Amy (closed for Lord_Johnny)

[SannaBlonde]

Amy was 43 years old. Well she would be in August, which was in 3 months time. Her husband Kevin was 10 years her senior, which didn’t make her less age-conscious - quite the opposite in fact. There was nothing wrong with him. He was a good man, faithful, kind and hard working. Prone to some lighter bouts with depression but she could handle that. He’d always been a fit man, a runner. Slim. Since his 40th birthday though, bad knees had prevented him from long distance running and that combined with his age and the natural law of gravity had given him a bit of a belly.

Amy on the other hand seemed to defy the laws of gravity. That’s what her friends said anyway. She worked out a lot but still - she was 42 and a mother and my god shouldn’t she at least have some marks and some extra pounds? That’s what they told her. Amy was 5,2’ so fairly short and petite - she only weighed 100 pounds, her body still nice and firm and slender with shockingly red hair, wavy and long - and big blue eyes.Her skin was pale white, like redheads often were. She had a b cup, her breasts still perky and looking upwards. The only thing ‘big’ on her was her ass. Round and shapely. It was her ass and tits that her friends were mainly jealous of. Amy laughed at that, and yeah sure, she got it.

Amy and Kevin lived in a newly built building closer to the city to where they had lived earlier - a big house they no longer needed now that it was soon just the two of them. Their daughter Laura was on her way out, moving to a dorm in the city. Amy loved it here, Kevin was still getting used to it. Her office was just downtown and so was Kevin’s, and she had the luxury of working from home frequently, Kevin also at times but not as often.

She had a new supervisor at work. Amy worked at an investment firm, she was an accountant and she could a do lot of her work from behind a desk and meetings both online and once or twice a week at the office. Her new boss (which he in effect was) was a younger man - handsome, confident, a little cocky.. Clearly a ladies’ man and well aware of it too. Those times she was at the office and when they had functions or after-work things, she noticed how her female colleagues - especially the younger single ones - swooned over him. It was all pretty gross actually. If Amy were to believe the rumors he’d bedded several of them already.

Over the last couple of months, their work relationship had intensified out of necessity; Matthew and Amy had accounts they needed to focus extra on. During this, she couldn’t help notice what she desperately tried to deny at first - her attraction to him. It was physical. Intense. Amy wasn't very proud of this, she felt guilty about it but it didn't help, quite the opposite it only intensified everything. So she did her utmost not to open that can of worms.

Matthew was coming over to their apartment pretty often the last past month. Amy worked from home 2-3 days a week and so he was there too when need be, and as she suspected maybe not just when need be.. Amy found herself looking forward to his visits even.. making lunch sometimes, and not caring if Kevin was working from home the same days. Well, actually at times hoping he wasn’t.. She had no plans at adultery, god no. That wasn’t her…

But that night when Amy and Kevin were in bed and the light were turned off and she felt Kevin's hands on her.. to her astonishment she felt.. Matthew's hands on her. It couldn't be helped, the more she fought the image the more it was him - now inside her too, fucking her so hard.. oh.. yeah. No. It was Kevin. And he orgasmed too soon.

'Jesus, honey.. that was.. quick..' Amy turned round and could not hide her disappointment.
'I'm sorry... Can I do anything for you..?'
'Yeah.. I fucking hope so...' She pushed his head in the right direction and soon he was eating her out. Amy closed her eyes and now she didn't even attempt to stop Matthew from entering her fantasy. And oh my god how she came...

 

[Lord_Johnny]

Matthew looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a silent nod. The young man was happy with what he saw, and from what the reactions of people at work seemed to be, he should be happy with it. Standing 5'10", with a broad and muscular build, he was just the right size of too big to ignore without going behemoth sized. The blue-grey eyes staring back at him took in the entirety of his face. From his dark brown hair cut in a short cut, to the well groomed and kempt black beard and moustache. The small scar under his left eye that added to his looks rather than being disfiguring.

He then swept his gaze further down, making sure that the light wool sweater was sitting as it should. He didn't like to stand too much on formal dress unless there was a client meeting that day. In the office he liked making sure that things were a bit more...relaxed. Comfortable. He was a firm believer that individuals with proper motivation, and an ability to relax, gave the best results. The fact that the more relaxed atmosphere in the department since he had taken over, and the subsequent eight percent improvement in efficiency was proof of concept, as far as he was concerned. Gently tugging the neckline of his dark grey cable knit sweater to be a little more even, he gave himself one more silent nod, and went on his way.

Making his way to the office, Matthew smiled at the colleagues as he encountered them. His hot mocha raised on more than one occasion to take a sip that had more to do with covering the smile that the women in the office provoked. Their smiles and the occasional flirtatious wink that got sent his way didn't bother him in the least, but having a smug grin was probably not the best way to keep things working well in the office. Especially since he would be absolutely stupid to not know of the rumors in the office. And, while he was interested in what might happen with some of them, and one lady in particular, he wasn't about to jut casually throw a wrench into his department. When he had settled into his office, and booted up the computer for the day, he couldn't help but think about Amy. She was a gorgeous woman, and one who seemed to tug at him the most. There was just...something about her. A spark that pulled at his sensibilities. She was more than attractive, she was stunning in that way that women never seemed quite able to fake. They either had it, or they didn't. And she did. The fact she was married was an extra spice that made the potential reward all the sweeter. Riskier as well, of course, but definitely something that made his heart race, and his arousal grow.

Turning his focus to work, as much to ignore the growing press and need of his arousal, Matthew logged into his emails and began working for the day. The most important was their account for one of their newer clients. It wasn't the biggest account they had, but new accounts always took a little extra time to get set up. The attention to detail in the early stages being absolutely crucial to their ease of management throwing the rest of the account's lifespan. So, with a little smile on his face, he quickly typed up a message to Amy.

"Hey Amy! I'm looking over some of the stuff for the Peterson account. It's looking good, but I want to make sure we're getting everything filled in just right. I know that you've taken the lead so far on this, so I want to set up a a bit of a challenge for you. I know it's big, but I'm pretty sure you can take it the way it needs to be going. I want you to really help me get in depth with this, and if you can show me that you can take it, I'd be more than happy to start looking at some promotional opportunities. I can't promise anything in that direction, of course, but I'll see what I can do.

Let me know what you're thinking, and if you think you can handle it. No worries if you can't, but you're my first choice.
Matthew."

 

[SannaBlonde]

It was Monday morning and Amy had just given Laura a hug before she left for college. She was standing at the breakfast counter, leaning over her laptop and getting ready for the day. The plan was to stay home and so she was dressed for that - a little top and her favorite leggings, all in white.

She read Matthew's email, which had become an exciting part of her work, whatever he was writing to her. Yes. The Peterson account. Amy was struggling a bit. She'd taken lead on it because at first glance it seemed like a pretty easy thing but delving deeper there had been issues. Mainly with Peterson himself, who wasn't being very cooperative. Amy read Matthew's last paragraph once, then twice. Then three times. If she understood him correctly, he wanted to keep an eye on it and maybe help her get a better handle on it. She would like that. Firstly because she was having a harder time than expected, secondly it meant working closer to Matthew.. God. The thought made her quiver but seeing her husband enter the kitchen also made her guilty.

That paragraph... Amy was probably just reading things into it because of that fantasy last night but... it's big.. I'm sure you can take it.. Get in depth.. Fuck. I have to get a grip, she thought to herself as she gave Kevin his coffee.

'Any plans for today, darling? Staying home..?' She asked him and he nodded.
'Yeah. Couple of Skype calls, some reading.. maybe lunch with Robert..'

Amy wrote her reply to Matthew:

'Hi Matthew! Thanks, I will be honest and admit that I have been having some issues with the account as of late, and neither Mr.Peterson or his office have been answering my calls. So pleased for any assistance you can give me. I was planning on working from home today. If you have the time, you are more than welcome to come over. I have all the necessary documents here. Give me a call or a text! /Amy'

 

[Lord_Johnny]

I make sure to get progress reports for the rest of the new clients, and then head for my own boss's office. I give a rundown of the situation with the Peterson account. The fact that a client was being difficult wasn't new. The fact that the Peterson account was going to be something close to five million dollars in profits for the company made sure that it was going to be getting a lot of attention. So, with a green light for my plan to test what Amy could do, I get my stuff together, and make my way out of the office. One of the interns, just a few years my junior, gave me a long look and an open flirty smile. I knew that she was doing that since the rumors insisted she was one of the ladies I with whom I was supposed to be involved. The reality was that I had been walking by the restrooms when she came out from what was a loud and clear personal and solo performance. A few of the other young ladies had come around the corner right as she almost ran into me, and then had apparently taken her protestations as evidence of her indiscretions.

Reaching my car, I get into the vehicle and send a short text to Amy. "Amy, I'm on my way over, and can help you get as deep into this as you need. if you have any questions, I'm more than happy to answer. Whatever you need to make it work."

After that, I enter her address into my phone for the gps, and head my way towards her house. I stop and pick up some food on the way. Nothing quite like making sure you treat your people the way they need. Not just being kind, but being there in ways that others may not. It was the difference between a boss and a leader. Boss's had expectations. Leader's made sure the people under them had what they needed to get the job done.

Once I arrived at her house, I send her another quick test. "Hey, I'm outside. If you can open up for me, I'll come inside and help you with everything."

 

[SannaBlonde]

He was great. And Amy meant as a boss, a supervisor. She felt there was a perfect balance between understanding and support on the one hand and demands and pressure on the other. She needed both to perform. At home within the family and even earlier at school and college she was the controller, the leader, the one who got things done and made sure others did too. That was especially clear concerning her marriage. But professionally she'd found out she wasn't like that. When a superior was demanding but also friendly that's when she did her best work. With Matthew she felt she didn't have to be in control at all. Amy enjoyed 'submitting' to him. The innuendo of the word wasn't lost on her but it was still relevant in her work relationship with him.

Matthew was coming over. Amy told Kevin.
'Can you be in the office when he's here?' She asked and he nodded. Yes he could.

She opened up for him and realized last moment she was not at all dressed for it - still in her white top and leggings. But it was a little late now, he would ring the doorbell any second.

'Hi! Welcome! Come in!' Amy moved out of the way and let Matthew into her hallway.
'Is that lunch? How nice of you.. Kevin's home, in our office room..'

 

[Lord_Johnny]

I nod at the mention of her husband. It made sense, as he worked from home if I remembered correctly. Not that I kept track of any employee's spouses work habits, that would be strange. On the other hand, he did seem to be at the house anytime that I came over to help Amy with a project. Or there was some random level of distrust that was at hand. Either way, I could deal with him being there. I was there to help Amy, after all. Not to only flirt outrageous.

"It is lunch. I wasn't sure exactly what you were in the mood for, so I have a wide variety of things for you to pick from. Hopefully something will appeal and look good enough to eat." I place the various food packages on the counter. There was Orange Chicken, Chicken Chow Mein, some mahi-mahi fish tacos with pico de gallo, and even a pair of vegetarian burritos featuring black beans and rice, with guacamole, cheese, sour cream, and more pico de gallo. "By the way, I love that you're super casual at home. Work from home is something that is supposed to be a little less formal, so it's amazing that you're leaning into that! Good girl!" I speak as I move into the home. Like everything that Amy put her mind too, the house was stunning, and I couldn't help but admire her hard work and dedication.

"I'll just go ahead and put these down. If you need something to eat, I'm pretty sure I've got you covered here. If nothing looks appealing of those, I won't take it amiss, and I'll see what I can do for you. Now, you said that they aren't answering the phones at the Peterson account? That's strange. You'd think that people who are coming to you asking for help would be able to pick up the phone so that you can help them. I mean, yeah, sure, it's a client relationship not a standard one, but you'd still think they'd want to be available for clarifying questions. Let's see what you're working with, shall we?"

 

[SannaBlonde]

Amy looked at all the food. She loved it all, it was all tasteful to her and she even stopped herself from saying so, not wanting to come off as a hungry pig. But she couldn't help say:
'Oh look! Mahi-mahi! I love those! I never get to eat that at home, not Kevin's favorite at all...' She rolled her eyes as she said that.

That Matthew also commented her outfit indirectly by calling it casual and seemingly complementing her on it, made her relax about it.

Having him in her home made for a weird change of dynamics that she enjoyed. Normally, she was the commander-in-chief at home but with Matthew here she wasn't. And it wasn't just because he was her superior - he could have been anybody - it was his.. aura. He was in charge without saying he was in charge. It was noticeable, especially when Kevin came out of the office to get coffee.

'Oh hello Matthew..' He said quickly, standing there looking like he'd lost the plot for a moment.
'Look darling. Fish tacos!' Amy pointed at them, teasing him. He smiled, before excusing himself and going back to the office.

Amy was standing at the kitchen counter, bending over with her elbows on the surface in front of the laptop and showing Matthew a couple of e-mails from Peterson's office.

'If you could make a first call and maybe break through, I'm sure I can take it from there... But I wouldn't mind if you also took a look at the report from last year.. I'm a bit confused with some of the numbers..' Alice felt Matthew just next to her, peering over her shoulder at the laptop screen.

 

[Lord_Johnny]

I give Kevin a glance when he came in for coffee, and kept my reaction to myself. Whatever else Amy's husband was, a man was pretty far down my list of things that I would describe him as. Hesitant, sure. As well as passive, weak, and probably a bit of a pansy. Unable or unwilling to stand up for himself and make sure that he wasn't pushed around. That had always puzzled me about the relationship with Amy. How did Kevin expect to protect what was his if he couldn't even be present in what was around him?

Shaking my head, I let the whole issue go as I take an appreciative look at Amy, and what she showing off as she bent over the kitchen counter. I couldn't help the growing pressure that signaled an imminent erection. Rather than stand there looking at her ass, however, I made sure that I bent over beside her, my hand coming up to hold her at the waist. Nothing more than an automatic reaction to standing so close to her, but one that felt decadently good. One that did nothing to stop, and everything to increase, the need that he was feeling. Now that he was touching her, however, Matthew wouldn't move his hand for the world.

"Okay, let's see these files...okay, I think I see what the issue is here. It looks like one of the data analysists didn't properly label this column here." I point to one of the columns of numbers that showed a reduction in overall value, but without any sort of explanations of why or how. "Now, it's not a massive issue if you know what is happening, but clearly without the labeling it takes a bit more of an in depth knowledge of these specific files to know. As it happens, the Peterson's Account is my old account. Part of the reason I gave it to you is because I know you can handle anything I can give you. And, because I knew that if anything came up, like today, then you wouldn't hesitate to tell me you needed help getting things where they should be."

I spend the next half hour going over files and where the numbers were coming from, and labelling some of the missing information so that it wouldn't continue to be a problem. As things moved along, my hand at times moved from her waist to her hip, or I would lean against her as we went over the information. The steady and close quarters contact kept my arousal from dimming even slightly. In fact, the double entendres did the opposite, and by the time that we were done with the files and getting things wrapped up for what the issues were, my arousal was easily visible for anyone who was paying attention. The shaft and head making a clear dick print on the slacks that I was wearing, the bulge outlined a full half of the length of my thigh.

"I tell you what Amy, I think I can do something pretty easily to help you in the future as well. If you're available, I can arrange a dinner meeting say tomorrow? Company can pay for it, and we'll do an official meeting with the Peterson's Relations Manager. Do an official handover on the file and account so that they know to talk to you rather than stonewalling you. Sound good?"