Chapter 7 My personal secretary(1)

I used to work hard when I was younger. Now I am in my late 40s, a bit mature but still, a cool, rich, handsome man as the ladies say. Nowadays I work in the UK, as an Acquisition Manager, but I had to do a quite hard career in the past. I started accounting in the Netherlands and I came here, travelling from Dubai, to Singapore, to Chicago, too, and so on.  My lovely wife has spent our married life the easy way, choosing to be a homemaker, here in the UK. She is still beautiful, always well-dressed, always perfect. I call her my blonde, blue-eyed Barbie. Thanks to my money, she buys herself all the jewels, bags, dresses, shoes, she wants. While I am away, she might have had her share of affairs as well because her phone is constantly ringing. I once accidentally found her sexting not one but three men through Tinder!! Wives…After a point of time, they all are like that. Though, I still like her. I love our married life. I can swear that... I mean… we have a great marriage, and she is cool, super cool. It's just that things change with time, within the husband-and-wife-lifestyle, you start believing you need something more adventurous. Something dangerous..harbour some naughty secrets. My wife, with her obsession for perfection, for a perfect house, a perfect outfit, a perfect family, etc., etc., sometimes stresses me out more than my job. Fortunately, there are business trips, so I have time to take a break. Visit a few countries and experience their culture. Eat different foods, meet new people. You know, work on me Tomorrow we have to leave for Chicago with my staff and I'm looking forward to this trip. "Honey, tomorrow night is our engagement anniversary reception. -So, are you ready?" My wife tells me, all dressed up in her elegant dressing gown. I don't know why she was obsessed with dressing up even at home as though some Hollywood director would scream, “Lights, Camera and Action” you know that sort of thing. "Honey, unfortunately, I must leave tomorrow for a business trip," I reply apologetically even though I am not sad about it at all. "But why?! You promised me!" she sighs disappointed, pursuing her botox lips. "I'm so sorry, dear," I replied, patting her back trying to console her. "You seem so insensitive to my feelings when you act like that!" she replied almost on the verge of crying. My wife won't speak to me for the rest of the evening. She lies in bed, offended, with her back to me. She is wearing a short beautiful mauve nightdress with her rounded arse peeping out of it. She still has a good body for her age. It's not that of a twenty-year-old, of course, but then all wives get old, don't they? I reach out to touch her as s, pulling her thong but she pushes me away angrily. She won't relent tonight. I'm a little annoyed because a fuck before a long trip is the thing that normally relaxes me the most. But anyway, I must sleep since I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I arrive at the airport and my staff is all their way before time on schedule. I see my nemesis, that little shit Greg, the assistant UK manager, is waiting for me there. Greg is one year younger than me and at a level below mine in his career but acts as though he's superior to everyone. He's always trying to get attention dressed in the most expensive suits, watches and shoes, throwing around an attitude I don't like. The man is so deluded, he is convinced that all the girls in the office are into him and is always bragging about how many he has conquered and wants to fuck. His actions have expressed that his future victim would be Ellie, my secretary.  No doubt, Ellie is very sensual indeed, she is 36-26-36 in size, always wears decent dresses but even her fully covered body makes heads turn. She is very kind, helpful and efficient at her job. I have never had any complaints to make about her, on the contrary, as soon as she arrives at the office, I curiously turn my head up to look at her. Sometimes, I imagine her crawling underneath my desk while I was working, unzipping my trousers to pull my thick cock out and suck on it innocently, or grabbing my tool to rub it in between her delicious big boobs. Fuck, I used to fantasize about her too much, but then I got to know her better. She was just a nice proper well-mannered girl, obviously had a boyfriend, but it seemed like a troubled relationship, something toxic, but that she was just a cool, clean, sweet young woman. It's been one year and a half since she works for me, and we have started to have a really good relationship. She has the habit of checking me out when I go for meetings. She ensures that my outfit is right and that my tie is straight, generally checking over my overall appearance. She brushes my suit to ensure I look handsome and I realized, sometimes, that she casually touches me, all over my body, but pretends like it's nothing, all professional which is nice. I can rely on her before a meeting or a function. We both are quite sporty and play tennis together twice a week. She generally wears a tight-fitting short dress which still makes her look very sexy, exposing her thong to me very often. And obviously, this aroused me to mad levels at the beginning. Now, I'm quite used to it. I like our kind of friendship now which has become very frank, natural, not pretentious as my wife's lifestyle. So, the idea that Greg wants to take her from me, makes me go crazy. When I approach the airport lounge, they all greet me politely. Greg, Ellie, Luke (21 years old guy, super funny), Hellen (our very own gossip-girl, I can't handle her), and Richard and George (who are easy-going and not very talkative). This is the team. We are leaving for Chicago; the game is on. Ellie sits close to me on the plane, and we have one of our normal funny chats, about work, people, politics, etc. We always have these sorts of inside-jokes, easy conversations. Ellie is not only easy on the eyes but is also intelligent and updated on current business affairs. Today she was wearing a hot pink dress with a thigh-high slit. She had worn a subtle nude glossy lipstick and applied black liner on her beautiful almond eyes. All her colours and all her attitude to life were completely different from my wife's.  While trying to fasten the seat belt, her lean long legs pop out from the slit up to her waxed silky thighs. I groan inwardly, incredibly aroused at that sight wanting to touch them. I pretend to search for something in my seat and drop my book below deliberately. As I pick it up, the back of my hand slides through her ankle, then her knee gradually up to her thighs.