When he hit my hyman the pain was more intense than anything I had ever encountered. I screamed hysterically and told him to pull out. After a while we tried again with similar results. I couldn't stand the pain of penetration along with his undersized equipment that just didn't have the length or girth to spread my narrower than normal tunnel and break through mt hyman.
Finally after a few glasses of champagne and steeling myself for the third attempt he was forceful enough to break through. I think my body had sent some lubrication to ease the attempt also, either because of the drinks or my emotions I can't say.
To put it mildly, our first night of sexual bliss had been a total disaster from my perspective.
The ‘love making’ that followed was disastrous as well. I never seemed to have any lubrication when he inserted his penis into me. As I found out later he had no concept of foreplay to get me ready for him. The only saving grace was the fact that he is undersized and he ejactulates rather quickly. So the ordeal does end rather quickly. We discussed oral sex once but he absolutely would not touch me down there with his mouth or fingers. I tried to put his penis into my mouth to give him a blowjob but he said I was trying to bite him so oral was a disaster also.
I just assumed that all married couples went through this so when we returned from our honeymoon I never brought the subject up to my mother or any married friends I knew.
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Tim and I had been back to work for about 6 months. It was a Friday morning when I was directed to HR for a new assignment. I met with Alice our HR director and was advised that my next assignment would be on the top floor. I was to temp for a retiring executive secretary of our CEO Mr. Frank Burns. She had been with the company since its inception 35 years before and was retiring when her hubby retired as an executive from another company. They had plans to travel and were going to enjoy themselves while they were both young enough to enjoy the travel. She had been my age when she had became Mr. Burns secretary.
While I was getting instructions for my assignment I was told who I would be working for and that my basic duties could be expanded to include some travel with my new boss. I was also told that my name had been specifically requested by Mr. Burns. I thought this was unusual because I was a nobody and there were many other secretaries with more executive experience than me but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
As the interview was coming to a close I had the impression that there was something she wanted to say. She just gave me a funny look and said, ”I'm not supposed to say anything about this but just between you and I you should watch out for our Mr. Burns and his roaming hands. I have heard rumors of him and Mary his old secretary.”
My eyes got big at that but I knew that the laws were on my side and sexual harassment was zero tolerance at XYZ.
With that I was directed to the executive secretary's office.
I was amazed that I was going to have my own office !!! Exstatic was the word I thought as I entered the elevator to the top floor. I couldn't wait to tell Tim of my good fortune.
Exiting the elevator I went to the door marked Executive Secretary and knocked before entering.I was greeted by an attractive woman of about 55. She was packing her personal items in boxes as I walked in.
I introduced myself and she said her name was Mary Thomas and up until today she had been Mr. Burn’s Executive Secretary. She stopped her narrative for a second and looked me up and down and said, “you're a bit young looking in person. I hope you are up for this. But maybe I'm just getting old. I am more of a personal assistant to him. His needs sometimes require that I stay with him after hours, sometimes when we are on business trips, weekends and holidays also. As his Executive Secretary you will have the normal secretarial duties along with whatever he chooses to assign you. Sometimes that might include making his dinner or travel reservations, vacation plans etc. You also may travel with him if he thinks he will need your services while abroad so make sure you have a current passport. There are some other potential perks but I will let Mr. Burns go into detail on those. Do you have any questions that I can answer, dear?”
I thought for a second and decided that I would forgo the comments at HR. about Mr. Burns ‘roaming hands’ and said, “No Mary. Congratulations on your retirement. I hope you and your hubby enjoy your travels.”
With that she picked up a small box of her things and said someone would be there later to pick up the rest of her belongings and then she was out the door.
I was poking around my new office, planning changes when I heard over my intercomm “Mary is she here yet?”
I pushed the intercom button and said, “Mr Burns, Mary has left for the day, this is Erin, do you require my services?”
“Come into my office Erin.”
Grabbing a pad and pencil I hurried to his door. I took a deep breath and knocked before I entered.
Sitting behind an enormous desk was an older man. I guessed his age to be mid 60s. He was engrossed in a task and didn't look up as I approached his desk.
I started to introduce myself and was immediately interrupted by a raised hand. I closed my mouth immediately. I didn't know what else to do so I did nothing and just stood waiting. While I waited I looked my new boss over. His shoulders were enormous as were his hands. I estimated him at over 6’ 250-275 lbs his hair was a sandy colored blonde but I noticed some gray. His face was lost in concentration as he worked.
I was starting to fidget when he finally finished and looked up. I found myself looking at a strong face with a chiseled chin then I looked into a pair of pale gray eyes. His expression was blank as he looked at me as if he was undressing me. I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable with his gaze, then he smiled.
“Mary was supposed to introduce you but I guess she was in a hurry to leave.”
He stood and a more imposing figure I never saw. 6’ 3” if an inch at least 260 lbs. He wore a suit that had to cost more than my paycheck for a month. He put his right hand out and said, “Frank Burns. You must be Erin Brower.”
“ I am sir. Mary told me some of my responsibilities and said that you could fill me in on the rest of my duties.”
“First thing is always call me Frank unless we are in a more formal setting. I will call you Erin but formally I will refer to you as Ms. Brower. In the meantime tell me what Mary said of your duties.”
I explained that Mary said I was a secretary first but I would be more of a personal assistant. My duties might require me to stay later than normal, I would be making your reservations for restaurants, travel itinerary or whatever you may require.
“Very good she hit the high spots.” he was lost in thought for a few seconds then said,
“I think the best way to do this is to show you rather than just explain. Would you like to take a ride with me?”
Frank had his own private entry to a secluded garage where his Bentley awaited. Complete with driver no less.

‘I think I'm going to love this job,’ I thought to myself.

We went to a restaurant Frank knew of that gave us privacy and were given a table in an empty room. Frank ordered a light brunch and a bottle of wine. I was thinking that it was way too early for wine but he was in charge. Once our meal was delivered we ate quietly for a while. I knew Frank had something he wanted to tell me. Boy did he.
“Erin I haven't discussed your salary and benefits we will get to that later. First you should know that I specifically requested you for the position. Mary wanted to retire so I had her canvass the secretary pool for her replacement. She had very a narrow list of qualifications that the potential replacement must have. You my dear are the only candidate that met all the qualifications on her list except one and we will get to that later. You have made the second to the last cut. Now is the last cut, if after we talk, you still want the position it is yours. If you decline I can assure you that nothing further will be said and you can go back to the pool with no hard feelings. Are you ready?”
I nodded my head and said, “yes of course Frank.”
.”I am a very rich man. I own or have controlling interest in companies all over the globe. My wealth is so vast that I don't have a clue how rich I am. Not bragging here just giving you some background. In order for me to operate at this level I need someone that I can trust to always have my best interests at heart. A companion in every sense of the word. If I want to know the financial status of a company that I want to buy or sell you should be able to give me what I want as soon as humanly possible.
If I need to go to Beijing, China for an emergency stockholders meeting I only need to call you and you will make every arrangement. Do you understand how important you will be to me?
You will of course be available to me 24-7. Even if you are in the middle of a love making session with your hubby I expect you to answer my calls. Here is a cell phone that has my personal number as the only contact.”
He handed me a new I-phone, the latest model I noticed.
“This phone is to remain with you no matter where you are or who you are with. Do you understand? Any questions?” he asked.
“We only have the one car that Tim and I share. Will I need to purchase another car for myself?” I asked.
“Not at all in fact I was just going to reveal to you some other benefits. Let's go for another ride my dear?”
We rode comfortably in the back seat while the driver took us to a large building in the bustling center of our town. From the front it appeared to be totally filled with high end condos. We pulled up to the front entrance and a doorman opened the car and greeted us. Entering the building I noticed some jewelry stores, a few restaurants and a few boutiques occupied the ground floor.
“I own the building. These stores keep up the appearance of a busy bustling environment. That helps to attract the better tenants,” he told me.
We entered the elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor.
“The mid level floors have office space but the upper floors have condos” he told me. When the doors finally opened we were in a short hallway with only one door. Frank then produced a key card and inserted it into the lock. When the lock clicked he opened the door for me and I stepped into the most beautiful room I had ever been in. There was glass everywhere, beautiful modern furniture, sculptures, paintings. The condo was opened to allow the natural light from the glass atrium I spied on the outside of the living room. There were only a few closed doors leading out of the massive room.
“Would you like the grand tour?” he asked me.
“Oh yes Frank. Is this your home?” I asked.
He just smiled and took my arm.
“Over here we have the full kitchen…”
He took me on a tour of the entire condo. There was a kitchen with the latest high end appliances. The exercise room had every type of equipment imaginable. The atrium was massive and gave a view of the city's skyline. Next there were three bedrooms, each with en suite baths, they each had enormous walk in closets but only the master had any clothes. It was filled with women's clothes. The master bedroom also had a small office attached complete with everything needed for a functioning office including a wall safe. Finally a sitting area with a fully stocked bar. Walking behind the bar Frank fiddled with a touch screen and slow jazz permeated the air with a sultry note.
“Mary loved jazz but you can program anything you want. No rap though. I hate that shit.” he said smiling.
“Frank I am amazed with your lovely home but why would Mary be the one that chose your music? And why are her clothes in your bedroom?”
Frank smiled again and said, “my dear Erin this was Mary's condo. If you accept the position it will be yours now.
I am offering you a starting salary of $175,000 plus quarterly bonuses. After 90 days I will bump your salary to $250,000, this condo, and everything in it is yours to use as long as you are employed as my secretary. The clothes are yours to keep. The jewelry you will find in the safe belongs to XYZ but you can use everything that is there. In addition if there are any clothes or jewelry you may require, the stores and boutique on the main floor have an open account for you to charge anything within reason to XYZ. The boutique has all of your sizes so all you need to do is give them your requirements. Their clothing line includes all the top designer labels. Frank then opened his wallet and produced a black credit card and handed it to me.
“This is for incidentals. You have an unlimited expense account provided by XYZ. You asked about a car. There is a new lexus sedan back at XYZ in your parking spot next to mine in my garage. It is yours to use for all your needs. From now on you won't have the same hours as your hubby so you will be traveling to and from work separately. Any questions?”
I was speechless this man had just offered me a position with perks that only the most elite personal assistants in the world could hope to enjoy. He offered to raise my pay to more than ten times my salary. The associated perks would more than triple my new salary. The condo alone must be worth several million plus the clothes. Did he mention jewelry also? Travel to foreign countries? A new lexus? There had to be a catch somewhere.
“Frank I'm speechless. This is way more than I could ever have imagined or expected. I was told in HR that I was to be a secretary. Mary said that I could expect to travel with you and schedule your itinerary. She mentioned perks but I had no idea. Frank what is the downside if any to me?”
“There are a few. I will let you decide if they are worth noting. First, as I mentioned, you will be subject to me calling you 24-7. When I call you I will need you to drop whatever you are doing and attend to my needs, whatever they may be.”
I was starting to get suspicious of the mention of his ‘needs’ at that point. I interrupted him and asked, “Frank what kind of needs are we talking here? Sex?”
He gave me the look again like when I first entered his office. I felt undressed with his gaze.
“Yes among other things, I am 67 years old and never married. For the last 35 years I have had Mary to attend to my needs. I don't want to marry at my age so with Marys retirement I have been forced to look for relief elsewhere. I had you thoroughly investigated and with Marys approval I chose you to be her replacement. I know enough about you to know that although you are a newlywed things are not as rosy and right as they should be. I know about your first honeymoon night and the trouble he had initiating sex. I know how crude his lovemaking skills are. I know or suspect that he has never given you an orgasm. An unsatisfied wife is a recipe for disaster in a marriage. I promise you that any time we spend together will be very satisfactory to you.
I also know that financially you two are struggling. Young couples sometimes scrimp and save for years to buy a starter home. I would hope that your new salary would accelerate that process.
Finally, and this is a big one here, I know that you two have talked about starting a family. I have come into possession of your hubbys medical records, don't ask me how. His sperm count is so low and his penis is so small that for all intents and purposes he is probably unable to father a c***d. At his last urologist visit, he was informed of his condition.”
“He visited a urologist?” I blurted. I somehow remember Tim saying he had some type of problem and went to the doctor. We would be discussing this when I got home tonight.
“Yes. Normally those types of records are confidential but I have a friend of a friend and besides with enough money anything is available.”
My mind was in turmoil at that point. First of all I felt that my privacy had not only been invaded but put into open record. Even details of our sex life was known! I felt like I had been stripped naked in public. I was so embarrassed! How could this man acquire these details of my life? Did he have pictures? Videos? Then I remembered a certain professor from college stating that in today’s world nothing is hidden if someone wants to know of it bad enough,
I compared the life I now had with Tim with the luxuries that Frank was offering. I also had to admit that Frank was correct in his assessment of our lovemaking being less than satisfactory. Suddenly I thought I knew why Frank had dug so deeply into our love life.
“Frank are we talking just sex here or is there more?”
Frank continued “As I said I am 67. I have never married. I am also c***dless Mary couldn't have c***dren because of an injury when she was a young teen. I have no close relatives that I would be willing to entrust my wealth to. My only salvation at a legacy would be to father a c***d and hope that he or she could carry on after I'm gone. I have chosen you to be the mother of this legacy if you agree. I have carefully researched your background and found many relatives in your past with business acumen. You have everything going for you. You have the dna to raise a dynasty of business moguls if you so choose.. You have your youth and most importantly you have the opportunity to make your life better for you and your family.”
“Does your concept of ‘my family” also include my husband?”
“Absolutely my dear. As a matter of fact I would be willing to let you and hubby carry on with your lives as you have up until this point.”
I was shocked at this point as to the idea that had just been presented to me. I had been chosen by this multi million possibly billionaire to father his c***d out of wedlock in the guise of being his secretary in order to preserve his legacy. Money seemed to be no object but I had an objection.
“I have some major concerns Frank. I am a married woman. I don't want to ever cheat on my husband. If I accept your offer I will be cuckolding the man that I had swore before God that I would cherish above all others. How can I justify that to myself and stay in good graces with my husband and the church?”
“I can think of a number of scenarios. We could approach your husband with my proposal that I father the c***d that he then would raise as his own. No one other than you two, myself and my attorneys would know of the c***d's relationship to me until after my death.
Second we could have an affair clandestinely, keep the paternity from your hubby. He would raise the c***d and no one would know of the relationship until such time that my heir could inherit.
Third and to me the most distasteful, you would be my executive secretary and we not ever have sex. You would obviously lose all your wages and perks upon my retirement or untimely death.
In any case, if you decide to go through with our agreement I will make sure that your family, including my heirs, will never want for anything for as long as you live.
As to your problem with your church you could get an annulment with the reason being that your hubby is not capable of fathering a c***d. At that point we could get you pregnant and I would publicly accept the c***d as mine.”
“That might be the best scenario Frank. I can't believe that I am actually considering your proposal.
This morning I was a young married woman in love with my husband. He was not a perfect husband but we had something that wasn't broken enough that we couldn't fix it. Now I find that my husband is probably infertile and is keeping that fact from me while he discusses starting a family. I can't believe he kept this from me, I'm his wife!
Also I have been asked to have a baby with a man that I just met a few hours ago. My head is spinning here Frank.”
He laughed heartily. “I can understand your feelings. I dumped a lot on your pretty little head. How about this. You take the phone, keycard, credit card and the lexus for the weekend. When you come in on Monday you either go to HR and turn the items in if you are turning the offer down or you go to your new office.”
“Thank you Frank I think that would be best. I do want to at least think on it.
We went back to our offices. On the way I was shown my new car. It was beautiful. Red with red leather. Red was my favorite color.
I called down to Tim’s office and told him that I had a surprise for him tonight. I also informed him that I would meet him at home rather than riding with him after work. He asked me how I would get home and I told him that was part of the surprise.
The rest of my day was filled with minor secretarial work and some paperwork concerning my new position.
I met with Frank’s attorney. He explained how I would essentially be Frank's secretary but in addition he was contracting me to produce a viable heir for him. I would have to sign away all claims of sexual harassment and sign an agreement stating that I would be a willing participant in any sexual activities. Any c***dren that I conceived would be raised by me with complete financial responsibilities borne by Frank. If I chose to remain married it would be up to me to either explain to Tim who the father was or keep him in the dark as to the parentage of my c***d. I would be on call 24-7 and at Frank’s disposal for sex without question. The last document was a list of the perks. I had the furnished condo, clothing, jewelry, car, phone and the debit card that Frank gave me. I also had a maternity leave for 6 months when I conceived Franks c***d. After the baby was born I had complete c***d care and a live in maid and nanny. Once I birthed a healthy c***d I was guaranteed a lifetime income that would insure that my family would never want for anything. After the attorney left I had the rest of the day and the weekend to decide if this is what I wanted.
I left work in my new lexus without seeing Frank for the rest of the day. I had a thought as I was slowly navigating traffic. How would Tim’s job be affected? If we got an annulment would there be any repercussions? I was stopped in traffic at this point so I decided to give Frank a call with my new phone. He answered on the second ring. “Don't tell me that you have already made your mind up my dear.” he said. “No I haven't but I do have one question. How will our agreement affect Tim’s employment status? Will he be affected negatively in any way if I turn your proposal down? How about if I get an annulment? What happens if he finds out we are lovers and divorces me? How about if I never divulge the true parentage of your c***d? He will assume that he is the father.”
“Frank laughed and said, “My dear he will be perfectly safe in his job. His career will go on as if nothing ever had happened between us. He will be given all his bonuses and scheduled raises. His comp and vacation time will also be awarded as scheduled. If you don't let him know of our agreement his life will not change other than the fact that I will be bedding his wife and he would be raising my c***d or c***dren. As I said how much he knows of that is up to you. Personally you are in charge as to how much he knows but his job will never be affected no matter which way you choose to handle your marriage.”
The traffic had started to move at that point so I thanked Frank and hung up. I was glad for the slow movement because I had a lot of thinking to do.
When I arrived at my home I was greeted at the door by an agitated Tim. He started questioning me as soon as the door opened. Whose car was that, what had I meant when I called him… I gave him a quick kiss and pushed by him and went into our small living room. He followed me without stopping with his questions. I sat on our love seat and told him to sit so I could explain everything. He finally calmed enough to allow me to start.
“Tim when we went to work today I was in the secretary pool. Then this morning I was sent to HR for my latest assignment. I was informed that an Executive Secretary position had opened up due to a retirement. The Executive Secretary for our CEO Frank Burns had decided to retire so that she and her husband could travel together while they were still young enough. I have been offered her position. The car that you saw is a company car and one of my perks. I will need the car because my hours will not coincide with yours anymore if I accept the position. Before you say anything else let me explain.
I will be getting a raise in pay with a possibility for additional bonuses. I also can expect another raise after a few months depending on my performance. In addition I have a clothing allowance because I will be expected to accompany Mr. Burns on his out of town business trips and to certain local events. I also will be spending more time in the city so I will have a furnished condo available so I won't have the long commute late at night or early in the morning. Because of the long days I will be spending some nights in the city also. Now the down side. I will be expected to travel with Mr. Burns whenever he needs my services so I will be expected to spend a considerable amount of time away from you. Some of these trips will be to businesses overseas so I may have to spend an excessive amount of time both inside and outside the country. I may be gone for weeks on these trips but I can't say yet when or where I’ll be. That's the high points to my job offer. I have until Monday to give Mr. Burns my answer. Now you may ask whatever questions you may have.”
Tim just stared at me in confusion for a minute.

TIM

To say I was floored by Erin’s job offer was to put it mildly. At first I saw a great way for us to get our home quicker with her pay raise. The downside was her time away from me and our home. Could I be ok with my wife spending so much time with Mr. Burns? He was old, I heard he was in his 60s. I also heard he wasn't very virile looking. Erin had never shown any interest in older men, or any other men, so I figured I was safe on that account. If this offer was on the up and up we could get our home years sooner than we had planned. On the down side we would be apart for longer periods than I was comfortable with. I decided to get Erin’s feelings on the offer.
I asked “Erin what are your gut feelings with this offer? Do you feel that the time apart can be justified with the added income? Also do you think that Mr. Burns has any nefarious ideas as to keeping my wife from me for extended periods? I don't want my wife to suddenly become the company whore. You do know that we are trying to start a family and you are not on any type of birth control.
Her face got very red at the last comment. “ How dare you accuse me of being a whore, company or otherwise!!! What do you think gives you the right to accuse me? If I accept this offer it will be as an Executive Secretary. He is 67 years old !!! He saw potential in me as a secretary not some old man's plaything. Do you think I am looking forward to being separated from my husband? This is a once in a lifetime offer for us. If you can't see that then maybe we have a difference of opinion but if you are going to call me names to make your point then maybe I don't know you like I thought I did.”
With that she stood up and said ”I'm going out for a drive. You can find your own dinner tonight because I may be late.” I could see her eyes watering up as if she might cry. Erin then spun around and grabbed her purse and ran out of the house.


ERIN

How dare he accuse me like that!! I am not a whore!!! Where did he get an idea like that? I was so pissed at Tim I couldn't see straight. I didn't know where to go so I drove aimlessly with no direction in mind. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I drove.
After an hour of driving I found myself in the city. Suddenly I knew where I would go. I found the building that my condo was in and gave the valet my car. I went up to my floor and entered my home away from home. Yes, during my drive I had made my mind up. I was going to accept Franks offer. I was going to become his Executive Secretary. I had not decided yet if I would have his c***d but at the very least I would be his Executive Secretary.
I had sensed a lost look in Franks eyes as he described Mary today, I felt that he had been in love with her. On a certain level I felt sorry for him and the way she left him. Weather she had been in love with him was another matter. I didn't get the same vibe from her.
I didn't have a chance when I was in the condo before to thoroughly investigate all the conveniences. The kitchen was a chef's dream, marble countertops, double ovens, six burner cook top with a grill in the center. Two microwave convection ovens. Two dishwashers. Two industrial size refrigerators with attached freezers. The kitchen alone must have cost well into the six figure area. The pantry was well stocked as were the custom cabinets. All the cookware that I might ever need was at my fingertips. We could entertain many guests if we had a dinner party. Behind the pantry was a wine storage room. There must have been five hundred bottles of different types of wine. I moved into the dining area and noticed the table had to be custom made from one slab of wood and would sit at least twelve people. The chairs matched perfectly with the table. The dishes we're all beautifully decorated china. I next checked the living area out. The furniture looked brand new and was covered with a soft leather. I had noticed the artwork from before but now I looked more closely at the pieces. They were all originals from the painter or sculptor.
Next I went to the atrium. The city lights of the early evening were spectacular. There were different types of indoor-outdoor funiture spread over the room. A huge hot tub was full and bubbling away in the corner. An exercise room had any type of exercise machine available. I even noticed that there was a shower for after exercise use. Tucked into a corner of the room was a tanning bed and massage table.
I was still pissed at Tim over his accusations. I decided to relax for a bit with some wine. I opened a bottle of white wine and poured myself a healthy amount.
I had an opportunity that few women would ever get. The travel alone would be worth thousands of dollars per year. Was I prepared to give up my pussy for this opportunity?
I went to the master bedroom and to my closet.
There were clothes for any occasion. Evening gowns, all types of business attire, casual wear, even a selection of dresses for nights on the town. Every tag I checked was from a high end designer. The ‘little black dress’ selection was very extensive. Some were very low cut in the front. Most left my back totally bare. All were very short. Next I checked out the footwear. Heels of every height and colors along with more casual styles. There must have been several hundred pairs of shoes alone! Next I checked the selection of lingerie. The bra/panty sets were all top of the line custom made designer brands and all my size. Most were see through or lacy and would show my ‘bits’ to anyone that had a chance to look at me in them. The hosiery were all high priced thigh high silk stockings. No panty hose. I saw swimwear in another drawer. There was swim attire in every color and most styles. I noticed all were two piece and some were downright scandalous in what they covered, or left uncovered. I knew that Tim would never allow me to be seen in public wearing even the most conservative of this selection of swimwear. Whoever had chosen my wardrobe had meant for me to always be almost totally ‘on display’ for Frank and whomever I would be around.
I sat on the bed with my wine to seriously contemplate my future. On the one hand I had been offered an opportunity of a lifetime. I had two objectives to meet. First would be as Frank's Personal Assistant/Executive Secretary and all it entailed. I felt that I could handle that part of the job without a problem.
Next was the part I had a problem with. Could I allow Frank to have sex with me, to produce a c***d with him? I had only been with Tim in my lifetime. If sex with Frank produced a c***d could I successfully hide the parentage from my husband? If I were to disclose my c***d’s parentage to Tim would he consider me damaged goods and divorce me? Then I thought of my argument with Tim after work. Would I be Frank’s whore if I decided to accept the position? After all I would be taking his money partially in exchange for sex. What would happen if I never conceived a c***d? What if Frank were impotent also? Would Frank eventually replace me?
I drank more of my wine while thinking of all the angles to my dilemma.
I had decided that I would take over for Mary as far as the Executive Secretary position.
Then I was confronted with the issue of my husband’s fertility problem. How could he keep that from me? I started to feel cheated by Tim’s lack of honesty. How could he lead me to plan for a family that he knew could not happen. Then I got pissed. If he could keep secrets then I would also. I knew how I would play this.
I would do it. I hoped my hubby would enjoy his life as an unwilling, unknowing cuckold because that was his future.
It was starting to get late and I was feeling a buzz from the bottle of wine so I called Tim to let him know that I was at my condo and safe. I told him I had been drinking and didn't want to drive my new car. He wanted to come to me but I told him I would spend the night here alone and see him in the morning at home.
On a certain level I considered this as a new beginning for my marriage. Tim had lied to me by omission. He had let me to believe we would have a family knowing that he couldn't get me pregnant. His male ego had ruined or severely damaged my feelings of him as a virile man. I would have a family. I would have as many babies as Frank wanted for me. As I poured another glass of wine I smiled. My c***dren would secure my destiny well into my retirement years.


TIM

When I got off the phone with Erin I got ready for my night alone. We had never spent the night apart from the first night we were married. I could tell Erin had been drinking so I was happy she had a safe place to stay. It also gave me some time to consider her new job. She didn't say how much her pay would increase but whatever it was I thought would make our life easier. My biggest issue would be the time spent with her new boss. Not so much that she would be with him but away from me. He was an old man I had heard so along with Erin’s belief in the sanctity of our marriage I felt confident that there would never be any hanky panky while she was away. Also the fact that we both came from a very religious background made any infidelity very unlikely.
But still I didn't feel comfortable with the arrangement. How would this affect our sex life? Might the time apart give Erin a higher libedo?
I noticed after our first time together that she was passive when we made love. She was very shy about her body but her inexperience at lovemaking was a plus had I thought. We would learn together what to do for each other and how to please each other. Our first night had been almost embarrassing for me but after the honeymoon I had confided to a few of my coworkers. Her pain was not uncommon and we shouldn't be having problems in bed. One guy said his wife has screaming orgams when he eats her pussy but I just can't stand the thought of putting my mouth where her pee exits her body. Even the thought of doing that makes me queasy.
I wish that I had more stamina also because I always felt Erin was just getting warmed up when I finished. She never complained but sometimes I had the feeling she wanted more than I could give her. I was a one and done type of guy so if she couldn't get off by the time I was done she would have to wait for our next time. I had never worried about her orgasms before. I was raised to believe that women shouldn't be aggressive in bed. That was for sluts and whores. I concluded that any problems with our sex life was Erin’s problem not mine.
I finally admitted to myself that my reaction to her job offer was out of line. I was surprised when I saw the new lexus. I wanted to be the one to give my wife things and at our current level of income our ten year old honda accord was all we could afford. I still couldn't get over the fact that my wife had a newer car than I did but depending on how much her income increased maybe we could afford matching cars soon. Mine would be blue though. I hated red.
So I decided that as long as Erin was happy and her travel was kept to a minimum, I would let her work as Mr. Burns Executive Secretary. When Erin got home in the morning I would apologise for my reaction and give her my congratulations on her promotion along with an apology for my reaction this afternoon.

ERIN

I woke up alone in a strange bed. A much softer and more luxurious bed than I was used to. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. My condo.
I ran the previous day through my mind. The offer from Frank including the desire to breed me with his offspring. How did he put it? His legacy? I remembered how I was against the idea until he told me of Tim’s urologists results. I remembered how pissed I became when I realized Tim and I would probably never produce c***dren. I was even more pissed when I realized that Tim was hiding the fact that he was shooting blanks. I remembered the argument between Tim and I. He had accused me of being a whore even though I had not even accepted the position. When I remembered his attitude I once again felt my anger starting to overwhelm me.
Then I remembered my decision of last night. I would show my husband that I could do this job and be a good wife. When I was with Tim I would show him the side of me that he knew so well but when I was working for XYZ, that is Frank Burns, I would be his in every way he wanted me. If he wanted an Executive Secretary I would be the best damn Executive Secretary possible but if he wanted a breeder my legs would spread any time he asked.
I checked the alarm clock next to the bed and was surprised that it was so late 10:30. I didn't think that I had been so tired. But then I remembered that I had drank so much wine. Wine was like a sedative to me so the ten hours or so that I slept wasn't a surprise to me. When I removed my blanket I also remembered I was naked. There had been no night wear provided and I made a mental note to ask Frank why on Monday. I was alone in any case so I walked naked to the kitchen to start my coffee. When my coffee was ready I sipped some while I readied myself to go home. My shower had multiple heads and was electronicly programmed for use of up to four different people. Once I figured out the electronic controls I was in heaven. The water was the perfect temperature and force. My single shower head at home was partially plugged with the minerals in the water so I had to rinse repeatedly to get the soap out of my hair. There was even a detachable shower head I used to rinse my pussy.
I debated what to wear and decided that I wouldn't give Tim any ammunition to start an argument so I put my work clothes back on sans panties. I couldn't stand dirty underwear and didn't want Tim to see my new undies yet so I went commando under my skirt. This was the first time I had ever dressed without panties and I loved the feeling. I felt kind of naughty as I went to the kitchen to have another coffee before I left. When I was almost ready I cleaned any mess I had made including making my bed. I wanted to show Frank I wasn't a slob in case he happened to come into my condo while I was away. I gave my home away from home another quick check then grabbed my purse and left. It was 12:00
The valet remembered me then told me that in the future all I had to do was to ring him and he would have my car ready when I exited the elevator. WHAT SERVICE!!!
I thanked him and headed out of the city. The traffic was light on the weekend so I made good time to my neighborhood.
As I pulled into our drive I noticed how shabby our little home looked for the first time. The the paint on the wood siding was faded and peeling. The trim was an ugly color and was also peeling. The yard, while mowed, had numerous bare spots, needed weeding and the edges trimmed. There was a board fence in the back yard that needed some missing and rotted boards replaced along with a good painting. The flower beds in the front needed updating with new and more colorful flowers. The hedges near the sidewalk needed trimming and there were a few gaps where the hedge plants had died. Looking up I noticed a few roof shingles missing.
A germ of an idea started to form. To keep Tim occupied in my absences he was about to receive a huge honey-do list. I smiled at my upcoming treachery as I approached my front door.
As I stepped into my house I noticed Tim watching a baseball game on tv. When I stood in front of him I saw that he was asleep. Since our argument probably kept him awake for most of the night I understood his need for a nap but I was feeling a bit of bitchiness coming on so I went up to him and shook him awake.
“Tim are you awake?” I said in a loud voice.
“Yeah I'm awake Erin. When did you get home?”
“Just now. Have you eaten lunch yet?”
“No I was waiting for you to come home..I know you said you were at the condo but I hoped you would come to your senses and come home last night.”
“I had been drinking and I didn't want to take a chance on driving and possibly getting into an accident or getting stopped while drunk. Also I wanted the time alone to consider Mr. Burns offer without being called names. Tim how could you say something so hurtful to me?” Tim just looked humbled and stared at the floor.
I was walking to the kitchen by then. My kitchen was a wreck. Dishes from yesterday were unwashed and the counter had what was left from what Tim had made for his supper and the stove still had the dirty pans on it. This was the moment I needed to put Tim in his place.
“Tim what have you done to my kitchen!!!” I screamed. “I was only gone overnight and you have trashed my house! Get in here and clean up your mess.” He came rushing into the kitchen when I started my tirade. When I told him to clean his mess. He said I had always cleaned the kitchen.
“That's true but I wasn't here to clean and you made this mess so from now on you will clean up after yourself when I am gone. What would my house look like if I had been gone a week or even a few days?” Surprisingly Tim started scurrying around the room emptying then rinsing his dishes.
“I am still wearing my work clothes so while I change you finish cleaning your mess. I will make lunch when I get back.” I went to our bedroom to change and found the room was a mess also. His clothes from yesterday and a wet towel from his shower were thrown into a corner, the bed hadn't been made and.his drawers were open. I had always kept our home clean and neat but suddenly I realized that I was the one that did all the domestic chores with no help from my husband. There was going to be some serious attitude adjustment in the Brower household today.
I didn't want to put Tim under any more stress at this point though so before I changed I started to straighten our room and make the bed. I was bent over changing our sheets and I didn't realize my skirt had ridden up and my pussy was peeking out and facing the door. I heard Tim walking into the room then stop. I was straightening a corner of the sheet when he said, “The kitchen is fin…..Erin why aren't you wearing panties. Did you do something last night that you shouldn't have?”
I couldn't believe what I just heard my husband say. First he accuses me of being a whore and now he sees what he thinks is evidence. While still bent over I finished the sheet and stood. I knew how this looked but I needed to stay.on the high road here. I couldn't let him see me flinch in this matter. Besides all I was guilty of is going pantiless for my ride home.
“Tim you know I can't stand wearing dirty panties so when I showered this morning I went without. Is that a problem or do you want me to wear dirty underwear?” I turned around to face my husband and noticed his look of embarrassment. He started to stutter an apology so I finished straightening the bedroom without saying a word then went to the kitchen and my purse.
I pulled my panties out and handed them to Tim. I said in a very hurt and controlled voice, “Here you may inspect my panties for any evidence of my perceived indiscretion.” I sat in a chair while pulling my skirt up to my waist then I spread my legs so Tim got a full beaver shot. “When you are finished with my panties you should inspect my pussy for any evidence also.”
His face went from red to white when I told him to check my coochie. I knew his dislike for touching my ‘dirty’ bits so I felt confident that I had made my point now.
“Erin there is no need to check your panties or your pussy. I believe you when you say nothing happened but…”
I interrupted him at that point. “Good. Now were on the same page here. Sit down while I finish changing. We are going to have a serious talk when I get back.”
I went into the bedroom again and changed into shorts and a top that I knew Tim loved me in. I of course put clean panties and a bra on. I was going to need all the ammunition I could get to win this battle.
When I returned to the kitchen Tim hadn't moved so I started preparing a meal. I hadn't eaten since yesterday and was starved. My stomach was a bit queasy from the after effects of the wine last night but we usually ate light on the weekends anyway so I made a tuna sandwich with chips for Tim and a salad for me.
We had only taken our first bite when Tim started his apology. “Erin I owe you an apology for the way I acted yesterday and this afternoon. I was surprised when you came home in the new lexus and when you told me of your promotion I was a bit jealous because you will be making more money than me now. Also you had jumped over several other secretaries and I was unsure as to the reason. But now I know it's because of your talent and dedication. When you returned today you smelled freshly showered and I noticed your panties were missing. I jumped to a wrong conclusion again. Once again I'm sorry for the way I acted.”
I was stunned by Tim’s apology. I had made my mind up yesterday that since my husband was infertile I would.have my babies with Frank but I didn't come to a firm decision as to how I would approach my husband in the matter. A plan had been forming in my head but I could see now that I couldn't hurt Tim with an annulment or divorce. I also felt that he wouldn't go along with being a knowing cuckold. I loved Tim. I wanted to believe he loved me. I would give him one more chance to inform me of his low sperm count. If he continued to lie to me by omission I would let him unknowingly raise Franks c***d or c***dren .
“Thank you Tim for your apology. I am sorry the promotion and car stressed you out but you must understand something. If you had been in my shoes yesterday I would have been the first to congratulate you. I know that sometimes our partnership isn't equal. I sometimes feel that I am giving more than I am getting and I know you feel this way too sometimes. I always felt that we are partners in our marriage. Partners are always honest with each other. I want to swear to you first of all that no man has ever been between my legs but my husband.
Second I want you to know that I decided last night to accept this promotion. We have been trying to save money to buy a house and we both know how difficult that is. Most of the time we can't put anything away and sometimes we have to raid our savings to pay our rent. With my pay raise we won't have to do that.
The third thing is we have talked about having c***dren. So far I haven't been able to conceive but when the time is right and I do the baby won't have a major financial impact on our finances. As a matter of fact part of my package includes a six month paid maternity leave instead of the six weeks unpaid that most of the other employees get.
Now comes the part I need you to be onboard with. When I came home you were watching a baseball game, well actually you were asleep. The kitchen and bedroom were a mess. Remember what I said about us being partners and sometimes we must do more than our share? In the past I have always assumed all the domestic chores. Now I may not be home every night so I won't be available consistently to do those things that you have taken for granted.
Tim while I am out there putting extra hours in to secure our future I will need to know that I can depend on you to keep our home clean and uncluttered. This means when I'm not here you will take care of the cooking, vacuuming, laundry, general picking up after yourself along with the outside chores. Can I depend on you to do all of this? It won't be every day but if I'm away for the day the burden will fall on you to keep our home clean, attractive and livable.”
“Of course you can count on me” Tim answered. “You are correct in that as partners we pick up the slack when the other isn't available. But I do want to correct you on one point. I have never taken what you do for us for granted.” Tim said.
“I'm so happy that you agree. Now I have also noticed some things that you have been letting slide outside also.
As renters we have a duty to our landlord to maintain his property and keep the curb appeal. Our rental agreement specifies that for a discount on our rental payments we must take on any repairs and maintain the curb appeal so our neighbors don't complain about this property lowering their home's value. As I was coming up our driveway today I noticed several things that should be addressed. I will make a list for you and post it in our kitchen.
Tim I am so happy we had our little discussion today and that you are in agreement with my new schedule. I know that we will be a much happier couple and our marriage will be stronger as a result of our willingness to compromise. Now we should get ready and go to the hardware store so we can get some paint chips for our home.”


TIM

I had an uncomfortable feeling that Erin had manipulated me somehow today. I couldn't find any fault in what she told me but still I felt that she had led me through our little discussion and called it a compromise. From the time I apologised today she had dominated the conversation. I couldn't fault her line of thinking but I felt she was making decisions that the husband should be making and that's me. So what if the house is starting to get a bit of a shabby look. We didn't live in a gated community with rules and regulations.
Also she had agreed to take this promotion without a lot of input from me. I can't fault her reasoning for accepting it but all of a sudden she was telling me that she had a condo in the city and a new lexus and was going to be traveling for possibly weeks at a time with a man not her husband. I know he is old but still…
I guess my biggest problem was that Erin had somehow taken over the direction our marriage was going. As I said I couldn't fault her reasoning but Erin had always deferred any major decisions to me after we both considered our options.
I did feel guilty about one thing however. I had found out recently that I was probably unable to father any c***dren. I had been concerned that Erin had not gotten pregnant after having unprotected sex for six months and decided to first get myself checked. My sperm count was so low and weak that getting Erin pregnant was highly unlikely. My Urologist had told me that I could be considered essentially sterile. I don't understand all the medical mumbo jumbo but he told me that if Erin ever got pregnant it would be a combination of luck that one of my weak swimmers, there were a few, was able to make it up to fertilize her fertile egg and that one swimmer probably wouldn't have much competition. Also my penis was so short my swimmer would have a longer distance to travel unless Erin consciously tipped herself to allow my sperm to enter her uterus.
After the doctor gave me the results I struggled with myself as to whether I should tell Erin or not. Finally my male ego won. I decided to not tell her and just never bring the subject up. Our sex life was great as far as I was concerned so as long as Erin didn't know, I would be her loving and virile lover. I also stopped bringing the subject of increasing our family size. My thinking was don't ask don't tell.
Life was good until Erin was offered this promotion. As I mentioned, we had always made any major decisions together but in this case I felt left out. The money would definitely help but I just felt jealous of her because she would be the dominant breadwinner along with her enjoying the extras like traveling the world while I was keeping the home fires burning….alone…
We made the trip to the hardware store so that Erin could look at paint chips. She got prices for a total paint job on the outside of the house along with the interior rooms along with names of possible contractors for the work I couldn't do. She picked up several color samples before we left. I thought we would just go home then but she suggested that we stop by the building supply store. She somehow had the idea that our landscaping, roof and the fence in the back yard needed attention. While there she got prices on the materials for the roof repair and fence. Since they also had a garden shop we got prices for all the plants on her list and more contractor references. I mentally added up her list of needs and figured she had several thousand dollars of wants. I smiled to myself when I decided that to do all these projects would virtually clean our savings out. Not gonna happen. I would definitely be opposed to raiding our home fund to fix up a rental. I felt relieved as we started for home. I justified her little shopping trip as excitement over her promotion and would humor her as long as she didn't ask to deplete our savings.
When we returned home the rest of the day was spent doing normal weekend chores. Erin seemed quieter than normal while she was cleaning and doing laundry but she must have still been tired. I figured she had as sleepless a night as I had.
I was getting thirsty while mowing so I went in for some water. Erin was sitting at the kitchen table with a pad of paper and a measuring tape. She had written room measurements for every room and had a separate list of things she found wrong with the house. I knew we couldn't afford all of these repairs and upgrades so I decided to just go along with her and let her think I would be onboard with her ideas. I was standing beside Erin while looking at her list and commented on the cost of some of them. She didn't say anything while she finished writing then put her pencil down and put her arm around my waist.
“Tim none of these items will come from our savings. Now go finish the yard while I finish this and start our supper.”
I just shrugged my shoulders and went back out to finish my chores.
The rest of the day went normally as we ate and watched tv. Erin seemed to be her everyday normal self when we went to bed. I wanted to give her some loving so I could show her my dominance again so I spent a few minutes kissing her then licking her breasts. I was impatient to get to the main event so I spent less time than normal getting her ready for sex then slammed my 4” into her. She loved it. She made a loud UUGGGHHH sound and then laid there while I pumped furiously into her. I was horney because we didn't have sex last night so I came quicker than normal. After maybe 30 seconds I stopped and emptied my nuts while fully in her and shuddered my orgasm. She held me afterwards while telling me that was the best sex we ever had. Then I rolled over and gave her a tissue to clean my weak dribble of sperm from her pussy lips. I watched as she wiped the mostly clear discharge off her lips then rolled over and went to sleep. My job was done my woman was mine.


ERIN

It hurt when Tim just slammed his penis into me with no lube or anything. I was dry and it hurt. My ugh had been because of the unexpected friction of my dry pussy. But that was just Tim. I never understood how the girls at work could say how much they loved sex. I hated it but I was a married woman so I had to let my husband take care of his needs. I was brought up to believe that a wife had to put her mate before herself and that included submitting in the bedroom. I had never had an orgasm from sex, I did rub myself a few times when I was in college but the guilty feelings I got from self pleasure kept those urges away so I had never felt an orgasm like the girls at work described..
I suddenly wondered how bad sex with Frank would hurt. I hoped his penis was smaller than Tims was. I had overheard one of the older secretaries talking about her hubby one day in the lunchroom. Her husband was ten years older than she was so he must have been about 70 something. She said his penis had shrunk in size and didn't get as hard as it once did and didn't satisfy her anymore. Sometimes he couldn't get it hard enough to penetrate her pussy. She was too old and unattractive to find a lover anymore so she made do with her ‘little friend’. I had wondered what that meant at the time but never figured it out and was too embarrassed to ask. Had Frank’s penis shrunk with age?
I dreamed that night of babies. I knew they were my babies and I felt their love as they sucked my nipple