It was now Thursday. It involved a meeting with a lot of the other heads of departments. The morning went swimmingly. Tim went off for his catch up with his old friend, I did a lot of boring spreadsheet related crap. It was to be my first head of department meeting. I expected to be bored. Tim came back in a bad mood. I heard him swear.
“*What’s wrong?”*
“*Meeting is cancelled.”*
“*Why?”*
“*Well, apparently all the other heads decided to take the afternoon off to go get drunk. I perhaps should have gotten drunk at my catch up but no, I still prefer to remain professional. Fuckwits.”*
“*I was not even aware of this.”*
“*I can guarantee all their little secretaries knew and didn’t bother to tell you. These are not the women you having breakfast with, are they?”*
“*No. It is a couple of the actual scientists. I did notice, the secretaries are a breed of their own. Everyone else has been lovely.”*
“*Never mind, it just leaves me with a two hour block with nothing to do. I can change that. Are you keen?”*
“*Well, yes.”*
“*But we have to do it here. I cannot easily go off to a hotel on Thursdays. Actually…are you into being an exhibitionist?”*
“*Well not that I ever had been but possibly?”*
“*A few of the senior scientists have commented on your appearance. It seems you have inadvertently become wank bank material for most of the men in this office. Now would you object to being my fuck toy in front of them?”*
“*Are you serious?”*
“*Very serious, Alexis.”*
“*But they know you are married. They know I am married. Would they go and gossip?”*
“*No, they would not. The four of them are dear friends of mine and have been for years. I used to swing, Alexis.”*
“*Wonders never cease, with them and their wives?”*
“*Yes. So when you asked me if I had cheated on Julie, no. But I have had sex with other women since I been with her. We stopped doing it because Julie got pregnant and there was a bit of fuss because I was not entirely sure Cadence was mine. She is. She looks like me but I was so worried I would have to go have a paternity test because heaven forbid a condom broke with one of the guys. It was enough to stop me doing it. So the guys are well used to me being sexual and it is a bit of a boys club. I won’t do it unless you want to.”*
“*Tim, I need to live my life a little. If I can trust they won’t go blabbing and talking, sure, by all means do it. When?”*
“*Two. That was when that meeting was supposed to be. I kind of told they I had some thing planned of an adult nature.”*
“*Heaven forbid if anyone found out what you guys get up to.”*
“*Well usually, we go to strip clubs and brothels. Not that I ever indulged in the brothels, it is not my scene.”*
I was horrified. What did I just agree to? Was I really working in an office full of perverts?
I was asked to swing by Tim’s office at quarter to two. When I did get in there, I took off the jacket I had worn at lunch. I then placed one leg up on his desk.
“*Nice to see you are wearing panties, Alexis. Panties that are the same colour as the top. The top is rather form fitting but at least the nipples are not obvious…wait…”*
“*Yes?”*
“*Are you wearing a swimsuit?”*
“*I didn’t want to say and I didn’t think we were getting involved in sexual horseplay today but yes. Doubles as a top and underwear.”*
“*I am rather impressed. Have you used your pool membership yet?”*
“*No. I was thinking about doing that real soon though. Apparently, they allow nude bathing in one of the pools.”*
“*They do. Not intended to be sexual…how about you slide that top down, Ms Timms. I want to see your tits.”*
I slipped the top portion of the swimsuit down to reveal my breasts. My nipples were in their normal state but they quickly hardened. He went into the top draw of his desk and retrieved a leather collar.
“*A slave collar, Daddy. Has it always been in that draw. You seem to have everything.”*
“*No, I only bought it this morning. Real leather. I think you have earned the right to be my pet. My toy. I want to own you because frigid fucker husband doesn’t seem to.”*
“*I guess I cannot allow myself to feel guilty about it. Ownership is a wonderful idea, Daddy.”*
He did the collar up snugly and attached a leash. I was amazed he had it all at his disposal. I was not aware of him doing any kind of BDSM though there were hints of it with his intricate knowledge of bondage knots and ties.
“*You have lipstick in your bag, don’t you?”*
“*Yes, Daddy.”*
He reached into my handbag, and pulled out my red lipstick. He then proceeded to write SLAPPER on my chest. No sooner had he done that, his door opened and in came the four senior meteorologists. Otherwise known as the secret swinging circle I was not aware of.
“*Oh boys, good, you are here. You are aware of this fucking slapper here, Ms Timms. Her and I have been fucking one another this week. As you know, things with the ball and chain at home have been down the shitter for god knows how long. Take a seat.”*
I did not dare say a word as he lead me to the front of the stationery cupboard. The four of them gathered around me, whilst Tim stood behind me and suddenly held onto my tits. He was sporting a pair of leather gloves. I was into sensory feelings and I remembered as a younger woman how I had a pair of leather driving gloves I used to touch myself with. I remembered the powdery softness of them and the way they glided over bare skin. Here he was cupping my tits whilst my face went a shade of red. Yes, I was a little embarrassed.
The soft leather plucked my nipples, twisting them ever so slightly, when I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I whispered to him….
“*I am scared I will accidentally pee myself, Daddy.”*
“*How embarrassing would that be if you peed for an audience?”*
I turned around and licked my lips suggestively at him. I rather liked being on display. He opened the cupboard behind him and pulled out a couple of wooden clothes pegs.
“*God knows why we keep pegs in the cupboard, unless of course, it is to clamp my secretary’s rather excited nipples.”*
Ouch. The clothing pegs were applied and it pinched just a little. Before me were four men I respected very much, all with very obvious erections in their pants. I didn’t see the point in asking for the bathroom. So I just stood there with my legs apart.
The stream of pale urine was warm and comforting as I pissed all over the floor and drenched my thighs. I felt like a very naughty little girl and it did not bother Tim in the slightest.
“*Daddy, I have peed myself.”*
“*Good girl, Ms Timms. Now suck my cock.”*
No hesitation as I grabbed his girth and licked and sucked his dick. Had my tongue wriggling around in his peehole. Over time, my ability to give a blow job was getting better. Sure, he came every time so far, but I was beginning to learn the quirks he liked. Yes, tongue his peehole, masturbate his shaft hard. He especially loves it when you look right at him just before he comes.
“*Boys, raid the stationery cupboard. Fill her pussy with marker pens and phallic objects.”*
I didn’t know what turned me on more. The fact I was fellating him for an audience or the fact I could feel relative strangers inserting marker pens, rulers and erasers into my sopping wet pussy. It almost proved too much for him when I looked at him with a *“Do you like me sucking your cock, Daddy?”* kind of look.
Out came the cum. All over my face, all over my chest which my nipples began to redden from the pegs. Pens covered in pussy juice were ejected from me. There was always a few minutes of awkward before Tim switched from Daddy to my boss. But we had four guys with us.
“*Ms Timms, I had no idea you were the boss’s plaything. Trust me when I say this, I shall not say a word.”*
“*Well thank you Mr Samuels. I had no idea you were that way inclined. Same goes for you, Mr O’Hara, Mr Jones and Mr Hoyt. I did wonder if your fellow women colleagues have the same kink in the tail. I am supposed to be having breakfast with them on Sunday.”*
“*I would not worry about the girls. They are tame compared to us.”*
“*Well then guys, I suggest you take a break to relieve yourselves because we shall not be heading back into that office to check the forecasts with stiff cocks. I am going to get Ms Timms to clean herself up. We have work to do.”*
They filed out and I was still there on the table, covered in cum with a stuffed pussy.
“*So how was that, Alexis?”*
“*I never knew I had it in me. To be a show off. To be toyed and sexually exploited for an audience of co workers. I trust the guys. I trust the girls. This is a tight knit work place. Now can I be excused because I need to wash you off me, and tidy myself up. We do have something to attend to this afternoon.”*
“*Yes, of course. Look…if anything we do is something you are uncomfortable with, you need to tell me. You are not just some vessel for my semen. I do care about you, I always have.”*
“*I know that. I do. It is just hard keeping this secret life. Not so secret when it seems half the office knows you have been soliciting me for sex. I keep wondering…where does this lead?”*
“*I am not thinking about that. We need to keep on the down low. I have a lot more to lose than you do.”*
“*Spoken like a true adulterer.”*
I excused myself to shower. I do not remember the rest of the day well, I felt a little out of it. When I returned home, Glen was out. It was a night of Thai food and the sofa. He didn’t return until midnight and by then, I was fast asleep. Ships passing in the night and all that shit.
I knew the four guys were involved with another meeting that was due at 11. I did wonder if it was an actual meeting or whether these guys just wasted half their working life indulging in sexual practices. I had a hard time believing any of it was real. I had never worked in a place like it, other than the scandal in my last place when one of the department heads was fucking his team assistant and got her pregnant. Here, it was like they played with one another and no one batted an eyelid. What a sordid mess.
Anyhow, being Friday I wanted to turn the tables. As I sat on the train, I looked at all the casual dressers around me. I guess I was reasonably casual. It was a t shirt and a leather mini skirt with boots.
Just before 11, I went into Tim’s office. He was engrossed in the newspaper and the coffee I had made him 10 minutes before. I shut the door behind me.
“*Oh hello, Alexis.”*
“*Put the paper down, Tim.”*
“*Okay…can I just say I never imagine I would see you in a pair of boots. I don’t think I have ever seen you wear boots.”*
I then did the unthinkable and stood up on his desk, praying it would not break with my weight.
“*Well, I cannot say I am complaining about the view, I rather like an upskirt, Ms Timms.”*
“*How about I show you how I went braless today because I figured you would want to cop a feel, Daddy.”*
He stood up and did just that. Reached under my top to feel up my tits. I saw that as my move to make. I grabbed his head and made sure he was face to face with my panties. I rubbed myself on him.
“*I know you love pussy but perhaps I should deny it to you for now. I suck your cock all the time Daddy. Eat my pussy sometime.”*
“*I will Ms Timms but I would rather we did that in a more intimate location that my office. I would rather it was a sensual experience. Because when was the last time your husband went down on you?”*
“*Too long.”*
“*Now get down from there and onto the desk. Show time is about to start.”*
“*Show time?”*
“*You know the four kinks are going to be in here, right. Some of the heads of departments will be here too. Fancy being a fuck toy again?”*
“*All those men in here. Are we doing what I think we are doing?”*
“*I guess so. I am going to pull the condoms out anyhow…”*
So I was on the table. My skirt had been shoved up and my panties taken off. He had lifted my t shirt so I was there exposed with my tits out when the men came into the room.
It was not just the four kinks. There were six others as well. All men I recognised who I thought were in happy committed marriages. Perhaps not.
I wish I could remember it better. I had six men treating every inch of my body to a bit of tongue. Hands were everywhere as the four others and Tim were watching my pussy become wet. Indeed, they all had a turn at sticking a finger or two in me. Suddenly there were eleven erect dicks in the room. Fucking hell.
Was it planned a certain way. One by one, the four men took turns at fucking me. They wore condoms but I remember James, otherwise known as Mr Samuels, was quite large. I gasped when he entered me. A very thick hard dick that stretched me something shocking. No sooner had he started to slam his dick in and out of me, the other six men arranged themselves around me. Two of them were hitting my face with their cocks before I took turns sucking them off. I had a dick in each hand. The other two stood further down, slowly stroking their cocks to the views that they could see. I was that engrossed in the blow jobs and hand jobs I was given, I didn’t know when James blew his load and it was then Peter O’Hara’s turn. A much slimmer dick with a bend in it. Each time a new man fucked me, the other six would change places. The men had some sort of stamina if they were waiting to release their loads at the end. I went through the other two who were engaged in some sort of race to see who would cum first. My pussy was drenched and slightly worn when it came to the killer punch.
I saw Tim standing there with his impressive dick and no condom to be seen. I kind of expected that. I noticed it was him straight away and a part of me was wanting to get up off the table and run off with him somewhere. But no.
“*Ms Timms, you filthy slapper. You are my filthy slapper. I think we are about to a make a mess. Thank god it is Friday”*
It was very strange. I ended up with jerking cocks shooting cum into the air and all over my face, my chest and my stomach. I had become the cumslut Tim wanted.
As per usual, there was that very eerie moment immediately after. There was Tim’s semen leaking out of me all over the table.
“*Guys, you are dismissed.”*
All ten of them filed out. I lay there, not sure what to think. Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to scream in delight for rebelling.
“*Alexis…”*
“*Yes?”*
“*I get guilt about things like that but you did want a gang bang, right?”*
“*That was one of my biggest fantasies for years. I have had more dick this week than I have in the last four to five years. It doesn’t matter how I had it, I just hope it does not make things awkward. I feel more guilt about the fact I am fucking around with a family member albeit a family member to Glen. It is almost incestuous in that respect. Glen does not suspect a thing. Does Julie?”*
“*No. I think she would almost expect me to cheat on her and I never have. Well until Monday. Now, go use my shower. Wash yourself up. Hell, I might even join you.”*
As I stood under the hot water in the shower he had in his office – he often rode his bike to work – I watched the water pelt down on his body. He called it a dad body but I still found it sexy as hell. A couple of love handles, sparse hair on the chest and a plump bottom. I always had a fondness for him and it had not changed but it was loaded with something else. I went back to my desk and we forwent the Friday drinks. I wanted to go home and sleep.
It was eerie to wake on Saturday knowing the week I had had. Glen and I had breakfast together before he was planning to head out to the cricket club. He asked if I wanted to come. I said no. I wanted to make use of one of the employee perks. Membership to a pool complex that allowed nude bathing on a Saturday afternoon. Part of the complex was closed off for that, and there was food and alcohol available for purchase.
I packed up my sports bag. A towel, a swimsuit – I was not planning on going completely nude – a bit of sunscreen and a bottle of water. The sunglasses and hat were put on and I headed out in a skirt and t shirt. It was a lovely sunny day and just ripe for the pool. I got changed into my one piece and headed out for the pool.
Jumping in, the cool water was most refreshing. It had been a very hectic and crazy week and I was really wanting to tell Glen it was over. Afterwards, I got out, had a bit to eat and ordered some champagne. I then curled out on a lounger and let the top of my swimsuit slide down. My tits were out. I had a magazine to read, and minded my own business for a while. I was reading about the loss of fertility. That weighed heavily on my mind, being almost 32 and seeing all my friends have children of their own. My miscarriage would occasionally play like a broken video in the mind. I felt a bit misty eyed yet protected by the shades when I heard a voice break the relative noise.
I immediately pulled my swimsuit back up.
“*Fancy that, your lipstick matches your swimsuit.”*
“*Well hello, Tim. I suppose I thought it was safe to get my tits out, being the natural born slapper that I am.”*
He chuckled.
“*Well you and your tits needed a bit of Vitamin D. You have been working awfully hard this week.”*
“*I don’t know why I covered myself up. It is not like you haven’t seen my tits before.”*
“*As I spotted you from over there, I started to daydream. I remembered what it was like to suckle on your tits, to ejaculate all over them after you sucked my cock…fuck it, I am getting hard already.”*
“*How long have you been here?*”
“*About an hour or so. I was at the other side of the complex. Did I not tell you Julie and the children are away for the weekend?”*
“*No?”*
“*They are. I take it Glen is busy with the cricket.”*
“*He is. Tonight there is a social function afterwards, he said not to expect him home.”*
“*Good. Come back to my place? We will finally have some privacy.”*
I packed up my stuff. I had caught the train there but he had taken a car. It was odd going to a house I had been to many times before, I had even slept in the guest bedroom. No sooner had he unlocked the door, we were liplocked in the hall way. He again pulled my swimsuit down to expose my tits as he latched onto my nipples. Collapsed onto the bed in the master bedroom as he pulled his swimming trunks down to reveal the boner he had. I took him in my mouth, of course. I loved his cock, I loved sucking his cock. But he basically only let me do it so he was fully hard.
“*Alexis..stop for a moment. There is something I would like to experiment with. Have you ever been gagged before?”*
“*No.”*
“*I have a ball gag I bought for Julie many years ago but we never used it. If you are uncomfortable with anything, just nod, given we cannot say the G word.”*
“*Do as you wish…Daddy.”*
He produced the ball gag. A pink rubber ball on a black leather strap. Pristine condition. He popped the ball in my mouth and did it up. Not too tight. I looked at him with wide eye innocence as I sat on the edge of the bed in a still damp swimsuit, my tits perky and a dripping stream of drool.
“*Fuck you look cute, Miss Timms. I am looking forward to hearing your muffled tones.”*
He pushed me onto my back as he slowly removed the swimsuit. Left with cold and clammy skin, it soon warmed up as he spread my ass cheeks. Slowly and carefully, he removed the butt plug. I prayed it was clean! I then felt a fresh squirt of lube go into my asshole as he gently rubbed around and slipped a finger in. I watched as he took a condom and ripped the packet open. It made me horny as hell watching him place the tip on his penis and was agog as he rolled this sheath of blue latex down. A condom?
Well given he lubed my asshole, I figured he wanted anal sex. I had no objections. Had I done it before? Yes. Glen was a fan of it in the early days. He slowly inserted his cock deep into my ass before gently rocking his hips. It felt very pleasant to feel a fat cock in there as opposed to a butt plug. For a few minutes, he thrust deep as I started to moan in pleasure. I thought I was going to orgasm when he suddenly stopped and slipped his cock out.
“*Why am I doing that, when I could be fucking your sweet pink pussy instead?”*
He removed the condom and without hesitation sank cock straight into my cunt. Harder and faster, feeling like his dick would explode. I wanted him as deep in me as he could and the excitement of the situation got to him. He ejaculated, with the cum hitting my cervix and coated his spent penis as he pulled out. I felt him spread my lips. Admiring his creampie.
I went and showered. I was not wanting to go home and indeed if Glen was not coming home, neither should I. We spent the evening eating takeaway pizza and enjoying the sunset from the garden. We retired to bed early and it was some novelty spending the night with him. But I kept my distance.
Very early morning, I felt a very cold sensation. It woke me right up. I found Tim on the side of the bed, rubbing an ice cube over my nipples. They were rock hard and erect…as he slid the ice cube down my body, letting the water drip into my pussy. The onwards march of soft lips down south and the dainty feeling of breathing on my pubic hair. He spread my lips apart. He then headed straight for my clit with his tongue. A firm massage of velvet again an erect clit, I quickly became breathless. I had memories of the only other time he had done this when I squirted on him but this time, it was just his fingers pulling my vulva apart and exposing my clitoris as much as possible. He started to make sounds like he was enjoying himself. I arched my back and pushed my hips forward so he could take in more of me. The room had the pungent smell of sex, my mouth went dry. Cupping my breasts, I started to call his name. Not Daddy, but Tim. He ate pussy real well. As I lifted my ass off the bed, the vibrations careered through my pelvis and right through his tongue. A final deep lick right inside my cunt, as he got up to kiss me. A musky delicious kiss that turned into love making. His cock was in me again and this time I got on top. My thighs gripped his hips as he looked at me in a haze of fantasy. I put his hands upon my breasts as I rode his dick, leaning back as he enjoyed the view. He was not one to be premature in cumming but I figured if his sex life had been lacking, it accounted for the relative brevity of the act. Another stream of cum aimed straight at my cervix. I got off him and we giggled.
An hour or so later, I got up to shower. It was unfortunate but I had to return home in order to get dressed for breakfast. I quickly dressed into a sun dress and noticed Glen had not come home. Never mind.
Breakfast was a non event. The girls were lovely. We talked about husbands and babies and I just nodded my head and lied through my teeth. I went back home with a full stomach when I decided to take another shower. I got the fucking fright of my life when I found Glen waiting for me in there.
“*Alexis, I know something is going on. I noticed you were wearing a butt plug the other night. Now I came home before and found a pair of dirty panties on the floor. They stunk of cum. Who is it you are fucking? Is it Tim?”*
I froze on the spot. Better to spit it out right?
“*Yes Glen, I am fucking Tim. I have been all week. Can you really blame me? You have barely paid any attention to our love life for god knows how long and how was I going to resist the opportunity.”*
“*But he is fucking married to my sister. Why him? Anyone but him?”*
“*Because he was there when I needed him. When I couldn’t conceive a baby, he was the one who would comfort me and not Julie. I expected more from her. I expected more from you. You cannot get shitty at me about it. Perhaps I was secretive and yes, I cheated on you. You most likely won’t forgive me.”*
“*You are right. I cannot get shitty at you. It was my fault, really. I didn’t want to face the idea that perhaps my sperm were not the best of swimmers. Maybe I didn’t really want children. Who knows. I did want kids but I didn’t want to face it. No man wants to feel like he is not virile. Tim, sure, good prospect. He is a good looking guy and in fact, Julie has spoken to me about getting a divorce from him.”*
“*I expected you to be more angry, in fact you are being rather civil.”*
“*No, it is my fault. You are a fucking hot woman. One of the sexiest I have ever met. You were when I met you. I got you then I freaked out. Scared I could not please you. I do not blame you for trying to escape our dead bedroom. Good on you, I wish I had the balls for it.”*
“*Okay so now what?”*
“*If you want to fuck him, go fuck him. Come home and tell me what he did to you, it may spur me into action.”*
“*Do you still love me?”*
“*Of course I do, do you still love me too?”*
“*Yes. Of course. We were so young when we got together. We shared so many wonderful memories of being younger and in love. It just saddens me I sought sexual pleasure elsewhere. Anyhow, I do need to shower. I am supposed be out tonight…I was going to say with friends but…I was going to see Tim again.”*
“*Do go see him. Julie is with the kids at her friends place. If you need to get your kicks, get them. Besides, I have been masturbating for years thinking about you with other men. Specifically him.”*
“*How bizarre, you are so okay with this.”*
“*I am not as straight and narrow as you think I am.”*
I got into the shower to wash off again. I glanced down at my bush. How about I go over a new women then? I grabbed the shaving foam and razor and starting removing my bush. In ten minutes, there I was, the most hairless I had been in ages. I wanted to feel like someone different when I went over. Tim was not actually expecting me. I had been assured Julie was not due to return till Monday afternoon. Well, why don’t we get dressed.
A fishnet body stocking and a pair of high heels. Clad in a jacket, I decided to drive there but left my car parked around the corner. Not giving a shit who saw me, I went and knocked on the door.
He answered.
“*Alexis. Oh wow, I was not expecting you…”*
“*Glen knows I have been fucking you. He does not give a shit. Fuck me.”*
“*With pleasure, just as well I was not busy.”*
The jacket came off and he was stunned.
“*Not only am I surprised you are here. But you come here dressed like you want to fuck the living daylights out of me. Fucking hell, I am so hard.”*
“*Drop the pants, Tim and get the cock out.”*
He was compliant, out came the cock, straight into my mouth. Such ferocious cock sucking, it even took him by surprise.
“*Fucking hell, Alexis, I could never get sick of you sucking my cock. What a way to spend a Sunday. I do not want to cum in your mouth though.”*
“*Oh really?”*
“*I need to fuck you.”*
“*Fuck me then, Tim.”*
As I lay back on the bed, I started to stroke my pussy. It was very damp. As he started teasing me by rubbing the head of his cock on my clit, he mentioned something he noticed when I came in.
“*So we have a bare pussy. Why? I loved the bush. The heavenly aroma of sexual arousal and musk. I could smell it on me and I didn’t want to shower. So why now?”*
“*I have been exposed by you in so many ways this week. I wanted to be nude. Completely nude. Well I am wearing something but I am told you almost hate nude sex.”*
“*That is true. Sex with clothes has an element of danger. A bare pussy…a bare pussy I am going to fuck hard.”*
Slam, in he went. So began the passionate kissing as my pussy hugged the sides of his dick in a wet and juicy embrace. My hands were on his ass, gripping tightly and almost willing him to fuck harder.
“*Get me pregnant, Daddy. Stuff my pussy up.”*
“*Oh I want to get you pregnant, Pet. I want to make your tits swell up with milk, I want to make your belly grow, I want to make your cunt swollen with hormones. I want your body to be changed forever.”*
“*Fill me with your sperm, Daddy.”*
“*I am going to get you pregnant. I am going to make sure my cum hits you hard in the cervix and I am going to impregnate you with my child. You are not barren, Pet. Husband has bad swimmers. I do not.”*
“*Knock me up, Daddy. Shoot your seed into my womb.”*
“*I am going to empty my balls into you, I am going to make sure I father a child with you, I will fuck you like it is my last fuck on earth. Breeding material is what you are. I want to breed with you, I want to fuck you so you have the children you want and deserve.”*
That was enough for him to grunt very loudly as his balls expelled a massive load of cum in me. Rendered breathless, he pulled out and the cum dripped. Instead of feeling awkward, it felt natural.
“*I almost don’t want to ask but…you are on birth control, aren’t you?”*
“*I am. But I am not that good at taking it.”*
“*It won’t matter. I have wanted to breed you for years. A body like that needs to be impregnated. If he is not going to do it, I will.”*
“*But what about your marriage?”*
“*I will deal with it later, like you will deal with yours. So Glen doesn’t mind you fucking me?”*
“*No. He admitted defeat. He is in the wrong. I get the feeling he went and got his sperm tested and didn’t tell me the results lest I got upset. Which is a fucking shit deal. I suppose I had better go home. We have work in the morning. Set aside some time for me in the morning?”*
“*Well of course, you run my diary don’t you?”*
“*Indeed, I do. I control a lot of your life. You just don’t see it that way.”*
“*I do not. See you tomorrow, lover.”*
When I returned home, Glen had been waiting for me. He was the most direct he had been in years.
“*Is his cum still leaking out of you?”*
“*So you presumed him and I have not been using rubbers.”*
“*I did given it was a cum stain I saw in your underwear. Take your knickers off. I want to lick the remains.”*
I had never taken off a pair of panties so quick in all my life. It was peculiar to find myself on my bed with my legs spread apart as Glen went down on me for the first time in years. Now, he was usually the silent and slow type. This was anything but. He was determined to remove any trace of Tim’s cum that was still about and making a lot of noise whilst at it. Since when was Glen a cum eater? I ended up having an orgasm – the first orgasm I had had with Glen in god knows how long and it only came about because he knew I had fucked someone else.
“*So this is what we needed to jump start the marriage? Please do not tell me you are going to suck up to me something shocking because you should have been fucking me a long time ago.”*
“*No. I just rather love the idea you were with someone else?”*
“*That makes me feel all sorts of weird given Tim and Julie were swingers.”*
“*Were they?”*
“*Yes. Your sister was quite the kink before they had kids, and even after.”*
“*Nothing surprises me any more.”*
“*Anyhow, I think I want to get to bed early. I am back at work tomorrow and it will be back to being the naughty secretary. Well, I have one up on him.”*
What I didn’t tell anyone was I had visited a sex shop that Sunday too. I saw something in there I figured was worthy of a whirl. I did wonder how I was going to conceal it going into work. My skirt did a good job of disguising it. The usual uniform of short skirt, stockings and a tight top.
I knew the calendar was clear for the first hour. I got into my cubicle and took my top off. I went into his office. He was probably expecting me to walk in with a coffee. Well I did, with a little something else.
He was that shocked, he fell off his chair so he had a good view up my skirt.
“*Ms Timms, I did not expect you to come in here with no top on and a very short skirt.”*
“*Here is your coffee, Daddy.”*
“*Well, thank you. I do have the greatest view in the house from down here.”*
I slowly lifted my skirt to reveal a pair of black lace panties he had not yet seen. I stood there rubbing the front of them. Yes, there was something concealed under there.
“*Noticed something, Daddy?”*
“*Yes, there is a bulge. I do think I know what may be underneath those panties of yours and I suspect it will be something I would rather like. There are some things about me you do not quite know. Or do you?”*
“*Perhaps I do”*
“*I am not imagining a bulge there am I, Ms Timms?”*
“*No, Daddy. Now suck on this”*
I pulled my panties aside to reveal a black strap-on dildo. He licked his lips and began to suck and slurp on my rubber dick with glee. A little birdie had told me Tim had been a fan of pegging back in the day. I was not about to make him a slave like that though.
I had him bent over the table whilst I lubed his ass and sunk my cock into him. I had a plastic cup in front of him whilst I jerked him off. A prostate milking if you will. My thighs slapped against his. His sweat became profuse before he sent his semen rocketing across the table, almost missing the cup.
Why the cup?
“*Because I have been listening to you all week. If I am going to have a baby, it is going to be with you regardless of whether you are married or not. So drip feed that cum straight into my pussy.”*
“*You are just as filthy minded as I am, I love it.”*
There he was with the small cup, dripping his fresh semen all over a drenched pussy. He even spread my pussy open with his fingers to get the best coverage. Yes, I went about things in a clandestine and somewhat hedonistic fashion. I would cross the other bridges when I got to them.
The pattern of life was in stasis. Daily meetings at 11 am on every day except Wednesday and Friday. On Wednesday and Friday afternoons, we would spend the afternoon and evening at the hotel. He would fuck me, I would fuck him. The pieces began to fall into place.
We crossed those bridges two months later. It had been a frantic weekend. I was incredibly nervous. I had news, and so did he and when I arrived at work, my hands began to quiver.
“*Julie and I have separated. I moved out of the house on the weekend. It is set to be an amicable divorce. I told her everything. It came as no surprise to her. She even took your news well.”*
“*Glen did too. Can you believe it?”*
“*I got you pregnant didn’t I? Yes, I did. I said I was going to. Think I ought to be proud of my swimmers for that.”*
“*Yes, only six weeks along. Not long enough to announce the news to the wider audience. But yes, it seems your semen was super determined to knock me up. I am going to be a mother. Your new child’s mother has become a hot wife. Fancy that.”*
“*Fancy that indeed. I am rather looking forward to being your live in bull. Glen being the cuckold. He is happy with that. He is the one married to you. But I am the one who fucks you, gives you children. He just cleans up the mess. Although, he is not the only one eating pussy. That will be my job too.”*
I look back at that time of my life with some bewilderment. It has been 10 years since that time of our lives. Tim and I have since gone on to have three children in total. We have Ella, Lucas and Delilah Davenport. We now live in a house in the suburbs in a rather peculiar arrangement. We call it polyamory. There was no way Tim was not going be romantically attracted to me. It was a natural affection that blossomed once he took on the role of breeder. My three children are rather delighted when they tell people about the two dads. Even more perverse is the fact Glen and I are now divorced. But he is still the cuckold, as I married the bull last month. I am now Alexis Davenport. We still work in the same office. A lot of the same staff I associated with are still there. It came as no surprise to them. Tim and I still delight in office sex at 11 am most mornings.
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