Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.
I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.
She had a fantastic body, which she pressed in a small tight white nylon overall, she always seemed to have the top couple of broken buttons, revealing just enough décolleté to have all our languages suspended. That was all I could do sometimes not take a handle when she slept with my coffee.
Then, a hot day in the summer, we persuaded her to stay and wait after her shift so that she could come to the pub with us for a prolonged lunch. Our boss was gone and no one wanted to rush. We all had a few drinks and Donna was a little clumsy. She flirted with the guys, sat on her knees and threw her arms around her neck while she laughed and spoke. After lunch instead of going straight home, the guys convinced Donna to come back to the office for a coffee and get her bag. Looking at the clock and realizing that I had a lot to catch up, I left them at the reception and I went to my office, pick up my tools and start. I started working on a product when, Dave put his head around my door.
“Come here,” he said, “I have something to show you.” I followed him in his office and closed the door behind us. I was surprised to see that Donna was inside, looking very rusty and confused. Her hair and her lipstick were everywhere. He said he pushed Donna against the wall. Sliding his hand between the poppers on it the front of his uniform, he moved them slowly to open one after another, until the garment opened up from top to bottom. I saw her wonderful breasts almost burst from her white lace bra. Donna didn’t try to stop him or cover himself as he hit her behind her and broke her bra.
“Go,” he says, “do you not want to have a good idea of these beauties?”
I couldn’t believe what he was doing, but in a few moments we raised his bra allowing him to fall free. While Dave hungrily kisses his open mouth, I finally poured my fingers into the soft flesh of these perfect breasts, Feeling the fullness of the heat in my hands while I lowered my head to suck his hard nipples. I looked downstairs and saw that Dave had his panties half-down and his fingers well inside his pussy. As he walks, Donna allowed his legs to fall more open to welcome him. I could say that she really turned around by her quick breathing and how she responded to our kisses.
“Let her go to the office, I’ll fuck her,” Dave said. “No,” Donna gasped, “you don’t have to,” but she was already bent on the desk without our help.
I pushed a heavy box against the door while Dave held her firmly by the shoulders and slowed down her big dick in her waiting pussy. My eyes were transfixed on her while I moved around the desk. A few days ago, she seemed untenable and now she was almost naked in front of me with her great wonderful boobs as my friend tirelessly beat her pussy.
I took her away by the hair slowly lifting the head of the office and pressing her tits as I offered my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth with obedience and let me slide. The excitement was more than I could bear and it was not long before my spunk was throwing on his face. Dave quickly followed the pumping of her sperm at the bottom of her.
“Please don’t tell the others,” Donna pleaded like she dried her face on a neighbor’s towel.
It turned out that Dave had tried with her when we came back and she had not offered any resistance at all. I guess alcohol played a role, but now we’ve been so far there was no return.
It was worth keeping us, we have some sort of understanding now. While the other guys have always fantasized about their dream girl, we have it at any time and anyway we choose. She’s a bitch now, every morning we watch her kiss her husband goodbye while he drops her at the front door, knowing that in a few minutes our dicks will fuck that sweet mouth. Several times I had my dick inside her, the humant from behind while she shook her from my office window. She was out as we did, admitting once it wasn’t the first time she took more than one guy at the same time. It turned out that when she was about 15 years old and went to Spain with her parents, a group of about five local boys took her and dragged her into their apartment. I assume that with the intention of gangs to rape her, but at the end she could not get enough of them and even returned the following night for another session. I don’t think she ever shared that with her husband. As time passed, we became more and more bold, I was key to the office and asked him to come a few hours a Saturday morning. The office was closed of course, but she apologized to her husband that we were taking. When her husband Bill dropped it, Dave and I were waiting for it. As soon as I turned the key at the door, we stripped her naked in a few seconds and we started kissing her at the front desk. I don’t think Bill’s car left the parking lot. I brought a double quilt from the house and stretched it on the canteen dining table and fucked it for three hours in every imaginable position.
I had to do it four times and my balls were eating. Dave was gonna end up in his mouth when we heard the bell. I saw Bill’s car outside. Instead of panic, I can’t believe we did this, but while Dave ended up in her mouth I went down and made Bill a cup of coffee and asked her to wait for stairs at the reception for her, before returning to fuck Donna one last time. We made him wait about 20 minutes while I emptied him another charge. I think it was the excitement of knowing that her husband was only on the stairs, which further increased our awakening.
After washing and Donna had applied a fresh makeup, we accompanied him on the stairs.
“It looks like you’ve all worked hard,” Bill commented, given Donna’s play hunting. “She works like a pro,” I said with a smile, “I don’t know how we could handle without her.”
I don’t know what apology she did to her, but on Monday she said she was so sad that she couldn’t sleep with Bill all weekend. Fortunately she rested because we planned another session for her at lunchtime. We had it several times after, both in working hours and outside. Even at the Christmas party at the office, while one of our colleagues kept Bill talking at the bar, we sat Donna between us and we went to finger her discreetly under the table. He was a few meters away, but had no idea what was going on. We each put a hand on his leg, forcing them away and allowing us unlimited access to his pussy. In the end, I completely removed his underwear soaked, placing the tiny thong in my pocket as a souvenir. I remember that we all turned out by what we were doing that we took her to the hotel elevator and after reaching the upper floor, I opened the door with my foot, while Dave and I had his dress pulled and hands on his boobs urging them to make his nipples stand out. Then we put him on his knees on the ground between us while we were both angry furiously in his open mouth. We took crazy risks, someone could have gotten out of their rooms and caught us, but I guess that made it look more out. When we had finished with her, a little bit of our spunk had hung on her cheek and Dave wouldn’t let her wipe her, making her walk in the hotel lobby before he gave her a dime. When we got into the bar, Bill was drinking and drinking and hadn’t even noticed that Donna was missing. It was the night we shot the most daring. Dave and I continued to buy Bill whisky until he could barely get up, then we helped him come back to his room allowing him to go to bed. We stayed in their room for about half an hour, and while Bill was still cold, we pulled his wife’s breasts out of her dress and played with her nipples as we said. It was so tempting to kiss her again on the bed next to her sleeping husband, but we thought it might be a little too tempting fate.
Unfortunately all the good things happened at the end and we said goodbye to Donna at the end of last year when Bill’s work forced them to go to Frankfurt. I’m sure you can imagine we gave him a party to remember, but that’s another story.