The Secret Confessions of a Horny House Wife

Yesterday I’m at my new job and I’m sitting in another woman’s office, observing her work with a client.  I don’t need to be able to do what she does, but I supervise her, so I need to understand it.  I’m tired.  Really tired.  For the past two weeks this has been my routine every day:

• Wake up early.
• Go to work.
• Work all day.
• Pick up son.
• Go home, try to spend some quality time with him.
• Husband comes home.
• Fall asleep for 15  minutes (because I can’t help it).
• Wake up and make my son’s lunch for the next day.
• Wash dishes.
• Do some writing on the computer (because I REFUSE to give up my writing, no matter how tired I may be).
• Go to bed
• Repeat.

So yesterday I am positively bleary-eyed in this woman’s office, trying unsuccessfully to stifle yawns and literally concentrating on keeping my eyes open as widely as possible, when suddenly the e-mail that Morty had sent me that morning flashes through my head:

“I’m going to put you on your stomach in a dirty hotel room.  No air conditioning.  Your hands will be tied tightly to the bedpost while sweat pours down your back, between the crack of your ass…”

And suddenly my eyes begin to open of their own accord. 

And then I think about Detective Curt, because he’s been e-mailing me lately and I still have that school-girl crush on him, and I’m a sucker for the crazy e-mails he sends me that read like they are written by a 1950s cowboy.  (Come to think of it, that’s the perfect way to describe him: he is VERY Marlboro Man.)  And suddenly, I’m not yawning. 

And finally, I think about my last encounter with Mike and the way he had me on my hands and knees for like a half hour while he used me like a table to eat his Taco Bell off of, and then casually played with my ass and pussy while I was down there, (my wrists and ankles aching), like I was just his toy and his possession.  And suddenly, sitting in that office, I didn’t want to fall asleep at all.  In fact, I’m sure it appeared to the woman I was observing that I was positively fascinated by every word she uttered. 

Of course, when I stood up I had a huge warm puddle in my panties, and so I made a mental note to remember two things about being a horny working woman:

1. When bored in a meeting, think about sex.
2. Keep an extra pair of panties in my desk drawer.

♥, HH