Have you ever wondered what your wife gets up to when she is
away at work? Does she come home later than expected, and rush
upstairs to wash and change before you even have chance to exchange
a few words? Does she avoid intimacy on the excuse that she
had a tough day at the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear
for work? If all of this sounds familiar you should read on.
I would like to share a story with you about a situation which
developed at work a year or so ago. At the time I was working
in the busy service department of an electrical retail company.
There were about ten guys servicing all kinds of domestic appliance.
We had a couple of girls working on the help desk and customer
reception down stairs, but our floor was pretty much a male
dominated environment, so you can imagine the delight amongst
the guys when our service manager employed a really pretty young
cleaner. She only worked part time but watching her breasts
wobble as she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every
morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she would make
the tea and coffee and bring it round to each of our desks on
a tray. The guys would always be up to mischief, tickling her
while she had the tray and generally fooling around. She was
a bit embarrassed at first, but it wasn't long before she was
giving back as good as she got.
She had a fantastic body, which she squeezed into a tight little
white nylon overall, she always seemed to have the top couple
of buttons undone, revealing just enough cleavage to have all
our tongues hanging out. It was all I could do sometimes to
keep from just grabbing a handful when she bent over with my
Then one hot day in the summer we had persuaded her to stay
and wait for us after her shift so that she could come out to
the pub with us for an extended lunch. Our boss was away on
leave and no one was intending rushing back. We all had quite
a few drinks and Donna was clearly getting a bit tipsy. She
was flirting with the guys, sitting on their knees and putting
her arms around their necks while she laughed and talked. After
lunch instead of going straight home the guys persuaded Donna
to come back into the office for a coffee and to collect her
bag. Looking at the clock and realizing that I had a lot of
catching up to do I left them in reception and headed for my
office, reluctantly picking up my tools and getting started.
I had just started working on a product when, Dave put his head
around my door.
"Come here", he gestured, "I have something
to show you". Puzzled I followed him into his office and
he closed the door behind us. I was surprised to see that Donna
was inside, looking very flushed and disheveled. Her hair and
lipstick were all over the place. Watch this, he said as he
pressed Donna up against the wall. Sliding his hand between
the poppers on her the front of her uniform he slowly popped
them open one after the other, until the garment was flapping
open from top to bottom. I could see her wonderful tits almost
bursting out of her white lacey bra. Donna made no attempt to
stop him or cover herself as he reached behind her and unclipped
"Come on", he said, "don't you want to have
a good feel at these beauties?"
I couldn't believe what he was doing; but in moments we had
lifted away her bra allowing her full breasts to fall free.
As Dave hungrily kissed her open mouth, I at last sank my fingers
in to the soft flesh of those perfect tits, Feeling the warm
fullness in my hands as I lowered my head to suck on her hardening
nipples. I looked down and saw that Dave now had her knickers
halfway down and his fingers well inside her pussy. As he probed,
Donna was allowing her legs to fall further open to accommodate
him. I could tell she was getting really turned on by her rapid
breathing and the way she was responding to our kisses.
"Lets bend her over the desk, I am going to fuck her",
said Dave. "No", Donna gasped, "you mustn't",
but she was already starting to bend over the desk without our
I pushed a heavy box against the door as Dave held her firmly
by the shoulders and slowly eased his big hard cock into her
waiting pussy. My eyes were transfixed on her as I moved around
the desk. A few days ago she had seemed unattainable and now
here she was almost naked in front of me with her wonderful
big tits bouncing as my friend relentlessly pounded her pussy.
I took hold of her by the hair lifting her head slowly from
the desk and squeezing her tits as I offered my cock to her
lips. She obediently opened her mouth and let me slide in.
The excitement was more than I could stand and it wasn't long
before my spunk was jetting over her face. Dave quickly followed
pumping his cum deep inside her.
"Please don't tell the others", Donna pleaded as
she dried her face on a nearby towel.
It turned out that Dave had tried it on with her when we
got back and she had offered no resistance at all. I guess
the alcohol had played a part, but now we had gone this far
there was no turning back.
It was worth keeping to ourselves, we have kind of an understanding
now. While the other guys still fantasized about their dream
girl, we have her any time and any way we choose. She is such
a slut now, every morning we watch her kiss her husband goodbye
as he drops her at the front door, knowing that in just a
few minutes our cocks will be fucking that sweet mouth. Several
times I have actually had my cock inside her, humping her
from behind as she waved him off from my office window. She
used to get as exited as we did; admitting to me once that
it was not the first time she had taken on more than one guy
at the same time. It turned out that when she was about 15
and holidaying in Spain with her parents, a group of about
five local boys pounced on her and dragged her into their
apartment. I guess with the intention of gang raping her,
but in the end she couldn't get enough of them and even returned
the next night for a further session. I don't think that she
had ever shared any of this with her husband.