"And then he said, 'I can handle a lot of things, Mrs. Anderson,'"
"You're cold-blooded, absolutely cold-blooded," Jameson complimented his wife.
"What happened after that?"
"I asked him just a few more questions. Made the interview as short as possible. But it wasn't entirely just to piss him off. I have pilates every morning at 10; you know that."
"That's true. You do."
"And of course, I could have told him I was the one interviewing him that day..."
"And that you're married..."
"And that I'm married, but he was the one always pushing the rules, always making the assumption that women, including me, couldn't actually have a casual arrangement. Hmpf, little did he know. Sometimes, people just have to learn the hard way."
"Cold-blooded," Jameson laughed.
"Am I cold-blooded, baby?" Michaela asked her husband.
"You sure are. I think you need to be punished."
"Who's gonna punish me?" she asked, scootching closer to him on their wrap-around, gray couch.
"Who the hell do you think?"
"Mmm, I'm ready for it.
"Ready to be punished?"
Michaela laid her body down across their sturdy coffee table and spread her legs wide.
Jameson ran his hands to the top of her shorts, yanked them down past her knees, past her toes and threw them across the room.
She shifted, gathering his finger tips inside of her.
Michaela moved back and forth over three of his digits while Jameson scooped his rock hard dick out of his sweat pants.
He replaced his fingers with a rod of pain.
He allocated her punishment.
The punishment she deserved because she decided it was deserved.
She bathed in the pleasure of her power.
She demanded more and he gave her more.
She thanked him by squatting on his face, grinding her juices into his mouth while bending forward and accepting his stream of excitement down her throat.
They moaned in unison. Husband and wife, gripped each other for balance, for the stability that they only found in each other.
Returning to the couch, he wrapped his arms around her and she melted into his chest.
"So, do you think you'll hire him?" Jameson asked his wife.
"Possibly. He's actually quite qualified."
"Sounds good, love."