Work Passions

The beautifully furnished apartment gleamed with cleanliness. Despite this, a girl in a maid's uniform, with her legs sexily exposed, kept sweeping away non-existent dust with manic persistence. A distinguished, no-longer-young man entered the room and, in a masterful manner, pulled the girl towards him, lifted her face to his by her hair, and kissed her.

The girl did not protest. On the contrary, with each minute of the kiss, her pleasant ass moved more and more actively against the not-small bulge protruding from the front of the man's trousers, arousing him. Finally, the man couldn't take it anymore. Lowering the servant girl's head down, he decisively lifted the hem of her dress and pulled the small panties off her ass.

The girl moved her ass, helping him.

He entered her forcefully. It was clear that she was indifferent to him, but the man liked the sex. Paying no attention to the girl, he began to pound her ass. She moaned. In that moan was both pain and pleasure. There was much more desire in those sounds.

The man lifted the girl's head by her hair. Her eyes, filled with animal passion, met his gaze.

— Well, you're such a bitch, Irochka. — he said.

She only smiled lustfully, impaling herself even harder on the man's cock. Everything in my life was going well. I graduated from the institute with a degree in "public utilities" and immediately got a job in my district. Living nearby and the pay was good. I married a girl I knew from the institute. We loved each other. We just didn't have children yet, but for now, we were enough for each other.

I was lucky with my wife, Zhanna. A modest and pretty girl, and in bed, a real fire.

— Igor, I envy you. — my friends would say. And I was satisfied myself.

Zhanna hadn't managed to find a job yet. No, of course, she was offered jobs in another city, but she loved me, Igor, her husband, and refused to leave me alone here. Everything was resolved soon. To celebrate the tenth anniversary of our enterprise, the director decided to mark it with a corporate party at a local cafe. Mostly people aged 40+ worked with us, so Zhanna and I looked advantageous against that background. The celebration was nearing its end and the amount of alcohol was already off the charts.

— And what's this, Igoryok, aren't you going to introduce me to your girl? — he was undressing her with his eyes.

Zhanna just modestly remained silent, understanding that saying anything to a drunk person was useless. A blush covered her cheeks.

— My wife, Zhanna. — I introduced her.

— And she's beautiful. — assessed Nikolai Ivanovich, not stopping staring at her.

We got talking and somehow it turned out that she said she had also graduated from the institute with this specialty. The director asked where such a beauty worked. To which she replied that she was looking for a job. Then he perked up.

— What if I offer you a job with me? — he asked.

I, of course, didn't like such looks from him, but Zhanna latched onto this offer with both hands. Couldn't she see his lustful glances? While I was trying to understand the situation, they had already arranged an interview. Now I couldn't do anything. She wanted to work, and if it was near me, that was even better.

The day ended, but the agreement remained, and the next morning my beloved went with me to the boss. He, having sent me off on business, went to show her the workplace. By evening, I had done everything I planned and came to pick up my wife. She was still with Nikolai. I didn't like it, but I chalked it up to work relations.

They were sitting and chatting enthusiastically about something with each other. I took my wife and went home. That evening we had crazy sex. We hadn't had such vivid impressions since our student days. Exhausted and satisfied, we began to share our impressions of the day. My, now also her, director really liked Zhanna. And Nikolai himself also showed interest.

The next day she started work. Now she and Nikolai communicated every day. Zhanna became his secretary. The woman who worked there, seeing the new face, understood everything and submitted her resignation. Better to quit yourself than be fired for cause, she decided. The director immediately signed the application and hired my wife.

Days flew by. At first, I suspected nothing. She came home from work tired but excited. We made love for a long time. On one hand, it was good, but I couldn't fuck like that every day, and sometimes, just kissing my heated wife, I went to sleep. Work became a strong aphrodisiac for her, and here's why.

Once, I needed to resolve a contentious issue with the director, and I, being nearby, decided to drop in myself. I'd also check on my beloved wife. What was my surprise when, not finding her in the reception area, I entered the office and saw an unexpected scene.

On the desk, with her beautiful legs spread, completely without panties, lay my beloved. She sighed languidly each time Nikolai's cock entered her. I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. Five minutes later, the boss came inside her, put on his pants, and, turning to me, asked "what do you need?". As if nothing had happened. Zhanna at that time quickly pulled on her panties, straightened her short skirt—she had been going to work in such skirts lately—and quickly left the office. All the while, as if not noticing me.

— She no longer works for you. — I said harshly.

— Then you don't either. — he replied calmly.

Here I was at a loss. If we both lost our jobs, what would we live on? And there was no other work.

— Anything else? — asked Nikolai Ivanovich.

I approached with my question, the one I had come here with. Having clarified all the details, I went out the door. I should have, of course, acted courageously. Slam the door, punch him in the face, but I couldn't. At the desk sat my wife, typing something on the computer. I realized there would be no conversation today and left. I was mistaken.

The day passed as if in a fog. Giving my wife to the director—is that bad or good? I didn't know. In the evening, I intended to talk to her. To clarify everything. We talked, but together with the boss. She came home from work with him.

Nikolai Ivanovich immediately laid out the facts for me.

— Well, since you found out, you'll take on some of the duties. — I was in shock. Now what, I'm supposed to bless the sex?

Not embarrassed by me in the slightest, they began to kiss. Nikolai laid Zhanna on the bed and continued to remove her scant but sexy lingerie, completely unashamed of me. Zhanna moaned passionately and only offered herself up.

I went out the door, morally broken. Now, even if I quit my job, nothing would stop Zhanna from seeing him just like that. Soon, my wife's orgasmic cries were heard. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

"Seems she never screamed like that with me," I thought humiliatingly.

Our life entered a new rut. In the morning, I chose sexy lingerie for my wife. In the evening, I "cleaned up" after her lover with my tongue. Sometimes they went away on business trips together for several days. We started having sex with my wife much less, until gradually our contacts were reduced to oral caresses. I could do nothing about it. The director satisfied her well, and the size of his tool, judging by my wife's wrecked hole, was not small. Sometimes he came to spend the night with us, and then I had to vacate the marital bedroom for them.

Zhanna had changed a lot too. Where had that modest girl gone? I remembered the beginning of our life together with love and longing. Now there was, at best, sex, and not always. And my Zhanna began to look at me completely differently.

Once again, I came to the director with a problematic question. My beloved was, as always, not in the reception area. Unambiguous sounds were coming from behind the office door. At such moments, I preferred not to enter, not upsetting myself with the sight of my cheating wife. But this time the issue was urgent and serious. I couldn't wait.

Opening the door, I entered and began to speak, not waiting for them to finish. Nikolai calmly pulled out of Zhanna and came over to me, shaking his cock, wet with her juices, in front of me, and slapped me.

The element of surprise played a role, and he was a strong man, so I couldn't stay on my feet. Before I could get up, I suddenly found myself gripped by his hand in my hair. Slowly and surely, my face approached the director's cock, twitching with excitement.

— Suck, bitch, since you interrupted. — he said threateningly.

I resisted, but the pain in my hair moved me forward, and the shiny head of his cock swayed hypnotically before my eyes. Finally, my face was right at his cock. With his left hand, Nikolai began to rub the cock against the skin of my face.

I resisted, but he pinched my nose with his hand. I opened my mouth to breathe and the cock immediately found its target. My wife's juices abundantly coated it, so I didn't feel any new tastes. Accidentally touching the director's cock with my teeth, I got a blow to the face. Then again. Finally, I stopped making mistakes.

— That's it, good girl, that's it. — Nikolai kept saying, and Zhanna at that time watched with interest as her husband sucked off her lover. In her eyes, I saw only interest and no pity.

Zhanna came over and, putting her hand on the back of my head, began to guide my movements. She herself was actively kissing Nikolai at the time. With no chance to escape, I continued my work. I don't know how much time passed, Nikolai finally came in me.

— Now that's work, I understand. Not like problems, problems. — his cock just lay in my mouth while the director spoke.

— You should be the secretary. That's your place. — I looked at him in horror. He, pleased with the effect produced, continued. — What, I'll swap you. Zhanochka should handle your work, and you handle hers.

The horror of my situation began to dawn on me. Zhanna, however, smiled contentedly.

— You'll make a good little secretary, darling. — she stroked me affectionately, smiling at Nikolai.

They kissed, not letting me get rid of the cock in my mouth.

— Well, that's good. We'll start our new relationship tomorrow. — the director summed up.

His cock began to show signs of life again, filling with excitement. The movements of Nikolai's and Zhanna's hands resumed. It seems I was in for another portion of cum. After that, they simply pushed me out of the office, ordering me to go home and get ready. My brain, as if on purpose, shut down, not giving me a single worthwhile idea on how to deal with this.

After she finished, a whole pile of my favorite things had accumulated on the floor.

— This is to be thrown out. — she shocked me.

She opened another closet and picked out something. It was a strict suit with a skirt. I looked at her in horror. Is that for me to wear? She, looking at me, laughed.

— Don't be afraid, darling, that's not for you. This is for you. — clothes that had been on her just half an hour ago flew at me.

I held in my hands a bright short skirt, a blouse with an open neckline, and slutty-looking stockings. The sight of these clothes horrified me. Another slap brought me back to consciousness. I went to change. Maybe I would have thought of something, but I wasn't given time, and I accepted the boss's decision.

— Well, there you go, Zhanochka, and you were afraid. — my wife chirped cheerfully, examining me from all sides. It didn't even dawn on me right away how she was addressing me.

My figure was far from feminine. Only a slender build gave the opportunity to pad something for correction. Only my legs were relatively suitable for the image. They had always been straight.

— Nothing terrible, we'll work on your ass and breasts and it'll be fine. — having examined me, my wife concluded.

The hour we spent dressing me, I completely lost myself. I wanted to wake up, but this wasn't a dream. And I could no longer influence the situation. I should have quit back then, at the beginning. Now it was too late. Even if I quit my job, Nikolai wouldn't stop fucking my wife. She wouldn't leave her job. Apparently, she was satisfied with everything. It turns out I would become a burden on my wife's neck. And after what happened today, it would simply destroy me as a man. At the very least, I had to fight. I perfectly understood that I had no chance, but I couldn't just sit there.

— Well, that's it, the beauty is ready. — Zhanna said with triumph and pride in her voice.

I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. Frivolous clothing, makeup, and a wig completely changed me. Even in my face, with the help of makeup, Zhanna managed to emphasize something feminine. I couldn't take it and burst into tears. Tears, comically smearing my makeup, rolled down my cheeks, making me look even more like the slut I was going to work as.

— Well, there you go, you'll have to do your makeup yourself for the third time. — I was no longer surprised by anything in Zhanna. This was some other girl, not the one I met at the institute.

Already in the evening, two girls came out of the building's entrance. One in a strict business suit with a skirt, the other looked like a prostitute. They got into a car and drove off somewhere. The grandmothers still sitting on the bench discussed how modern youth dresses these days, remembering how it used to be.

The evening at the restaurant was tense. Nikolai and Zhanna were constantly talking about something, but their girlfriend, dressed completely against the dress code, was silent. The waiters kept glancing at her and her large artificial breasts. They tried to cheer her up, but it was useless. Giving up on that, Nikolai and Zhanna focused on each other.

The first week of work in my new capacity flew by like a dream. Igor studied his director's cock down to the smallest detail—how he liked it and what pleased him. In general, everything a good secretary should know. Soon he even began to like it. Zhanna noticed this and even began to let him choose what to wear himself. Somehow imperceptibly, the way he was addressed, like all household chores, shifted to the feminine. More and more often, Zhanna began to call him her wife. It was humiliating, but the abyss of female life had already opened its embrace to him and was simply sucking him in.

Another key was that Nikolai finally tried his new secretary's asshole and was pleased.

— Here's a little pill against babies. — the director joked, each time after a blowjob or anal sex, placing a pink pill on Igor's, now Zhanna's, tongue.

He justified the name change by saying he was used to Zhanna and didn't want to change his habits, especially since they hadn't stopped dating and fucking. The initial shock for Igor passed, and he moved further and further away from his past life. After a month of such work, he began to notice that, without wanting to, he was becoming like his beloved wife. Both his character and appearance were changing. He finally learned to do makeup fairly decently on his own. You can't call your wife every time to fix it after each session with Kolya. That's what he called him outside the office.

Anal sex with the boss turned out to be very pleasant, especially considering that his wife now didn't