All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  In his office, Reggy flopped into his desk chair and picked up the phone and Lainie took a deep shuddering breath. She was dreadfully disappointed when he picked up a pen and began making notes. As industriously as he was writing, it could only mean one thing. More work.

  Lainie found a few things to handle on her desk and was taking care of them when her boss’s phone rang and this time it didn’t take long to figure out who was on the other end of the line. The missing Clint. Thank heavens.

  When Reggy grabbed a handful of tissues and turned his chair so the back faced her, Lainie put her pen down and didn’t bother to pretend she was busy.

  Reggy’s hand dropped to his lap and his head fell back against his chair.

  On the edge of her own seat, Lainie held her breath and waited.

  Before long the action of his hand and arm made it obvious Reggy was giving himself a hand-job.

  She shouldn’t be watching, but it was hard not to. There was something mesmerizing about watching a man–any man–use his own hand for satisfaction. She loved to watch Mike stroke his cock until the pearl drops of pre-come gathered. Usually, once the drops formed, she couldn’t wait any longer and she would either insist he mount her or let her give him head.

  If she had a cock, she’d make sure to enjoy some good head once in awhile. It had to feel fabulous to have a hot mouth wrapped around one's penis. It was wonderful to give head; it had to be mind-blowing to be on the receiving end of the fun.

  Lainie contemplated walking in on Reggy and giving him the fright of his life. No, she liked her job and wanted to keep it. No sense putting her job in jeopardy for a cheap thrill. Despite Conrad's tough words, he'd never let Reggy leave. Conrad knew Reggy did his job to perfection. He would stay temper tantrums and all. The hotel would never be able to replace him.

  Lainie’s line rang and took her mind off what was happening on the other side of the glass wall.

  “Hi, baby. Everything going okay?” her husband’s velvet voice crossed the wire and heat rushed through her vagina. Her internal muscles clenched at the croon of his voice and she wished with all her heart he was here instead of so far away.

  “Mike, darling, I was just thinking about you,” Lainie cooed. “Where are you? Is everything all right? You just dropped me off not fifteen minutes ago. Are you okay? You haven’t had an accident have you?” She shouldn’t panic, but she loved him so much. Any time he called this early in the morning she went a little crazy.

  “Everything is fine, worrywart. I called because I wanted to hear your sexy voice one more time before I walked into work.”

  “Oh, Mike.” She sighed. “I wished I was sitting in the car with you. You know what I’d do if I was there, don’t you, darling?”

  “I’m afraid so.”

  Ignoring his soft jest, she continued to torment him verbally. “I’d kneel at your feet, wrap my tongue around your cock and slowly close my lips around you. I’d cup your balls and squeeze gently, sucking,” her voice lowered to a whisper. “And, I’d make you beg for mercy.”

  “Jeez, Lainie. Thanks a lot. I thought my cock was dead, but I was wrong. I’m so fuckin’ hard I'm going to be stuck in the car even longer. Why are you such a devil?” Mike groaned.

  His question brought a grin to her lips. She got sexually aroused torturing her husband.

  “Can’t you be a good girl for a change?”

  She laughed. “No freakin’ way, Mike.”

  Mike laughed with her. “Well, will you at least try?”

  “Um...maybe. But, you'll have to beg.”

  “Thanks, I think. Oh, by the way, Lainie try not to show off your breasts to everyone in sight. I saw the way your sweater didn’t quite cover your cleavage this morning. If you lean over too much, you’ll be giving everyone not only a view of breasts, but your shoes too.”

  “Mike, you know I dressed this way for you. You were so fussed up this morning I didn’t think you noticed or cared.”

  “Fussed up? No way, baby. My cock hurt, but I’m feeling better now. I should be fine by tonight,” he promised.

  “I’m so glad, because I need you, Mike.”

  “I need you too, sweetheart. Be patient. The day will go fast. Remember to keep your breasts covered. Oh, speaking of your lovely beauties, how did good ol’ Reggy react to your outfit when he saw you this morning?”

  Lainie gave a derisive laugh and turned to look through the glass wall. “Not well. He was pretty pissed at me. I’m not worried or anything, because as we speak, he’s on the phone with Clint and by the time Clint is done with him, dear Reggy will be in a much better mood.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Well, let’s see. He was staring at my tits again this morning and ogling my ass. Now, it looks like he’s in his office beating his meat to the sound of his lover’s voice. A good hard climax will probably make him feel a whole lot nicer.”

  “Lainie, you’ve got to quit giving the bastard such a hard time.”

  “Yeah, I know, but he’s so easy to upset. I can’t help myself. Besides, it’s not my fault the little rodent is a T & A man and won’t admit it. He's also afraid to admit he's bi.”

  "Just do us all a favor and behave yourself."

  "Hell. Okay, I'll try."

  Reggy looked over his shoulder at Lainie almost as though he could hear her talking about him. Feeling particularly wicked, she took a deep breath and her breasts rose majestically over the low-cut neckline of her sweater.

  Reggy’s eyes bulged and his arm moved faster.

  Lainie wiggled her fingers at him and laughed when he blanched and quickly turned away.

  “What are you doing now, Lainie?” Mike queried.

  Lainie chuckled. “Nothing. It’s just Reggy’s boyfriend is out looking for wedding invitations and Reggy can't stand it when Clint does wedding stuff without him. Reggy wants to be totally in charge. What do you think, Mike? Should I put the poor little numb-nuts out of his misery?”

  Mike gasped. “No fuckin’ way, Elaina Marie. I don’t think Reggy could handle sex with a woman like you. It would probably give him a heart attack. Behave, like a good girl. I’ll call you at lunch time."

  “Bye, honey. Love you,” she said with a sigh. As always, after hearing Mike’s voice, Lainie’s body ached with longing. She was hot and wet. She wanted her man high and hard inside her. She snuck a peek at Reggy. His hands were still busy under the cover of his desk.

  When Reggy began to shake from head to toe, Lainie made a face and lost interest. She straightened her desk, pulled out the Langston wedding proposal, spread the paperwork across her desk in an orderly manner and began entering all the data into her computer.

  Her fingers slowed and stumbled when a stray thought of Mike rambled through her head. If only he were here. She wanted him so bad she would have eagerly thrown him over her desk and sucked him dry or fucked him silly or better yet, she’d do both. Giving him all she had until he whimpered for mercy.

  If only she had a penis, there would be no holding back. She would share it all the time.

  * * * *

  Mike sat in his BMW long after he closed his cell phone. Even though he'd made love to Lainie four times this morning, his erection wilted slowly once he hung up. He put his head back and closed his eyes. God, he loved Lainie. If only he could satisfy her. She hungered for something he couldn’t seem to give her. No matter how much he loved her it never seemed to be enough. More than once, Mike had heard her mumble something about having her own penis. Wishful thinking, he knew, but if he could, he would give her everything her heart desired. Even a penis.

  Mike checked his watch and realized he was late. He wasn't surprised, because he’d spent a lot of time trying to satisfy his wife this morning. Being late was not a big thing, because he didn’t have to punch a time clock. Nonetheless, he hated setting a bad example for his employees. There were people relying on him and as a regional vice president of a multi-national insurance company, he had to be reliable.


  Mike stepped out of the car and straightened his suit jacket before grabbing his briefcase from the backseat. He used the remote to lock the elegant black car and strolled into the building where a security guard greeted him with an exuberant “Mornin’ Mr. Sneider. Great day isn’t it?”

  Mike acknowledged it was, indeed, a great day. His early morning romp with Lainie had started the day off with a bang. If only she could be satisfied with making love once or twice a day, things would be more than perfect. His cock gave a twinge. A simple reminder he’d had more than enough fun for one twenty-four hour period.

  The elevator whisked him to the fifth floor, hardly giving Mike time to mull over his problem. There didn’t seem to be any satisfactory conclusion. It looked as if he’d be servicing his randy bride four and five times a day until he died of exhaustion.

  Unless he was willing to give her permission to seek satisfaction elsewhere, he was going to have to get used to the ache in his cock. Of course, if he did give her the freedom to sleep around he’d be able to get some rest once in awhile.

  No freakin’ way. Lainie was his and his alone. There had to be some sort of solution to his problem. Mike was still pondering his dilemma when he stepped off the elevator.

  “Good morning, Mr. Sneider,” Mike’s secretary, Rita, greeted him. "Isn't it a gorgeous day?"

  “Mmm, it certainly is. You sure seem chipper this morning." He took the sheaf of papers she held out to him. A quick look showed it was the work he’d given her the previous evening; letters to the district managers notifying them of compensation changes. The managers weren’t going to be happy with the changes. Tough shit! The higher ups had spoken, and Mike was simply passing on the message. There was nothing that pissed Mike off more than the constant lies from the general managers about missing messages. He planned to have Rita send these letters by certified mail. This time there would be none of the usual ‘haven’t seen it, Mr. Sneider’ crap they tried to hand him all the time.

  Mike waved the letters at Rita, “Thanks, I’ll have them signed and ready for the mail in a few minutes. Can you get them down to the mail room as soon as I have them ready?”

  Rita smiled, “Absolutely, Mr. Sneider.”

  * * * *

  Damn the man. Rita sighed. Other than his frequent mention of what a good job she did, she wasn’t even sure he noticed her.

  Why did Mike Sneider have to be married? She would have given anything to be the woman in his life; the one he made love to every night. It was useless to admit anything besides the truth; she craved her handsome, unattainable boss like a chocoholic craved Godiva chocolates. Even the simplest conversations with him aroused her.

  Too bad, he was totally in love with his wife; he never noticed how flustered Rita became when he was around.

  Rita tried not to think about Lainie. The mention of her name made her think of hot sex and Mike Sneider. The man had to be an absolute pro in the bedroom. He had the body of a toned athlete. When it came to crotch-watching her boss, she had no shame. It was obvious he was well endowed because even when he wasn't aroused there was quite a large bulge behind the zipper of his well-tailored slacks.

  She was going to have to stop staring at his penis. She also had better learn to control her libido around him. The last thing she needed was to lose her job. She had to stop wanting him. She had to quit, but like a smoker, she couldn’t.

  Mike was a gorgeous, sweet, all around great guy and he was unavailable.

  He was shuffling through his mail and had his back turned giving Rita a good view of his broad shoulders and long legs. Every morning when his suit coat came off, his slacks showed off his tight, muscular ass.

  Her face grew hot and her breasts swelled and ached for his touch. Her cunt was liquid with desire.

  God. She wanted him.

  Rita didn’t have to guess about Mike’s masculinity, because every day she sat near the windows in the cafeteria and watched him set out for a jog. He ran each day at the same time, so she took her lunch downstairs and watched and waited.

  It was always worth the wait. He would leave the building at a slow lope wearing black sateen jogging shorts and a white, loose-weave tank-top. If she was lucky, the top would slip to the side giving her a glimpse of a dark male nipple and golden chest hair.

  What a view. It was enough to set any woman’s body on fire.

  Rita shook herself mentally. She had to stop thinking about Mike in his revealing jogging outfit. It was getting late while she wasted time wishing for the unattainable.

  Rita sighed. Why did he have to be so handsome and so married? Mike Sneider was the type of man she’d been searching for since she was a kid.

  She had absolutely no chance of gaining Mike’s interest. The man was wild about his wife. More than once, Rita had heard him on the phone with Lainie and his side of the conversations made it clear how much he loved her, and why wouldn’t he? She was gorgeous.

  Once in a while Lainie would stop by the office to meet Mike for lunch. But they often didn't leave and when Rita heard the door lock snap, she would grab her lunch and head for the cafeteria. To sit at her desk and listen to them make love was not an option. The sound of their lovemaking would break her heart.

  Rita sighed. Mike would never have a reason to see her as anything more than his secretary.

  He turned and frowned. "Something bothering you, Rita? Are you feeling ill? I hear the flu is going around. Do you want to take the day off?"

  She plastered on a fake smile. “No, I'm fine. No need to take the day off. I guess I have the 'hurry up and get here, spring-time blues'. Too bad we can't work outside today.”

  Mike nodded. “We'd probably catch our death of cold. I heard there's a front coming through and we can expect temperatures in the fifties before the day is over. It may look like spring is here, but it isn't." He waved the letters at her. "I’d better get these things signed so you can get them to the mailroom.”

  Minutes later, Rita tapped on, and then opened his door. “Mike, care for a cup of coffee? How about a couple of cookies? Mai Lei brought in some of her famous homemade almond cookies. The ones you love.”

  “Great, I'd enjoy a few with my coffee,” he said handing her the signed letters. “Be sure you have the mailroom send these out certified mail this morning.”

  “Yes sir,” Rita nodded and took the letters and headed out the door.

  * * * *

  Something had been bothering Rita lately, but Mike couldn’t quite figure out what. Boyfriend problems? Was it her time of month? He prided himself on keeping his finger on the pulse of his department, but Rita’s actions had him stumped. She seemed happy and she was always smiling, but only with her lips and not with her eyes. He hoped it wasn’t the job getting her down–Rita was an excellent administrative assistant and he would hate to lose her.

  Another thing Mike had noticed was Rita had taken to wearing slightly provocative clothing. It was unusual for her. She usually dressed conservatively for the office. Rita's clothing choices were nowhere near as wild as Lainie's choices, but they were not what he'd come to expect Rita to wear.

  Rita was a beautiful woman, but not his type. If her outfits began to show much more cleavage, he'd have to go to HR and have them speak to her. He hesitated to get HR involved. Perhaps he should have a talk with her before her wardrobe got any further out of line.

  Maybe, Rita had a new boyfriend. Possibly Chad Clark down in New Business. Chad was fairly good looking and he'd been hanging around a lot lately. More than once, Mike had returned from a meeting to find Chad draped over Rita’s desk gazing at her with a dog-eyed look. He seemed to have it bad for Rita. The moment Mike opened the office door, Rita practically kicked Chad out of the office. The poor guy always looked stunned and Rita seemed embarrassed.

  Mike sat back in his leather chair. He would have loved to put his feet up on the desk, but if he did, he'd fall asleep. He was exhausted.

  As a happily married, sexually satisfied man, Mike knew
he shouldn’t be worrying about what his secretary wore. Nevertheless, he’d have to be dead not to notice Rita had a certain appeal.

  Mike shrugged. It wasn't his fault he had an affinity for a firm, plump bottom and nicely rounded, full breasts. Rita was blessed with both. Her body wasn't nearly as fantastic as his wife's, but it was easy on the eyes.

  Rita was a temptation, but not good enough to tempt him to ruin his marriage to Lainie. He loved his wife and respected her too much to commit adultery. He could barely keep up with Lainie's sexual needs. No way did he have anything left over for a lover.

  Fate had brought Lainie to him at the perfect time in his life. He was ready to marry and ready to love and be loved. He'd had enough of playing the field and sleeping with every woman he dated.

  Lainie was the perfect wife for him. She was warm, loving and had an insatiable sexual appetite. At one time Rita might have met his needs, but there was no way she could do it now. She didn't turn him on. Yes, she was good to look at, but she didn't turn him on like his wife could.

  Mike loved Lainie and he planned to remain faithful until death parted them.

  Rita returned with the promised cookies and coffee. She leaned over his desk to hand him the steaming mug.

  “Here you go, Mike, just the way you like it.” She laid a napkin filled with Mai Lei’s almond cookies next to the coffee.

  She took her time standing up giving Mike a clear view of her ripe, round breasts. Heat crept up from his cock to his face. Okay, so they were nice breasts, but his wife's were perfect. He didn't need trouble from another woman.

  If Rita didn't start dressing properly, he was going to have to find her a position in a different department. She was beginning to embarrass him and herself.

  Mike took a sip of coffee and smiled. “Good coffee. You make it, Rita?”

  She blushed and nodded, “I brought in some flavored coffees. I thought you'd like something to spice up your life.”