The Lunch Date [MFF]

Amanda stepped out of the elevator and walked through the open plan office, greeting a few former colleagues here and there. She walked to the far end and entered the anteroom adjoining her husband’s office. “Afternoon” She was brightly greeted by a new secretary. Amanda regarded her for a moment. Pretty face, framed by dark auburn coloured hair. Green eyes. Natural tan. Top couple of buttons undone to display generous cleavage. She felt like she was looking at a young version of herself.

Amanda smiled widely “Hi, you must be George’s new secretary?”

“Yes, I’m Ginger, nice to meet you” She responded with a smile.

“I’m Amanda, George’s wife. Is he free?”

Amanda couldn’t help but notice Ginger’s face drop and her demeanor darken at the mention of her relationship “Mr. Anderson is actually with a client right now, he shouldn’t be long if you’d like to wait”.

“Thank you” Amanda smiled as she sat down on the couch, facing Ginger, and crossed her legs.

Ginger busied herself with some documents, conspicuously avoiding eye contact with Amanda. Amanda stared at her intently.

“I used to be in your position, you know? I was George’s secretary, that’s how I met him.”

Ginger looked up nervously “I didn’t know that” she responded

Amanda grinned widely “It was my first job out of college. I was a wide eyed twenty something. He was an older, married man….. I’ve changed a lot since then. He hasn’t”

The door opened and a man in a suit stepped out. He smiled widely and said “Amanda, I didn’t expect to meet you here”

“Hi Greg!” Amanda responded, springing to her feet and walking over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I just popped in to grab lunch with George. How are you? How’s Juliet?”

“She’s great” George replied “She started going to that tennis instructor you recommended? She’s very pleased with her sessions”

Amanda grinned back at him “Oh Rafa, yes, I’m up to three times a week with him now, and some of the other ladies are too. Where he gets the energy I have no idea. Joys of youth I guess”

“George was talking about getting dinner just the four of us some evening?”

“Oh, he’s useless for actually organizing things. Leave it to me” Amanda pulled out her diary and looked through her and George’s schedule. Greg did the same ”how does… Friday the 23rd work, our place?”

“Works for us” Greg responded with a smile.

“Great, around 8, see you then”. Amanda kissed him on the cheek and waved goodbye, then she let herself into George’s office to find him seated on one of two couches facing each other in front of his desk “Hi honey” She called out as she walked over to greet him.

“Hi honey” George responded. He stood up to kiss her on the lips. Amanda passed him a salad, then settled on the couch opposite him and they started on their lunch.

“I was chatting to Greg outside, we’re having dinner with the Hughes’s on the 23rd after work”

George sighed “I guess it’s been long enough”

“What’s wrong with the Hughes’s?” Amanda asked.

“Nothing, it’s just Juliet…” George started.

Amanda cut him off. “Juliet is gorgeous! She’s hotter and younger than I am”

“I know, it’s just…. She’s like a board. She makes no effort. She just lies there”

Amanda looked a little bit severe “Well, I’m sorry honey, but Greg is an excellent lover and I enjoy having sex with him, and I can’t fuck him if you don’t fuck his wife, can I? I don’t ask much, just make this small sacrifice for me? Please?”

Greg looked abashed “Alright hun, I’m sorry, I’ll suck it up. Maybe I can choke her or something, spice it up that way?”

Amanda smiled warmly at him “Thank you. I will make it up to you, you know that right?”

“Oh, I know” George conceded.

They chatted idly about their days, until Amanda asked “So, that girl out there, what strip club did you meet her at?”

George chuckled over his food as he looked at her “The crazy horse”

“Oh fuck me, are you serious?” Amanda exclaimed “Jesus, you just went out and got a clone of me half my age, didn’t you?” She asked, annoyed.

George leaned back and grinned “You should probably take it as a compliment”

Amanda eyed him flatly “Does she suck cock as good as me?”

George shrugged “Techniques not as good, but she’s more enthusiastic”

“Get her in here” Amanda ordered him.

George hit an intercom button “Ginger, could you come in here please”

Ginger came in through the door meekly, clearly still nervous about the prospect of spending time with her lover’s wife.

Amanda leaned back in her chair, with an impatient look on her face. She ran her eyes up and down Ginger’s body, admiring her curves, how her generous bosom narrowed into a tiny waist, which flared back out to her hips. She wore a white blouse, and a black miniskirt over black stockings and heels. Very professional, but very sexy.

“I want to see how you give my husband a lap dance Ginger.”

Ginger had a panicked look on her face. She looked towards George “Mr. Anderson?” She asked.

“It’s alright” George responded “My wife knows what she wants” He said not unkindly.

The panic passed and Ginger smiled. Amanda took out her phone and played a slow, thumping song she’d liked to use in her own days as a stripper. Ginger slowly prowled towards George, lifting her skirt slightly as she walked, flashing the suspenders attached to her stockings for Amanda to see.

Ginger sat down into Georges lap and grinding against his crotch, unbuttoning her blouse steadily as she did. She pulled it off and threw it on the ground, revealing her lace black bra. She stood up and bent forward towards Amanda next, the two girls maintaining eye contact as Gingers ass pointed at George. She unfastened her Skirt and let it slide down her long legs, stepping out of it, revealing a matching lace black thong, framed by garter belt, suspenders and stockings.

Ginger turned around and straddled George, rotating her body on his. She unclasped her bra and pulled his face down to suck on a nipple.

Ginger turned around and pressed her ass into George’s hard cock, holding eye contact with Amanda as she grinded against him. Amanda admired the swell of her naked breasts. She lifted her own dress above her hips, revealing her lace red panties, and reached inside to stroke her clit at the sight of her husband being pleasured. “Now suck his cock” Amanda commanded Ginger “but don’t get him off”

Ginger smiled at Amanda before spinning around and lowering herself to her knees. Amanda moved to sit next to her husband, so she could watch Ginger undo his trousers and pull his hard cock out. Amanda and Ginger locked eyes again as Ginger took her husband in her mouth. She kept eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her lips.

Amanda broke eye contact to reach over and kiss her husband, Their tongues tangling as this woman she had met twenty minutes earlier pleasured him.

Suddenly Amanda felt hands touching the front of her panties and looked down. Ginger had repositioned herself and moved the material aside to free Amanda’s smooth pussy. George watched keenly as Ginger pressed her mouth against his wife’s clit.

“Fuck, she’s good at that” Amanda told her husband. They kissed again, passionately entwined with each other, until suddenly, Amanda came, her body spasming as she broke the kiss and held George tight against her.

Amanda felt like she was floating. Ginger relaxed back on her heels looking pleased with herself. “Don’t be too happy with yourself” George Teased” My wife is very easy to get off. That’s why she’s such a slut. Now, take off your panties and bend over that couch.

Amanda watched as Ginger stood up, and slid her panties down her legs, revealing a landing strip leading to her wet cunt. Wearing just her stockings and garter belt and heels now, she sauntered around the opposite couch, and bent forward, locking eyes with Amanda once again.

George, his hard cock in front of him, held up his trousers as he made his way behind Ginger. Amanda watched as he sunk his cock into her cunt and a look of delight appeared on Ginger’s face as she was penetrated.

The sound of skin slapping on skin reverberated around the room as George fucked ginger, punctuated by Gingers squeals, moans, and the occasional “oh god”.

“How do you like the feel of my husband’s big cock?” Amanda asked.

“I love it!” Ginger responded

“Is that why you came to work for him?”

YES!” she cried.

Ginger was being fucked hard now. Her face was in ecstacy, and she soon collapsed in orgasm. George held her up by the waist as the pleasure took her over, as she cried out and her body spasmed. She recovered and walked gingerly around to sit down.

Amanda and George smiled warmly at each other. George walked around to stand in front of Ginger and grabbed her face in his hands, and roughly thrust his cock back into her mouth. Amanda watched him hold Gingers face still as he fucked it, his hips pumping forward and back.

George suddenly asked Amanda “I’m getting close here honey. Do you want me to fuck you before I finish?”

Amanda waved him off “No darling, I have a tennis lesson in the afternoon. I want to keep my pussy clean for Rafa. He’s a bit of a prude, doesn’t like fucking other men’s cum. You just pleasure yourself on your slut there” Amanda walked over and kissed George on the lips “I better go, see you at home for dinner?”

“Eh, not tonight hun, Eric has a new Sugarbaby and he wants the guys to run a train on her to break her in. I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up”

“That’s fine, of course, you boys have fun.” Amanda turned to Ginger “Nice to meet you dear, you seem to be doing an excellent job”

“Mmmhmm, Hank u” Ginger managed to muffle out in reply.

Amanda walked out of the office, leaving her husband to his fun.

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