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..'