She's The Boss

Jack and Anna have a happy life together. Married, they work together at the company Jack started. As the business grows, Jack has found himself spending less time on the road and more time in the office.

Their new admin Emily is 24, quiet, hard-working and pretty. When the inevitable happens, and Anna catches Jack sneaking a peek at Emily's butt, she makes sure he pays for his wandering eyes.

“Did you get turned on looking at Emily’s butt? She’s sexy, isn’t she? You’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you?” Emily stared silently at her boss, smiling at his discomfort.
“Yes,” Jack stammered, bowing his head to hide his reddening face.
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” said Anna, continuing to palpate his prick. “A girl like her would never think of a pervert like you that way. But you should apologize to her properly for being so creepy and gross.” Gently, slowly, as though dealing with a cornered animal, she slid the zipper of his pants down. Jack didn’t resist as she slipped a hand inside and began to massage his cock,pulling it out into the light. Emily laughed as her boss’s hard-on sprang into view as Anna continued to rub it.
“Properly?” Jack managed. He was close to orgasm under his wife’s expert hands, and all he could think about was getting there. Lust swamped his shame. It didn’t matter that Emily was laughing at him. It didn’t matter that his wife was showing him off in front of her. All that mattered was whether he would get to cum.
“Yes, properly,” said Anna. “Show her the same respect you would show me, the respect you should show all women. Beg for her forgiveness.”
“Please, Emily,” Jack groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure mounted, “please forgive me for looking at your ass. I’m sorry. Please. Please!” Emily laughed brightly as Jack moaned at the brink of orgasm.
“I don’t know,” she chuckled, “it was pretty disrespectful. I’m a married woman. Maybe your wife should teach you a lesson.”
“You call that begging?” Anna added, her voice stern. “Beg properly. Over there.” With a last tug on his straining cock, she pushed Jack away, towards Emily. With a feeling of dread, Jack walked towards the sitting girl, his cock bobbing in front of him with every step. Emily leaned back, a mingled look of shock and excitement on her pretty face. Jack stopped in front of her chair.
“Please, Emily,” he repeated. “Please forgive me.”
“That’s not how you beg,” Emily smiled mockingly. “Get down on your knees.” Shocked, Jack glanced back over his shoulder towards his wife.
“I think you’d better do what she says,” Anna shrugged from behind her desk. Emily reclined further in her chair and crossed her legs, her tight pants straining against her thighs as she smiled up at her humiliated boss. Her sparkling blue eyes stayed locked on his as he sank slowly to his knees in front of her.
“Please, Emily,” he begged the young woman, “please forgive me for looking at you.” Emily stared down at him over her crossed legs, one booted foot bobbing slightly underneath his chin. She looked beautiful, and commanding, and sexy as hell. With his cock exposed, Jack was unable to hide his arousal.
“Why should I?” Emily asked. “I think you need to make it up to me.”
“Yes, Emily,” Jack said. “Of course. Whatever you like.”
“Whatever I like?” Emily smiled over at Anna across the small room. “That’s a pretty big offer. You might regret that.” Emily had always been so quiet, so placid. Jack would never have suspected that she had this kind of dominance in her. But seeing Jack’s submission to his wife seemed to be bringing something out of Emily.
“What should we do, Anna?” Emily asked over his head. “How can he make it up to me?” Jack heard Anna’s chair creak, and her high heels thumped on the carpet as she strode over to her kneeling husband. She wore black pumps and skinny jeans that day, the tight denim hugging her legs and showing off her slender gym-honed figure and Emily’s voluptuous young curves.
“Ever had a slave?” Anna aske