Working Assets Chapter One: Setting Things Up

Jessica is tired of her husband's inadequate ways, so she finally plans to do something about it with someone else. But she has to set things up first.

“You can’t be serious!” Justin yelled at me.

“I am very serious,” I smiled back at him.

“I won’t stand idly by and…”

“There is the door,” I turned to face him and pointed at the bedroom door. “The front door is right down the stairs.”

“Jessica!” my husband yelled at me.

“Justin?” I replied sarcastically.

I could tell he was furious; his breathing was rampant, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“I am your husband!”

“I know,” I turned back to the full-length mirror on the walk-in closet door and turned slightly, admiring my ass in the black leggings I had picked out.

“You can’t do this to me!” Justin was irate at my clothing and what I intended to do tonight.

“Me, do this to you?” I chuffed as I shook my head. “Darling,” I turned again to face him. “I’ve been begging, literally on hands and knees, for you to see a specialist, anything to give me what I want in the bedroom. I have spent years trying to deal with it, and now,” I turned back to the mirror. “I am not dealing with it anymore.”

Justin’s inability to give me an orgasm or any type of pleasure in bed had been building for years. It hadn’t come on in just the past year or so; it had been years upon years of him not caring- that was the word: uncaring about my pleasure.

All he cared about was that he got to cum, he got something out of it. He got sex on his terms, not mine, and I was tired of being just a cum dumpster. I had tried to talk to him about it, but he either blew me off or told me it was my fault, that I didn’t want to have pleasure.

I even talked about counseling to fix things between us, he blew that off, he stood me up at one of our sessions and laughed about it when I got home. But I stayed. Now I had enough.

“If you do this, I will walk out,” Justin threatened.

“Walk,” I shrugged. “I am fully prepared for you just to do that,” I picked up my things and headed for the door.

He stood before me, his nostrils flaring.

“What are you going to do, hit me?” I asked. “Knock me out so I won’t go?”

Justin just stared at me, his six-foot-seven frame staring down at me. His beer-barrel stomach in front of him, his fading hairline.

While I had gone to the gym every day and sometimes twice a day to fix the many years of neglect I had done to my body, Justin had done nothing to his; he had let himself go and wasn’t doing anything to repair it.

“If you go,” he threatened again as he got out of the way. “I won’t be here when you get back.”

I smiled and kept walking all the way out to my car.

I had been planning for this night for two years; for two years, I had done everything I could to make sure I was ready for it.

Michael didn’t know what was going to hit him.

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I was the floor manager for my business selling insurance and filing claims for a large company.

Two years ago, I had to let go of one of my assistants because he was stealing time. He was found going into the storage room on company time and staying there for hours on end. Sometimes for the whole shift.

I regretted letting Karl go; he was a good friend and someone I talked to about my problems. I knew he was up to something, but I couldn’t figure out what. When the higher-ups came down on me like an anvil, I had to do something quick. So, I let him go; it was the hardest thing I had to do in my career.

I knew why Karl was doing it; he was tired physically and emotionally. Jenny, his wife, had left him, and now he was a single father raising three kids on his own, so I knew the reason, but couldn’t do anything about it.

I had to promote someone and that someone was Michael, he was a brilliant worker, first in the building, last one to leave, his numbers were through the roof, he was a literal godsend.

From the day I promoted him, there was a huge shift on the whole floor; we were meeting numbers and blowing past expectations. I was through the roof with excitement.

There was something else about Michael that I liked; at first I found it strange, but later it became a challenge.

I had always had a big butt, or ass, or cake or dumpster truck ass. I had been called everything from a Pawg, a whootie, a phat ass, ever since high school. No matter what I wore, my ass was the highlight of the show, not my DDs, not my long brown hair; nothing else about me got the most attention like my ass.

When Michael didn’t even look at it, I thought maybe he was gay, maybe he didn’t like women, so I asked around, not trying to pry into his business, but for a woman that always got attention for her ass, it was strange not to get it from a good-looking young black man.

My answer came after prying just a little more. I was his boss; that was the reason. He saw me as his boss and nothing more.

Well, being the Aries woman that I was, that answer didn’t sit well, so I took it as a challenge that I would gladly accept.

My wardrobe changed from baggy pant suits to tight pencil skirts, short skirts, and tight pants. Anything to get his eyes on me; I even started wearing low-cut tops. The girls could get their own attention some of the time, so I was going all in.

Michael didn’t bite; he didn’t even nibble on the bait.

I was getting furious. Until one day I saw it. Something that got his attention.

A fucking video game. I heard him talking to one of the other workers about a character who had a large ass in the video game, and I knew I had to see for myself.

I bought the console that day on the way home. Justin was shocked that I was about to play a video game, since I didn’t play any of the games my kids played when they were little. They had long since left the roost, leaving Justin and me to be empty nesters.

When I saw the character Emma Frost in the game, I smiled. She had my body, nice pair of tits, but a complete dumpster truck for an ass; mine was bigger, of course, but it gave me an idea.

My plan got into motion the following office party. I spread the word quietly that it was going to be a costume party. The news went around the floor like wildfire.

I bought everything I needed to complete my costume. I even dyed my hair blonde just for the event.

I went with Michael’s favorite skin, the Queen of Diamonds. Justin nearly blew a gasket when he saw me in it, and maybe I had overdone it, as I had never worn anything so revealing in my entire fifty-two years on this earth.

To my surprise, it got the effect that I desired.

Michael couldn’t take his eyes off me.

Part one of my plan had worked. Michael was all over me that night, and the following days afterward, he kept staring at my ass and my chest.

Tonight, he was going to do more than stare; tonight I was going to bend over and have him shove that black cock deep into me, and I wasn’t leaving the office until I milked his big black balls dry.