As Beth drove toward home, she was ecstatic at being hired . . . at being accepted. Not to
have been hired would have been a rejection. She wasn`t any different from anyone else.
Acceptance felt great, rejection sucked, as today`s generation of teens would say. She
also knew that Norm would be enthusiastic about the job. He had told her often that having
to get up and ready for work would make her much more conscious of her appearance. She
would watch her weight more carefully, not that weight had become a problem yet, but she
knew that it could become one. Moreover, she would be more discerning about what she wore.
No more sweat suits. Grooming, make-up, her hair, all would be more important to her as a
working woman than as someone who didn`t have obligations outside the home. She had to
admit that she could clean the house in an hour and that she spent far too much time
watching soap operas, Oprah, and other daytime drivel.
For Norm though, he thought that a job outside the home would make her sexier, more
sexual, much more interesting. Interesting to him and to maybe others. There was no
getting around it. Like most couples married for two decades, the temperature between the
sheets of their king-size bed had been lowered a degree or more with each of the last
several passing years. They were in a sexual rut. Nothing seemed exciting anymore for
either of them. Life had become predictable. There were seldom surprises. Maybe Norm was
right, she thought. Maybe working will add a spark to our lives.
When he opened the door that afternoon, she rushed into his arms, planted a big kiss on
his lips and said, "I got a job today, honey. I start tomorrow," she said proudly.
"Really? Tell me all about it," he said as he took off his sport coat and tossed it on an
upholstered chair in the living room.
"It`s in a law office in downtown Denver. Just a small, one-man office. The lawyer is an
older man named Trip Washington."
Norm took her in his arms held her up, and spun her around as she held on tight and
laughed. "We`ll go out and celebrate," he said excitedly.
Norm wore his Sunday blue suit. Beth wore a black, above-the-knee, strapless evening
dress that had been hanging in the back of her closet for three years. She had worn it
only once, to the school district dance that was a command performance. He thought she
looked beautiful and sexy then, and just as attractive and desirable now. Her long, left
leg was exposed halfway up her thigh by the slit in the side of the frock. No question she
was overdressed for dinner, but neither of them cared what anyone else thought.
They splurged. It wasn`t often, only for very special occasions, when they went out to a
nice restaurant that charged as much for one meal as their grocery budget was for more
than a week. Beth could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that they had
purchased a bottle of champagne to celebrate something. They had consumed half the
contents of the green bottle when Norm said, "so honey, tell me everything about the
job."
"I don`t know very much about it yet. Let`s see. Oh yes, he only does criminal work. I
got the idea that his cases aren`t the high profile cases that we read about in the
newspapers, and see on the ten o`clock news. He described his clients to me as `the dregs
of society.` They`re thieves, pimps, prostitutes, drug users and small-time dealers, con
artists, smut dealers, parole violators and DUI`s, cases like that," she explained.
Wow! Thought Norm. He wanted her to get out in the world and this seemed to be more than
he could have hoped for. "And you`re okay with that? I mean, are you okay with the type of
cases he handles?" he asked as he took her hand and leaned closer to her.
"Mr. Washington . . . he told me to call him Trip, asked me the same thing. I don`t think
it will be a problem. Do you?" she asked with concern.
"You said he`s had other women working for him, and the last one worked there for four
years. I guess it won`t be a problem."
"By the way I was dressed for the interview he thought I might not be comfortable working
there. He also told me that I couldn`t wear slacks and would have to wear high heels. Sort
of an office dress code I guess."
What she told him couldn`t have pleased Norm more. He thought Beth needed to fly from the
comfort and safety of her familiar nest and experience what the real world was like. He
imagined Trip`s clientele, and even Trip himself, being treated to glimpses of his
gorgeous wife; especially, wearing dresses and skirts. She sure had the figure for that
attire, though she hadn`t been willing to let anyone but him know it, except on very rare
occasions like tonight. Urging her to get a job might just have done the trick, he hoped.
He wondered if working in the law office of Trip Washington would help her to lose some of
her inhibitions and become the hot wife he believed she had the potential of becoming.
"Oh baby,” Norm said, “I think that`s terrific. You`ll look great. You know that I`ve
always thought that it was a shame to cover up your fabulous legs."
Beth knew that was true. Norm had begged her to wear short skirts and to skip pantyhose
for years. "Better be careful what you wish for fella," she warned. "Remember the kinds of
people that will be looking at them." She sipped from her champagne glass, giggled then
said, "though it`s not likely that they will find an old married gal like me very
interesting."
"That`s where you`re as wrong as wrong can be," said Norm seriously. "You really don`t
know how beautiful you are, do you?" Before she could answer he said, "I have to tell you
honey, it really makes me hot to think of you being ogled and lusted after."
This was not the first time that he had said something like that. However, this was the
first time that there was a potential for it to happen in a new environment.
Beth hesitated for a second, looked down at her plate then said quietly, "there`s one
other thing you should know . . ."
"What`s that?"
"Trip, he . . . he`s well he`s black."
This revelation made her new job even better to Norm. Not only would the old lawyer`s
clients be ogling his beautiful wife but the old black man himself would be spending more
time with her than any other man. "Is that a problem for you?" Norm asked.
"Well no, not really. I just thought that when you consider: the part of the city where
the office is located, the type of clients that he serves and the fact that he`s black,
collectively, might cause you to think that this isn`t the right job for me."
He held both of his wife`s hands and said, "on the contrary love, it sounds like the
perfect job for you."
When they returned home, the temperature between the sheets of their bed had already been
turned up a notch. That night they slipped under the covers naked. Usually she wore
panties and a T-shirt, and he wore his boxers to bed. Several years of predictable
behavior seemed to have been erased. Excitement, that had been missing from their
lovemaking for many years, was in bed with them. A sense of adventure that had been
lacking was present as they kissed, touched and eventually became one. Maybe Norm had been
right, Beth thought as his thick, hard cock entered her for what must have been the
thousandth time. After-all, she had only gone out and applied for a job, and yet both
seemed hotter than they had been in years.
After each of them climaxed and while sheens of sweat still covered their bodies, they
lay on their sides pressed as tightly together as possible, as they always did. Norm
spooned her from behind. His flaccid, still-wet penis wedged between the cheeks of her
ass, his right arm embraced her breasts, his face nestled in her hair and his lips were
only an inch from her small ear. Then, he began to talk softly as she knew he would.
"Baby, that was fucking fantastic. You`re the absolute best fuck imaginable."
"How would you know, oh mighty cocksman?" Beth knew that he had only been with four other
women before they married, and she really believed him when he said that he had been
faithful during their marriage.
"I just know. You`re so into it when we fuck, though I have to say I wish we did it more
often. I just cannot imagine anyone being hotter than you. Remember those videos that we
rented last summer?" He didn`t wait for her to answer, they both knew that she remembered
every detail. "Well, those women were professional porn actresses," he continued, "it was
their job to convince viewers that they were being brought to heights of excitement that
normal woean couldn`t obtain. They were nothing compared with you."
"Norm, we`re all the same. Half the adults on the planet are women. We all have boobs and
vaginas. Half are men. You all have cocks and balls. I really don`t get the obsession with
sex. Maybe it`s just a male thing." She wondered if she hadn`t said too much. After-all,
he had been so sweet to take her out to celebrate the new job. She did enjoy it when they
made love, however, there was so much more to life than screwing your spouse. "Anyway my
stud," she said, "I`m glad you like they way I do it, I`m happy that you enjoy it. I do
too. You make me feel so good."
"Do you think Trip would make you feel good too?" he blurted out unexpectedly.
"What do you mean?" Beth demanded as she pulled away from him, rolled over on her other
side facing him and looked at him in the dim light.
"Don`t make a federal case out of it, honey. I just asked if you thought that your new
employer would like to do to you what I just did? That`s all."
"Oh, not this again," said Beth rolling her eyes. "He`s a harmless old man. Somebody`s
grandpa. He`s not someone who would be interested in me or, for that matter, someone in
whom I would be interested."
"Well, you two will be spending a lot of time together. I can`t imagine him, or any man,
not thinking of you first as a woman, second as a person, third as a co-worker, and
probably never as another man`s wife."
"That`s just ridiculous Norm, and you know it. Not everybody is a sex maniac." With that,
she gave him a peck on the forehead, rolled over again, scooted back against him and
wiggled her bottom until his cock was, once more, slightly nestled between the cheeks of
her perfect ass. As she began to drift off to sleep, she could swear that his penis began
to swell.
Beth tossed and turned during the long night. The next morning before the sun came up,
Norm watched as she dressed for her first day on the new job. She seemed as nervous as a
high school senior getting ready for her first day at a new school. Nothing she tried on
seemed to be just right.
"I don`t have a clue what I should wear," she said.
"We`ll have to go shopping this weekend but for today, how about the beige suit and the
matching heels," he suggested.
"That might work. I`ll try it on."
His eyes were glued to her as she stepped into the tight skirt and pulled it over her
hips. She buttoned the button on the side and then pulled up the zipper.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I can`t tell until you put on the shoes and the jacket."
After she had stepped into the heels and buttoned the short jacket, she took two steps
toward him, placed her hands on her hips smiled at him and said, "well?"
"Perfect! You look terrific honey. I`m sure old Trip will be very pleased with his new
helper . . . with his new ass set," he said, emphasizing ass so there could be no
mistaking his meaning.
"Pervert," she said playfully. "Really, do you think it`s appropriate for a law office?"
"Like I said, you look perfect. You have another hour before you have to leave. Though
you`ll be in traffic, I have an idea how we can spend the time," he said as he closed the
distance between them, put his arms around her and bent his head until his lips met hers.
"Norm, don`t. You`ll get me all mussed up. Also, I think I`m going in early today."
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