Chapter 25

Liz and I play house, and I hire my PA.

With his arm around my shoulders, he introduced me to Ron Gregory, the HR manager, and left me in his capable hands. I think he was heading to Dad’s office to vent.

So for the next hour, I filled out form after form until my thumb and pointer finger locked up. Then, finally, as I handed my completed forms over to Mr. Gregory, I asked, “How do I go about getting a personal assistant?”

“I’m glad you asked. We posted the job in-house six weeks ago and received five applications. Will you also need a secretary?”

“Yes, but I’ll let the PA I hire pick our secretary.”

He handed me five files stuffed with papers and continued, “These folders contain copies of everything in their personnel file except for income tax and identification documents. Their resume, commendation letters, references, and academic achievements are included. Please let me know when you’re ready to interview, and I’ll set you up in an empty office down the hall. As you eliminate each applicant, please return their file to me.”

Sweet! Schools out forever, I’m now a grownup with a job and a salary, and a beautiful woman will be my wife soon.

As I went through the front door of the house I grew up in, I heard loud music playing in the backyard and figured my blonde fiancée was lying by the pool. Should I strip, grab Liz, and jump in the pool or look at the files I brought home and find my secretary and PA for the next ten years as soon as possible?

I made my choice and began reading the first folder, writing down questions I wanted to ask. The house phone rang as I finished the second file, and I answered, “Hello, Marty speaking.”

“Marty, this is Gail Lyon, your realtor, and I have an offer on your house.”

“Well, let’s hear it.”

“We listed the house for 3.4 million, and the offer is 2.95 million.”

“Too low. Counter with 3.3 million, but go no lower.”

“All right, you’re the boss.”

Liz came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “When did you get home, dear? Who was on the phone?”

“I got off early to review the files of five job applicants to see if I want to interview them. I’ve finished two so far. The phone call was from Gail, my realtor, and she had an offer for my house, but it was too low.”

“I have something for you to review right here.”

I shifted around to see what she was talking about, and she stepped back, and I could see she was missing her bikini. Liz’s right hand covered her landing strip, and her middle finger was buried between her labia, gently sliding over her clit; she continued her seduction by sliding the tip of her tongue around her lips. Then, not convinced that she had my full attention, she gently rubbed her left nipple with her left index finger causing it to swell and stick out. At times I can be a clueless dork, and I was acting like one now, so she had to seal the deal by moving her right middle finger from her pussy to my mouth. As I scrambled to my feet, almost tripping and causing a major catastrophe, Liz moved over to our well-used loveseat, sat down, and spread her legs.

Brain, reboot, and execute immediately; the password is pussy.

I followed her, plotting my strategy with my knowledge of everything there was to know about her pussy, where to lick, how soft or hard to lick, where she liked my tongue, and how hard I could suck on her slick nether lips.

So I’ve read Chaucer and used the word nether, big deal.

Lifting her thighs by hooking my arms under them, I lowered my head and moved the tip of my tongue a millimeter from her clitoris before I touched it with a light tap. Her sharp inhalation of air spurred me to continue. I blew a thin stream of warm air from my lungs onto her clit and tapped it again. I alternated between air and tongue in a very leisurely manner while increasing the amount of saliva I dripped on her clit, trying to entice her tiny bud of pleasure to extend out from the warm hood that protects it.

Her quiet gasping changed to whimpering, and her hands were in constant motion, like Joe Cocker at Woodstock. By this time in our relationship, she’d learned what would happen if she gave in to her instinct to grab my hair and grind my face between her legs. I’d free myself, sit back on my heels, and make her wait and beg before starting again.

My pattern now was a wet tap followed by a two-second blast of hot air, followed by a stiff tongue thrust against her G spot, an up and down wiggle, finishing with the bottom of my tongue sliding over the moist lining of her sex cave as it retreated to my mouth. Her juices were flowing now, and I loved the taste of her sweet pussy.

“Oh, baby, you know just what spots to touch. Oooh, my clit, it’s tingling, yes, right there, I’m almost...”

I stopped licking, and Liz cried, “NOOO, don’t move away; why are you torturing me? That felt so good, Marty. Ram your tongue in, and fuck my pussy with your magic tongue. Damn it, Marty, why are you torturing me?”

“Don’t give me orders. Beg, pray, or bargain. But no orders.”

I sat back on my heels with my hands on my hips, and her sweet juices smeared over the lower half of my face. I turned up the heat by licking the juices around my lips as I gazed into her eyes with a smirk.

“You, you asshole, I was almost there. Stop TEASING me.”

I stared back at the hottest chick in Greenville and started to get up. She grabbed my arms and begged, “I’m sorry for being bossy, Marty. I need help, baby; let me come, please. I know I said no more bondage, but you can tie me up and fuck me until I pass out. I hated being embarrassed, but you can humiliate and use me like a $10 whore. I’ll walk to the car naked and suck your cock when we’re driving around, and if you buy me a convertible, I’ll drive it topless. Then, at night when you come home from work, I’ll meet you at the front door on my knees, wearing nothing at all.”

She took a deep breath and finished her speech by screaming, “Anything you want, I’ll do, BUT I NEED TO COME RIGHT NOW, YOU SON OF A BITCH.”

The anger in her eyes and her tongue nervously flicking between her lips told me her emotions were also somewhere in the middle. Then she said something that shocked me, and it wasn’t what she said as much as the voice she used, timid and docile.

“You can even fuck, I mean, if you want, you can have my, um, you know, um, my virgin ass. There, I said it; you can fuck my ass.”

While she made that last declaration, her eyes were focused on my knees at eye level, and her cheeks were wet.

I started to unbuckle my belt when Liz dropped to her knees and finished the job before forcefully removing my slacks and shorts. From her knees, she reached up and, in one motion with her hands, ripped my shirt open while sending the buttons flying through the year.

Woe is me; life is so rough when your wife, okay almost-wife, is gorgeous, loves door numbers one and two of the three doors of sex, and now wants to try door number three. She Is vocal, flirty, and very jealous of attractive women who get near her man. Enough thinking, I have a woman on fire, and I’m the fireman with a hose.

Two hours later, I staggered back into my home office wearing a pair of boxers and read the other three files. After reading their resumes and educational achievements, I had a favorite, but two others also had a shot. I had already eliminated two of them; one was because her academic path was as a history major with excellent secretarial skills. The second applicant I rejected had only received her master’s degree in High Energy Particle Physics six months earlier but had no work experience.

I knew I still needed to interview them, and there was a possibility that these two could still ‘Wow me’ and force me to reconsider. So I returned the files to my briefcase and ordered my favorite junk food, a large pizza with the works. Then I went to wake up my woman by gently shaking her.

Ha, me gently waking her up, bump that. After tiptoeing into the bedroom, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her outside toward the pool. When I stepped onto the patio, she realized what I was up to and started wiggling, trying to escape. As I rocked her to build momentum for tossing her into the pool, she grabbed me around the neck, throwing me off balance, and we both went in.