Work

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors. [Read More]

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). It’s a real story about my first case, I was 39 at the time. I worked in an office as sales manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job was to travel to meet clients in their offices, and sometimes my director also came to meetings. In time, our relationship got closer and although I was perfectly happy with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love), I began to fantasize about Wyn. [Read More]

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding. “I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice. “Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing. “UH oh”, you smile in response. “Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. [Read More]

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read. I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. [Read More]