Jessica the Newbie Reporter Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Jessica the Newbie Reporter Ch. 04

... says.

"Ummm, cool," the naive man mumbles, not paying attention to his wife.

Jessica changes her tone, "If you're a good boy tonight, I might send you some of the photos during the day," she purrs.

Willy nods, still distracted, "Sure..."

Cheerful, Jess puts Paul back on his playpen and steps to the kitchen to start dinner.

"Oh, and what did the Director say about Sandy?" The handsome husband asks, eager to get rid of Jess's perverted coworker.

"Mr. Winston-Phillips wasn't in today. I scheduled an appointment for Thursday," Jess says with resignation.

"That's sad... at least you are on his calendar now..." Willy says, looking a bit uneasy at the news. He's about to ask her a follow-up but bites his tongue.

They make dinner, play with their son, put him to bed, and then sit down to watch some mindless TV.

Willy starts feeling horny, and Jess's job comes back to his mind. He can't resist his curiosity anymore.

"So... uh... did Sandy try anything today?" He asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Nothing new... he's always an asshole. It was very embarrassing, though," Jess replies.

Wilson tries to play it cool, "Oh?"

"Some people saw it..." the redhead wife says.

"Saw what?" He insists.

Jessica inhales, knowing her husband won't like her answer. "I was just sitting in the kitchen, taking my lunch out, when he..." She lets it hang in the air briefly, and Willy gulps. "He slapped his thingy on my cheek! He's impossible!"

"His penis!?" ...

... The upset husband exclaims, standing and balling his hand into a fist.

"Shhhh... Paul is asleep..." Jess chastises him; he grimaces and sits down. "It was awful... some of the other guys just laughed. But Jack reprimanded him and made him clean the equipment for the rest of the day," she explains.

Willy put his hand to his temple, "Ugh... I hate this kid..."

"I know, babe," Jess agrees. "I hope Mr. Edgar sees my side of it."

"He has to. It will be alright, Bottoms," he says, and they hug. "Anything else happened?"

"Not with Sander," she says, "But... Jack..."

"Oh, shit," Wilson blurts out, knowing that her boss is out of their control. 'We need a plan to deal with him...' he thinks.

Jess sighs, "Yeah, baby. So, I was just in my bra and skirt talking to Jack and Sandy about the segment tomorrow..."

Willy interrupts, "Your bra?"

"Yeah, silly. I said my boss makes me do that, remember?" The strawberry blonde shakes her head.

"Ugh... I thought that was a one-time thing..." the naive husband frowns.

"No, I told you," the hot wife says. "Mr. Stone wants me to talk to them in just my bra so I can get used to it. You agreed to it, babe."

Willy doesn't remember Jessie saying it or him agreeing to it. 'So Bottoms chats with her coworkers in just her bra... at work... gee...'. He feels his weenie twitch. Jess notices it and smirks, knowing her hubby likes it.

"Can I continue?" She asks sultrily, her hand resting close to his half-boner. He nods. ...