The Part Time Assistant

Wife joins husband at work, but nobody must know. She gets hit on by his co-workers until eventually she asks for permission to go on a date. She has an affair with the husband's boss right in front of him.

Tags: Hot wife, sharing, gang-bang, cuckold, pregnancy, voyeur.

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I was snowed-under at work and my boss asked if I needed an assistant. It didn't take me long to agree and I worked with him to write a job description for an Accountancy Assistant and get an advert posted.

After work, my wife Claire gave me a hug and asked how my day had been. She, at thirty, was a naturally perky blonde that I adored. I still didn't know what she saw in me, especially over the past few years where my workload had made me depressed and inevitably our sex life had suffered. We'd not had sex for over three years now - I was always too tired, but in reality my confidence was very low which caused erectile dysfunction. Claire had been at a bit of a loose end at home - government cuts had made her teaching job redundant and she hadn't found a replacement yet. My wages were okay, so we weren't starving, but it's fair to say we were in a rut. Nearly every evening we stayed at home and didn't socialise much - she'd never even met any of the people I worked with.

I told her about the new job and that I was likely to be interviewing alongside the boss for an assistant in a couple of weeks and she listened carefully whilst she made me a cup of tea. Our conversation carried on and we went about our usual evening rituals.

Later that night, I watched as she undressed for bed. Her body still perfect in the soft light as she sat naked at the dressing table brushing her hair, breasts moving gently with each stroke.

"John," she said softly, aware that I was looking over the top of my book and watching her instead of reading it.

"Yes, love?"

"This job - is it something I could do?"

I thought for a moment. The idea hadn't occured to me.

"Well, it's not that difficult. I'd be expected to train the successful applicant anyway. Yes, I think you could do it, but I'll need to interview and if I chose my own wife, it would be seen as a conflict of interest. Honestly, I'd rather not have to make that choice."

She brushed her hair in silence a little longer, seemingly accepting my concern. A short while later, she slipped quietly into bed beside me. My libido was tweaked by her near perfect body, but I could tell she wasn't in the mood - and my own failures to achieve erection on the few times we had tried over the past months put enough doubt in me not to start something I couldn't finish. We were both asleep quite soon.

Back at work over the next two weeks, HR put forward several job applications having first weeded out the obviously unsuitable. I read them all and forwarded half a dozen possibles to my boss, Richard, who cut them down to three and set the interview date for that friday.

Friday came and I re-read the three applications. Mrs Smith at 10, Mr Clarke at 11 and a Miss Jones at 12. On paper, they were all fairly equal, having basic office experience but not much accounting background. Richard and I were to interview them in his office.

Mrs Smith was a belligerant fifty year old woman. She was five minutes late and perhaps to cover up this embarrassment, was actively aggressive during interview. I would not have been able to work with her at all. Mr Clarke was a 19 year old youth who stank of weed. His unfocused eyes and nonsensical responses made it abundantly clear that he was currently high and within five minutes, Richard stood up and explaimed "You're high. I am ending this interview now, and whilst we're a gardening firm, we don't do /that/ kind of gardening! Get out!"

As we now had a fair break before the final candidate, we had a cup of coffee and a chat. Obviously we were disappointed and I said that if there was any hope the final candidate might be able to do the job, could we just employ them and see how they went? Richard agreed - he could see I was under pressure and neither of us wanted to start advertising all over again.

Noon came around and the final applicant was shown into Richard's office. My mouth dropped! "Miss Jones" was none other than my wife! I sat stunned as Richard welcomed her in and sat her down, beaming broadly. And no wonder! She was wearing a shirt with several buttons undone and showing a considerable amount of cleavage, to which Richard treated himself to a good eyeful as she sat. I sat, still shocked, looking at somebody so familiar yet so out of context. I saw she had removed her wedding ring, and remembered her maiden name was Jones.

Richard was talking to me. "Uh, what?" I said.

"Earth to John! He quietly mocked. "Miss Jones, sorry - Claire - was just explaining that she's fresh to the job market following a recent divorce and eager to prove her worth to our company. Do you have some questions to ask her?"

He knew I did, so I slipped back into 'work' mode and asked the standard questions I had asked the others. Richard was clearly besotted and had already made up his mind, smiling broadly and giving encouraging signs at all her answers.

After a short time, the standard questions were done and Richard took over. He asked about her history; she lived nearby and wanted to "make a fresh start with life". She was happy to take any hours that were offered and had no ties or family life to interfere. She had some office experience and was a quick learner, claimed to get on well with anyone and was especially keen to "do whatever it took to be accepted". Richard's eyebrows raised at this but she met his gaze squarely. With barely a glance at me, he stood up and shook her hand, saying "Well Claire, I think I speak for both of us in congratulating you for an excellent interview, and I would like to offer you the job here and now!"

I nodded dumbly and Richard showed Claire to the door. They paused there and I saw him write something on the back of one of his business cards. Quite clearly, I heard him say "If you've any questions, please don't hesitate to call - this is my personal number - any time of day or night. It will be a pleasure to have you here." She thanked him and as she took his card, holding her other hand on his arm as she did so. A strangely personal, intimate moment.

Then she was gone and Richard came striding back into the room, clearly very happy with his choice - showing more excited energy than I ever remember him doing so before.

"Isn''t she brilliant, John?" he asked. Then without waiting for my answer, "She'll brighten up these offices so much, and she can start on monday! You'd better sort her out a desk and computer!"

I spent the remainder of the work day clearing space at a desk, arranging for a PC to be installed and talking over with HR about induction, work plans. I noticed then that she had given our house name for her address instead of the usual number, presumably so that they looked different, and clearly marked her relationship status as "Single".

When I got home, Claire was waiting for me with a big smile on her face and gave me a huge hug. I wasn't sure how to react, but I couldn't help joining in her obvious happiness and after she passed me a beer, she began to explain.

"Don't be angry with me, John - now you can't say there's any conflict of interest or that I got the job because of you! I'm so proud to have got this on my own strengths, and I promise to try my hardest. And it'll be fun for me to be able to know who you're talking about after work! You know I care deeply what people think of me, and without a job I am beginning to think they might consider me useless, or sponging off you."

I couldn't fault her logic. She was stagnating at home and the company really wasn't a bad one.

I asked her, "What do you think Richard will say when we tell him you're my wife?"

She looked serious then, and slightly biting her lip she said quietly, "Do we have to tell him?"

I was confused but she went on, "He - they - don't need to know. I can't help but think that others will think I only got the job because of you and I'll be seen as a hanger-on. I need to know I can keep this job because I'm good at it - not because I'm married to you."

She looked so concerned that I had to agree, and she gave me a huge hug and a kiss. Her hand rubbed against the front of my trousers, but my cock was flaccid and despite some gentle kneading, it stayed that way. I broke off our kiss and turned away, annoyed with myself and my body. "Never mind," she said understandingly, "Maybe another day."

The weekend passed uneventfully and we worked out how this would work. Each of us would arrive separately, she removing her wedding ring en-route. I'd treat her as any other member of staff. On monday morning, I showered first and left whilst she was still getting ready. At nine o'clock, she arrived at my office and was greeting by Tony from HR. Soon enough, Tony had finished and he showed her to my office and sat her down, saying to me "John, over to you! Claire's ready for you to start showing her the ropes." I smiled and Tony left us alone.

I brought my chair over next to hers and in the relative privacy of our room, quietly asked; "How's it going so far?"

"Really good - everyone is so nice!"

I smiled and started teaching her some of the systems. She'd dressed quite conservatively in a trim blouse with a black pencil skirt but her trim figure was quite obvious and on four inch heels, she walked in a way that caused your eyes to follow and your train of thought to be interrupted. Over the following week, I saw a lot of the men watching her walk away from them, and I knew she already had admirers. It's a strange feeling to know people are ogling your wife, especially when they feel free to tell you about it.

"John," said Richard one day, "Your new assistant is H-O-T! If I was five years younger, and not married, boy - I'd make her my mission!"

Indeed, quite a few of the men - especially the young and aggressive sales force - had dropped by to say hello to her and chat about this and that. As Friday rolled around, I returned from going to the toilet to see Jerry - one of the young salesmen - leave my office. When I entered, Claire was actually blushing! I quietly asked her what was going on - she "Shh!"d me and told me she would tell me later.

Sure enough, that evening - having each driven home a different way - she confided that Jerry had been chatting her up and had asked her out on a date that evening. I asked what she had said, "No, of course! But he was really pushy and wanted to know what else I was doing on a Friday night that was so important. I panicked, John! I told him I was taking my mother for a meal!"

I was shocked that somebody had asked my wife out - but why was I? She was a beautiful and bubbly woman, seemingly free and single - why wouldn't she get offers? I should have thought of this before! She was still flushed and excited about being asked, and started kissing me. I wanted to reciprocate, to take this georgous woman and satisfy her, but something in my mind just wouldn't let me go with the moment. Sensing my inability, she withdrew and went up to bed by herself as I stayed down and watched telly. I went up an hour or so later and she was already asleep with the covers thrown back, her flawless skin glowing in the moonlight through the window. I stood watching her, cursing myself for not being a proper man and taking her as she had clearly wanted.

Back at work the following week it seemed that she had somehow become a target amongst the sales force as one after another popped by through the days to fetch her a drink, ask if she wanted anything, and just hang out with her at the water cooler. This week, two of them asked her on a date. Again, each one she turned down and told me of it in the evening and each time she was visibly aroused. I was proud of her for resisting them, although disgusted with myself for not being able to satisfy her, or even take advantage of her arousal at being courted by these young and handsome men. She'd started leaving a button undone on her blouse, and wearing a slightly shorter skirt that ended just below mid-thigh, having gone out at the weekend to buy it. I was beginning to suspect she enjoyed all this attention and wondered where it was leading. She had also learned the basics of the work I was giving her, so I was leaving her alone more and more as I concentrated on my own workload.

One day I had a meeting with Richard and a new client in the meeting room. They were running a little late and Richard was filling the time by talking about Claire, asking me what I knew of her, what she liked - clearly wanting ammunition to ask her out himself. I interrupted his questions by asking, "Richard, you're married! You're not thinking of anything improper, are you?"

He just laughed and slapped me on the back. "What the goose doesn't know won't hurt her! And besides, I know the sales team haven't had any joy with her - they actually think she might be a lesbian. I want to give her a try myself, perhaps I can succeed where those little boys have failed?" Our client arrived and we got on with the meeting.

That evening, over dinner, I mentioned to Claire what Richard had said. She was clearly interested and made me repeat everything that he had said. She was very quiet when I mentioned about the rumour she was a lesbian, although I had repeated it light-heartedly, she was clearly concerned by it.

That night as we lay next to each other in bed, she quietly said "John?"

"Yes, love?"

"Please don't be angry with me for what I'm about to say."

"What?"

"You know I care what people think of me, and I really don't want to be thought of as a lesbian, John. I've run out of excuses not to go on a date - after all I'm young, free and single!" She waggled her left hand at me and I was shocked to see she hadn't put her wedding ring back on after work as she'd been doing. Why hadn't I noticed before?

"Go on," I said - not entirely liking where this was going.

"John - I'd like to accept the next date I'm asked on."

I was silent. She had actually said it!

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Please answer. You know I love you, I really do, and if you say no, I won't. But I might enjoy a night out."

I thought about this, but I already knew I couldn't deny her. I loved her too and she was right, I wasn't much fun - we certainly didn't go out and enjoy ourselves much as a couple. What right did I have to deny her an evening out?

"Ok, love."

She turned over and gave me a big hug and kiss as a thank you. We drifted off to sleep with her spooning me, soft breasts pushing into my back.

The very next day, Richard made his move.

Again I was in the meeting room with a client - this time explaining our hire purchase contract to them, whilst Claire was working alone in my office. I saw Richard go in and close the door behind him. I couldn't leave my customer - he was a young man just starting up as a gardener and needed better equipment. He wasn't a businessman and was having trouble grasping the subject so it was taking a while, but I kept an eye on my office door whilst patiently explaining the details. After about ten minutes, the door opened and Richard walked out, smiling.

Eventually my customer seemed to grasp it, and left to consider. I returned and raised an equiring eyebrow at Claire as I entered. She smiled broadly at me and approached my desk and whilst holding a piece of paper so she could pretend she was talking about work to anyone that walked past the door, she explained Richard had sat on her desk and chatted away, asking all about her, using some of the info I'd shared the week before. He'd said that he was impressed by her progress at the firm, and wanted to talk about how things were going and how she found it but that he was pushed for time this week and would she care to meet one evening for a meal to continue their discussion ahead of her probation review? He'd named a nice restaurant nearby and asked her to meet him there that evening at eight. I asked how she'd answered.

"I know what we discussed, but I said I'd need to check with my mother first. What do you think, should I?"

"He doesn't normally ask new starters out to dinner," I said.

"Figures," Claire answered. "And he wasn't wearing his wedding ring. But still?"

"If you want to." I answered with a lump in my throat.

Claire gave me a smile and left our office. She went to Richard and told him she was free for dinner tonight, and she would meet him there. For the rest of the day, Claire wore an inscrutable smile and Richard kept whistling a jaunty tune from time to time.

That evening I was treated to the bizarre sight of my wife dressing for a date with another man. She showered and dressed in a pretty floral summer dress over a matching pair of blule nylon panties and bra. She kissed me goodbye and drove off - leaving a hint of her perfume in my nostrils.

It's a strange feeling. Your partner, the person you've spent your evenings with for many years, leaving you alone to share her evening with someone else. I knew Richard quite well, professionally. He liked to talk and I knew he had been unfaithful to his wife several times. I was under no illusion that he wanted to add Claire to his list of conquests, but I thought she would resist him yet still have an enjoyable meal out.

I heard Claire's car arrive. I checked the clock - 11.30. Her key in the lock and she walked into the lounge where I was sat, again watching the tv. I looked up and saw that her carefully brushed hair was a little unruly, and she had a bit of a flush in her cheeks and a glint in her eye. She sat down and I turned the sound off the telly.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fun!" Claire said, beaming. "That's a really nice restaurant - well, it's actually a pub with very good food. Richard was very welcoming and good company. The place was really busy because there was a live band playing and after our meal, we danced for a quite a while. Did you know he could dance? He's quite the mover! Then we sat and talked away from the music for a little longer, it was really nice."

I was jealous but tried not to show it. After all, I'd given my permission.

"Did he, you know, try anything?" I asked carefully.

"Well, he did keep trying to pour me wine, but I was driving so only drank the one glass. And he did flatter me a lot - despite the reason for our evening meeting he hardly mentioned work at all - and whilst we danced his hand did drop low on one of the slow numbers. He definitely felt my pantie-line, John! He made it clear that he found me attractive and that was a big morale-boost for me." She paused and for a moment looked uncertain before continuing, "I felt Richard's cock pushing against me as we danced, John. He was hard."

I know she didn't say that to hurt me, but it still did. My own cock hadn't been hard in her presence for some time. It must have been flattering indeed to know she had provoked such a response. But now - I realised my penis was stirring as she told me these things, but she wasn't able to see that.

"Then what?" I asked.

"Then we sat down away from the music and chatted for a bit. The conversation did turn sexual - he asked about my partners, what sort of things I liked, what sort of man I fancied - you know." I did know. Richard was lining her up for a fuck.

"And then?"

"Then I made my excuses and came home!" She kissed me on the forehead and went upstairs to bed. I turned off the tv and followed, watching her undress carefully and put her pretty dress in the hamper. She undid her bra and slid down her knickers. I definitely saw moisture in the gussett before they, too, disappeared in the hamper. I undressed too - my penis now deflated back to a useless dangling tube. As she walked into the bathroom, I quickly opened the hamper and took out her still-warm panties. Yes - the gussett was definitely moist - I sniffed it, her rich aroma filling my nose. Clearly Richard wasn't the only one to have become aroused by the dancing! I quickly put the panties back as I heard the toilet flush and slipped into bed.