Dream Job

Bailey awoke to see the first streaks of dawn through the living room window. The house that she and Jay had custom designed and built would be occupied by a different family in a matter of a few hours.

Already dreading the long drive to Sacramento, she sat motionless, unable to pack the few remaining items in the house. It was the start of an entirely new life. In one year, the world Bailey knew, her personal world had changed dramatically. Hot tears formed in her eyes and dripped down her pale cheeks.

Jay, her childhood sweetheart, the hurt she had caused him. Every time she thought about him her heart panged with regret. She heard her voice filled with sorrow in the marriage counselor's office,

"I'm sorry Jay." She said it over and over.

The weekends that Bailey had spent at Andre's home were a source of anguish but also rapture for her. In the end, her sexual indiscretions came at the expense of her marriage. The fragile bonds that held her union with Jay together were irretrievably broken and the consequences turned out to far greater than she could have possibly imagined.

Wearily, Bailey made her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. A tall mug would soothe her and prepare her for the tough day ahead. She kept thinking how fateful her dream job turned out to be because in the end it was an illusion, a lie.

Bailey recalled meeting Jordan, her sorority sister from college at a mutual friends wedding. Jordan was always the social climber and married the owner of Wellington Computers. Bailey was in between jobs and Jordan enthusiastically informed her that her husband was looking for a personal assistant.

Andre' was a tall, handsome man and Bailey felt an instant attraction to him. She was offered the job on the spot and against her better judgment she accepted the position. He had a magnetism that drew her like a moth to the flame.

Bailey chastised herself for her weakness. It was the cause of her marital discord and breakdown. Her failure to control her sexual urges had doomed her relationship with Jay. The long hours of service that Andre' required kept her away from her husband and all aspects of their life together suffered.

As Bailey sat sipping her tea, she gazed wistfully out at the trees, the early morning sunlight pouring through the branches and recalled the times that changed the course of her life...

****

The money and benefits that came with Bailey's position at Wellington were far superior to her previous job. She was making more than her husband Jay, a college teacher and it gave her a false sense of superiority. After six months, Andre' allowed her the use of a company automobile and she had an expense account.

It started innocently enough with Andre' asking her to work half days on Saturday at his home. In spite of his allure to Bailey, she managed to keep things on a strictly professional level. Sometimes Jordan was there but she liked to travel and was usually off somewhere with a passel of her friends.

If the weather was good Andre' preferred working by the pool. His home was on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean and while not palatial, it was large with all the trimmings of an estate. But, the setting had a seductive feel and he would invite Bailey to have lunch with him. Soon the mornings were stretching into afternoons.

Bailey was impressionable at the age of twenty eight and admired Andre' and the trappings of his wealth. In his early forties, his maturity, charisma and ruggedly handsome good looks were enticing to Bailey. Jay was the only man she had ever known and loved but lately she was having fantasies about sex with another man, Andre' in particular.

Bailey wondered what his body would feel like on top of her, how his penis might feel in her vagina or mouth. She diddled herself with these thoughts running through her head and experienced some rather breathless orgasms. She was dangerously close to cheating on her husband.

In late June after a morning of work, Andre' invited her to stay and use the pool. Jordan was in Las Vegas with friends and he would enjoy her company. Although the alarm bells in her head went off, she ignored them.

They had been working together for ten months and were familiar with each other and comfortable in each others company.

"Andre', I don't have a swimsuit," she said coyly.

Bailey's resolve to keep things on a professional level was crumbling.

"Do you really need one love? I find nudity so free,"

Bailey adored his British accent and with the privacy fence no one would see them. She threw caution to the wind and found a robe in the closet of the guest room. She stripped naked and appraised her look in the full length mirror. Her pussy was tingling with anticipation as she walked downstairs.

Outside and with Andre' in the hot tub, Bailey let the robe fall on the deck. She was proud of her body and wanted Andre' to see what the long hours in the gym had done for her. She slipped in the hot tub and sat submerged to the waist with her breasts jutting forward, the nipples hard and protruding.

Andre's heart skipped a beat. The sight of Bailey's firm, lithe body gave him a throbbing erection. He had often wondered what she looked like naked and she was hotter than he had imagined. Her breast were round and very firm on her slender frame, they looked extraordinary.

She was a nubile young minx and he planned on exploring every orifice of her body. His cock was straining for some attention and he hefted his body out of the water and sat on the edge.

Bailey was determined to delve into the unexplored part of her sexuality. She stared at Andre across the hot tub, leisurely stroking his cock. Not only was he very handsome, but he had the type of hard, muscular, Greek god type of body that lit a fire inside her. A drop of clear fluid was visible on the head of his impressive rod.

Bailey could see that he was larger than Jay with a little wider circumference. Andre's penis had a majestic, sculpted appearance. The ball sack showing two oval shaped testicles was equally impressive. She'd fantasized about sucking his cock and overcome with desire, she launched herself across the hot tub until she was directly in front of his manhood.

She smiled at Andre' whose eyes were alive with lust. He wanted this to happen, she was sure of that. With that in mind, she grasped the shaft of Andre's throbbing hard on at the base and licked the head.

Bailey's tongue slid along the ridges and veins that stood out. Andre's cock was big but not too big. She was fascinated by the purplish head, wider than Jay's and she engulfed it with her mouth. Bailey gently sucked the swollen mushroom and lathed the sensitive underside with her tongue.

She leisurely slid her lips up and down the tumescent shaft, thrilled by the hardness of his cock.

Suddenly, she had the urge to deep throat him. She gagged on the first several attempts but eventually succeeded. When her lips made it to the base, Bailey would suck on the way up until she reached the head. Her tongue would swirl around the underside and she'd taste his salty pre-cum. Bailey's head moved up and down, picking up speed.

Andre had a look of triumph on his face. The jism in his balls percolated as the brunette hottie smoked his rod. Jesus, she's amazing, he thought. She managed to get all eight turgid inches into her mouth and her raspy tongue knew just where to lick.

She was making a little moaning sound that excited Andre even more. He watched with awe as Bailey sucked his penis like a pro. She instinctively seemed to know when to speed up, slow down, lick, suck harder, etc. It had been over a week since his last orgasm and he was thrilled that his scrotum was filled with sperm.

Bailey's lips worked their magic on Andre's shaft. The head swelled and the shaft grew harder. Her spit was dripping on his nuts when she felt his body stiffen...

Oh God...oh...oh...I'm cumming!" he blurted out.

Bailey cupped his balls as the first gush of semen hit the back of her throat. The sensation of Andre's thick cock as it ejaculated in her mouth was enormously appealing to her. She quickly swallowed as another jet of hot cum splashed on her tongue. The quantity surprised her and she gulped every last bit down her throat. Still holding his hard stick, she cleaned the length from head to balls for any leftover drops.

The beautiful setting and a hard bodied Adonis, it felt so incredibly erotic to Bailey. She was blowing Andre and swallowing his load like a wanton trollop. Instead of being turned off, she loved the salty taste and globular thickness as it slid down her gullet.

Bailey looked up at Andre and smiled. He was trying to catch his breath.

"You were...unbelievable...my dear..." he panted.

Bailey dipped her entire body under the water from head to toe. Her mind was reeling from what she'd just done. She'd sucked Andre's cock and loved every minute of it. She exited the hot tub for a lounger hoping to gather her thoughts.

Andre was leaning against the side of the hot tub trying to catch his breath. It was easily one of the best blow jobs that he ever received and he wanted to return the favor. He had a feeling that Bailey's pussy would be some of the finest eatin' west of the Mississippi River.

When he stood before Bailey, she opened her thighs and he descended for the meal. Andre's was right. The delicate pinks lips opened like a flower and her aroma was spicy and fresh. He held her firm buns and consumed the secretions that flowed into his mouth. His lips and tongue gathering the moisture as it leaked from her hole.

Andre' licked her labia with gentleness and care. Bailey loved cunnilingus and Andre' was as good if not better than Jay. He teased her clit with light licks and concentrated on long leisurely tongue strokes up her center. The sensation was beyond exquisite and the more she squirmed, the more time he spent flicking his tongue over the hard nub.

With the pressure building in her throbbing pussy, Bailey's eyes were riveted on Andre' as he feasted on her.

"OH God, yes...yes...eat me...oh..." she moaned.

A thunderous orgasm erupted in Bailey's slice and she felt lightheaded.

Andre' held Bailey as she panted breathlessly. He spread a towel on the pool deck for her and she lie soaking up the suns rays. Her body tingled and prickled with sensation form Andre' sucking her pussy. She knew what would happen next and in spite of the alarm in her head and now heart, she wanted to fuck him.

Bailey heard a splash and saw Andre swimming naked in the pool. Her stomach lurched when she thought about her wanton display, her craving for Andre's cock, his thick sperm sliding down her throat.

When Andre got out of the pool, she tried to look away but her gaze traveled right to his rod. It was as impressive flaccid as it was hard. He lay next to her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Yes. Will Jordan be back from Las Vegas today?" Bailey was concerned about getting caught.

"I would think not, probably tomorrow," he answered.

Bailey's nerves were on edge. Initially, she felt like she'd behaved badly but she had the distinct feeling that her host had set-up the whole thing up. For a second, she wondered how many other young women Andre' had seduced.

In spite of her trepidation, Bailey wondered how Andre's cock would feel like inside her. Considering the size, it might be a tight fit. Andre was on the diving board when she noticed that his penis was getting harder and it intrigued her. She saw that it was at half staff and growing.

Suddenly she wished Jay was here. She'd be able to control herself and not gaze lustfully at Andre's manhood. But, she couldn't help thinking how it would feel inside her and her weak resolve evaporated.

Andre invited her in for a swim. The water was heated and would feel great on her body. She dove naked into the pool. Andre quickly followed and the look on his face conveyed what he wanted, her pussy.

They swam leisurely side by side but Andre became more playful and pinched her butt or grabbed a boob. Bailey's found his cock. The hardness of his tool impressed her and she could barely get her hand around the shaft. She squeezed and fondled until Andre' groaned his approval. The dampness of need crept into her loins and she wanted him inside her.

In the shallow end Andre' lifted Bailey's upper body and suckled her tits. He was rough but she liked it just the same. The raw sensation from her nipples pulsed into her pussy. Bailey moaned and groaned as Andre' had his way with her breasts. He sucked, nipped and nibbled until she was practically screaming for him to screw her.

Andre' picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carried her to a lounger. His face expressed pure lust and as soon as he lay on top of her she guided his magnificent cock into her soaked vagina. She grunted with absolute pleasure as he gradually filled her pussy. The sensation from his rod as it stuffed her hole was extraordinary.

Andre' couldn't believe his good fortune. He moaned as his tool moved deeper and deeper into Bailey's tight pussy. The fit was snug and the sensation, the friction on his cock was mind boggling.

Bailey was lost in a world of carnal nirvana. Andre's cock felt incredible and she matched his movements drawing every last centimeter of his tool into her sex starved slice. His patient almost languid pace felt so sensual, letting her orgasm build gradually, growing bigger and bigger until her pussy contracted so strongly that she saw stars.

Andre' howled his orgasm and blasted a hefty wad of sperm into her. He'd yearned for this moment for long months. As a virile stud of a man he was used to having his way with women and Bailey was just another piece of ass in a long procession that went back years. He would play the string out for as long as she wanted.

Andre' had wrecked a few marriages in his lifetime. His justification was always that the participant was ready, willing and able. It was a matter of time before a jealous husband tried to shoot him.

What was bothering him lately was how Jordan wheedled her way into marrying him. He was the type of individual who liked to do what he wanted when he wanted. After three years, he viewed her as a liability but he was stuck with her, a divorce would cost him a lot of money.

Bailey was seized with an attack of guilt and she kept her eyes shut hoping the feeling would subside. But, it wrapped itself around her heart and refused to go away. Jay, the mere thought of his name and feelings of shame stung her soul.

But, Bailey's fascination with Andre's cock was just beginning. Her body craved more and she was going to pursue the lust that enveloped her. Jay could have never satisfied her sexual need on the level of an Andre'. He had just fucked her silly and her pussy was creaming, wanting more of his turgid manhood. In the course of one afternoon, she already knew that she would suck and screw Andre' whenever he wanted.

When Bailey finally arrived home, it was 3am. She'd never been this late and she was seized with worry. She had promised to meet Jay for dinner but called several times and made a myriad of excuses why she couldn't. During one call, Andre' was drilling her pussy doggie style, her favorite position and she must have sounded breathless on the phone.

Jay was asleep and she slipped into bed without disturbing him. Bailey slept soundly and the next morning she lied through her teeth giving him the workaholic executive, harried young assistant speech. She could tell by the look on his face that he bought it.

****

Their torrid affair continued throughout the summer months with overnight business trips and weekends at Andre's home but only if Jordan was absent.

In less than two months, she'd blown Andre' multiple times, swallowing copious amounts of his spunk. But, she had fucked him even more than that and thoughts of his magnificent cock screwing her to paradise never failed to make her pussy cream.

Bailey realized that it had to end at some point, her marriage had suffered horribly and she wanted to stay married to Jay, start a family and raise a child or two. But, when she considered the pathetic state of her union with Jay...it was entirely her fault and she knew it.

But storm clouds were brewing and recently Bailey had a premonition that Jordan knew something was going on between her and Andre.

Jordan's entire demeanor had changed. Her attitude towards Bailey was cold and at times, downright icy. She knows, Bailey kept thinking but whenever she mentioned it to Andre' he shrugged it off and told her it was her imagination. Her woman's intuition was screaming at her but she chose to ignore it.

It was early August when Andre' told Bailey that Jordan would be away the next weekend with friends. When she informed Jay of her plans, he was sitting on the sofa with a lost expression.

"Please tell me what's going on? You work all the time. You're never here anymore. Something's not right, I can feel it Bailey. You've changed. We haven't made love in months. I love you but...I don't feel like you love me..."

Bailey felt the pangs of guilt...she had no way of knowing but is was last time he would tell her that he loved her

"You're just being paranoid. Nothing is going on between Andre' and me. He's a very busy executive and as his personal assistant, he requires my availability at all times."

"Ok, but if you're lying to me..." Jay's threat carried little weight because he uttered it in a defeated tone.

In spite of Bailey's assurances, Jay knew in his heart that something was wrong. Their relationship had suffered mightily since she started working at Wellington. They rarely ate meals together or socialized with friends. Many a night he sat on the sofa watching TV wondering when she was coming home.

On the rare weekend she wasn't working, Bailey seemed moody, withdrawn and mostly kept her own counsel. Attempts at conversation ended with her appearing bored and uncommunicative.

The closeness that they once shared was gone. Whenever Jay tried to initiate sex, she complained that she was tired or not feeling well. The once robust sex life that they enjoyed had become sporadic and finally non-existent.

****

As Bailey drove on the Freeway towards Andre's she couldn't get the sight of Jay looking forlorn and downhearted out of her head when she left for the weekend. He was angry and glowered at her before she left. She also couldn't shake the feeling that he knew what was going on.

Plenty was going on and plenty was wrong. Jay deserved a lot better than she was treating him. Bailey looked deep in her heart and realized that she loved him.

"Oh Jay, I'm sorry my love." she whispered in the empty car. She had done him wrong. She had done him worse than wrong.

She didn't love Andre', she was sure of that. He was strictly a diversion, an exploration of her sexual desires but nothing more. Further, she was positive that Andre' didn't love her. He was the boss at the office boffing his secretary, having an extra marital affair behind his wife's back.

Tears formed in her eyes. What have I done? she thought. Suddenly, the entire affair seemed so sordid, dirty. Bailey resolved to tell Andre' that it was over but would he fire her? She could use the affair as her trump card but in her heart she knew that she never would.

When she arrived, Bailey saw that Andre' had prepared a nice brunch for them out by the pool. They ate heartily and her resolve while in place was weakening. Maybe she would tell him later, why spoil the lovely meal.

When they finished, Andre' stripped his swim suit and dove naked in the water. The sight of his hard muscled body made her pussy cream and she shed her clothes and followed him. He swam to the shallow end and hoisted his body until he was sitting on the edge of the pool. His cock was already at half staff and her desire to suck his manhood was overpowering.