These times are so stressful. At home, when you wake up, the news is on the radio. You and your wife agreed that getting the weather, traffic, and headlines was important as you had a quick breakfast, made lunch, and head off to work.
But recently the headlines have all been about the government, the economy, and politics. As you get out of bed, you shake your head in frustration. “They can’t be that stupid.” “Are they trying to mess things up for ordinary people?” “This can’t be real; they must have another plan.” Turning off the radio, you head to the bathroom to clean up. Your wife is already there. She got up while you were listening to the headlines.
Wordlessly you shake your head and go to the kitchen to make coffee. “Maybe an English muffin will help with my mood.” You think as you fill the coffee maker and turn it on. You open the breadbox, there aren’t any English muffins. You check the freezer and remember that you said you would pick up more, the next time you went to the grocery store. You sigh and make some toast.
Your wife comes in, her hair damp from the shower, but she’s already dressed for work. “Good Morning Dear, the bathroom is all yours.”
You glance up at the clock. It is later than you thought, so you quickly jump in the shower, forgetting your coffee and toast.
The water is warm but not as hot as you would like it. “Maybe she used most of the hot water.” You mutter to yourself. “There’s always something. If it isn’t the government, then it’s work. If it’s not work, then it’s the house.”
You rinse off and then lather up to shave. You feel angry and irritated as you pull the razor across your cheek. “Damn.” You pressed too hard and cut yourself. Then you take a moment, exhale, look in the mirror, and slow down your strokes. As you bring the razor up under your chin, you hear. “Are you alright Dear? I’m packed and about to go.”
“What?” you ask as you nick your chin. A small cut that quickly bleeds.
In the doorway of the bathroom, your wife is standing there, wearing her pantsuit and jacket, her work bag on her shoulder, and her coat across her arm.
“Are you doing okay? You’re running late.” She says.
You rinse the soap from your face and turn to kiss her.
“Maybe when you get home. You’re bleeding. I have a meeting today and don’t want to get blood on me. I’m leaving. Hurry up and good luck.” She says, turning and heading for the front door.
You dry your face and place a couple of bits of toilet paper over the cuts. “It’s going to be one of those days.” You say to yourself as you quickly dress.
You then go back into the kitchen, fill a travel mug with coffee, and pull your now cold toast from the toaster. “I’ll buy lunch at work.” You say in a resigned tone as you munch on the toast, grab your coat, and climb into your car.
The drive to work is worse than it has been all week. “That’s what they get when they eliminate teleworking from home.” You listen to the news on the radio for a bit, but it just gets you more angry and frustrated. You switch to a music station, but even there, you hear headlines and news comments between songs.
Finally you arrive in the office parking lot. It is filling up so fast, you head to one of the farthest rows away from the building. Not what you really want, but you can use the walk into the building to calm yourself.
Sitting at your computer, you check emails. A number of them are from clients asking if the company will still support your contracts. You respond to each one, saying something like “Of course. We always honor our agreements. Whether you are a Government Agency, a Private Company, or a Small Business, you will continue to support them.”
Soon your supervisor walks over, and notices one of your responses. “Hey, pause those for now. There will be a meeting in the conference room in a bit. I think it is related to what clients are asking.”
“Ok, Will do.” You respond, then get an email from the front office about “All Departments Meeting at 10:00am.” You click, the “I will be there” response, and pick up your mostly empty coffee mug. As you walk to the coffee pot, you overhear people talking. “I hear all of the government funding was cancelled.” “Something about how our contracts supported ‘Woke’ companies” “Hopefully during the meeting, we’ll find out.”
As you sip your coffee and listen, you want to comment, but you really don’t know what’s going on. Hopefully you will get some answers soon. You sit back at your desk and sip your coffee. You could call your wife. Her voice always sounds so good, but what you really want is her to be there, so you could take her into storage closet and let her give you a blow job. It is your favorite “workplace fantasy”. Just the thought of your wife, hiding under your desk with her soft lips on you, has you getting hard. A reminder note about the meeting pops up on your computer screen. You sigh, grab your travel mug and a notepad, and head to the large conference room.
It is rare that you attend a meeting here, and even rarer to see the place packed. You grab a chair near the door and try to relax. The voices in the room are a mixture of comments similar to what you heard getting coffee.
The Director walks in and the room goes quiet, as he approaches the podium and a graphic slide fills the space behind him.
“Good Morning Everyone. Let me first say, I am proud of the work you do. Regardless of what you hear or read in the news; I want you to know I am very happy with the work all of you have done for the company.”
For the next few minutes he continues on, in typical corporate speak, talking about how, “in the past the company has been profitable, supporting all of its clients. Its government contracts were the main pillar of this support, etc.” This continues for a few more minutes and you start to get bored, until. “Today that all changed. The government suspended all of its contracts with us, pending further review.” You and those sitting around you, all raise your hand to ask why, but before you can ask the question, the director motions with his hands for you to all lower yours. “Next slide, please.” He says, and a statement that is standard in almost all of the company’s contracts fills the screen. “We offer competitive prices by utilizing source diversity to purchase the best items at the lowest prices.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, according to the letter we received from our government contract representative, all contracts and programs related to ‘Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion’ are cancelled or suspended. Corporate Legal is already addressing this but until it is resolved, all government contract support is halted. You can still support your private industry and small business clients, but until you hear otherwise, all government support is paused.”
You are stunned, and have a desire to get back to your desk and reread all of your earlier emails. But for now you just sit and let the director continue. “At this time, all your jobs are secure, but that could change, depending on what we hear from Legal. Work with your supervisors to ensure that all of your outstanding invoices are logged and….”
You slowly shake your head. “This is stupid” you mutter to yourself as you take a sip of coffee from your mug.
After the meeting, you click on your inbox and you see a canned response for your government clients drafted up by corporate legal. You dutifully copy it and send it to each one. By the time you send it to your last one, a logistics office you have worked with for years, you are cursing under your breath, “Dumb ass mother fuckers.” You look at the clock and see that it’s lunchtime. Normally you would have a few of your buddies meet you at the corner café, but today you will just get a sandwich to-go and eat it at your desk.
“Fucking stupid cocksuckers. They wouldn’t know source diversity if it rammed up their asses.” You say in a low tone as you walk out of the office. Apparently a few people hear you and give you strange looks. You exhale slowly and say, “I’m sorry. Just frustrated for my clients.” A few folks nod, including a guy who you think works in accounting, who gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up “It will clear up in a few days.”
The rest of the day, you feel like you’re in a fog. You don’t remember eating your sandwich, but you have the empty wrapper at your desk. Near the end of the day, your supervisor comes by, “Are you doing alright?”
You nod and smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. We have other clients, and we’ll keep supporting them.”
“Ok, but I know that the government contracts were the biggest part of what you do. Are you sure you’re okay? I heard you cussing and cursing earlier, and I don’t blame you. I’m angry too, but….”
“But what can you do about it? Legal needs to fix it. I know.” You respond in a depressed tone.
“Ok. Head home and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says walking away.
You feel almost numb walking out of the building. The parking spaces closest to the building are all empty as you walk to your car. The traffic going home is almost double what the morning ‘rush hour’ was. To occupy your mind, you flip stations on the radio. You try to find music to relax to, but you keep hitting commercials that you have heard too many times, or news reports that just make you angry. As you get closer to your house, you just turn the radio off and drive in silence, but that is almost worse, because your anger is just building.
You walk into the house and hear your wife ask “Did you stop by the store on the way home?”
“Fuck no. Dammit I forgot” you respond angrier than you planned.
She comes out of the bedroom, having changed from her work clothes into her workout clothes. The yoga pants accent her curvy body so well.
“It’s okay. I’ll go on my way back from the gym.” She says, then looks more closely at you. “Are you feeling okay?”
You walk up to her and kiss her, a kiss that still has angry energy behind it. “It was a rough day.” You say, resting a hand on her sports bra covered breast and pressing your forehead against hers.
“Do you want to tell me about it? I don’t have to go out.”
You kiss her again, your one had grabbing a handful of her soft hair, as your other one caresses her breast through the bra. “What I really want is you.” You say in an almost animalistic tone.
“All right.” She responds, reaching down and undoing your belt. “Maybe a workout, right here in the hallway might make you feel better?” The tone of her voice drops to a seductive tone.
You get hard as you feel her open your pants, and you slide your fingers under her sports bra. Her nipple hardens as you roll it with your fingertips. Your other hand pulls her hair firmly as you kiss her neck.
Her hand is warm on your hard cock as she reaches and grips it. You press her down to her knees, and pull her head back, so her mouth is open. Her pretty mouth looks so inviting. She isn’t used to you being so direct as to what you want, but she doesn’t resist.
You rub your sensitive tip around her lips and then into her wet, warm mouth. It feels so good. You place both your hands on her head and slowly move back and forth. You imagine her under your desk, sucking you off as everyone is working. Your favorite work fantasy.
She grabs your ass to steady herself as you go deeper into her mouth with each trust. A gagging sound comes from her, which turns you on even more, but you want her moans instead. You pull out, stand her up, turn her around, pull down her yoga pants and panties, and thrust into her damp pussy. You hold her against the wall, pressing her as you fuck her harder and faster.
“Oh…. Yes…..” You hear her moan. You grab her hips and thrust harder.
“Yeah, take it. Take it deeper.”
Backing up a bit, you give her room to bend over. “That’s it. Show me how you want it. Your sexy ass. So tight and firm from working out.”
She does as you command, bending over. She seems excited by your forceful tone. The anger from the whole day seems to be moving through you as you grab her harder and trust deeper. “You like it, don’t you?” You say through gritted teeth.
“Yes….Fuck me….Cum in me….” She moans.
You continue until you start sweating, then you thrust hard and hold it inside of her. You feel pressure and pleasure release as you shoot your cum inside of her.
Slowly you slide your softening dick from her, as semen drips from her wet pussy. Standing up straight, she asks “Do you feel better?”
You nod as you wipe beads of sweat from your forehead.
“Good.” She says in a hungry tone. “My turn.” Taking your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She has you lie on the bed and she mounts your face. Her wet pussy smells of desire and cum. “You aren’t the only one who needs release. Show me what you can do.” She commands.
Obediently you lick her wet lips, tasting the sour, acrid, flavor of your spunk mixed with her natural juices. You lick deeper as she presses her cunt harder against you. Rocking back and forth, she pins you down. “Lick me, lick it deeper.”
The tone in her voice is almost angry. Her clit rubs against your nose as she rocks her hips forward. “Use your whining little mouth to make me cum. You bitch about the news. Use that tongue for something that makes a difference.”
She rides you harder. Her enthusiasm turns you on and you are hard again.
Her pleasure builds and her pussy pulses against your mouth. She is breathing harder but she notices your hard cock behind her. She slides down your body and puts your hard-on inside of her. “Let’s not waste this.” She says he rides you until both of you cum again.
You are both sweating and breathing hard as she lies next to you.
“Do you feel better?” she asks.
“I do. Should I tell me about my day?” you answer.
“Only if I can tell you about mine too. But how about we shower, and order some take out, first?”
You kiss her, softer and more relaxed. “Of course. Do you want to shower together, to save hot water?”
“Sure. Let’s do things that make sense. There’s enough craziness in the world.” She says heading for the bathroom.
“Yes, but as long as I have you, it’ll all work out.” You say stripping off the rest of your clothing and following her.
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