Have you ever wondered what happens to your wife when she’s gone to work? Return home later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before you even have a chance to exchange a few words? Avoid intimacy about the excuse you had a hard day in the office? Wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar you should read about.

I would like to share a story with you on a situation that developed at work a year or so. At the time I worked in the service department occupied by an electrical retail company. There were about ten guys who needed all kinds of household appliances. We had a couple of girls working on the help desk and the customer’s reception down the stairs, but our plan was practically a man-dominated environment, so you can imagine the delight among the boys when our service manager employed a very young cleaner. She worked only in part time, but looking at her wobble breasts as she struggled with the electric polisher floor every morning became enough a distraction. At 11:30 he would make tea and coffee and take it to each of our counters on a tray. The boys would always be in trouble, teasing her while she had the tray, and in general she was joking. At first it was a little embarrassed, but it wasn’t long before she got back.

My cousin, Judy, married when she was 16. Her fiancée was my age. They’ve been out since he was 14. She tried to get her virginity, but she didn’t let her.

When she was 16 she asked her to marry him and she agreed. She told me she’d be saved for her wedding night. And he did until the week before the wedding.

She was talking to one of her friends who told her that Judy’s boyfriend was at a party a couple weeks before she asked Judy to marry him. He drank and had two friends of Judy who had been at the party.

I looked at how Larry pulled his dick from his pussy and then got the sex lubricant tube from his desk drawer. He pulled out a doll of slippery stuff on his new secretary’s ass. Her name was Amy. She rubbed some of it on her cock covered with pussy juice and then put it to her asshole. It was a work of ebony art. 51 was the oldest girl Larry ever fucked. She was also the first black woman she ever fucked. He had about 5.8" and about 130 pounds. With its 38 DD breasts, thin waist and slightly generous hips Amy was a very curved package. I could see why Larry followed her, after all, she was practically a carbon copy of me just a little better tan. She was currently bent on the back of the leather sofa in her office. I was looking from my office through a closed-circuit color camera system. I was watching it on my 19-inch monitor. There’s a hundred bucks under the poop slide. You see, Larry bet me a hundred bucks fucking her in less than two weeks. It was Friday and exactly five days in the bet and I looked like the head of his dick jumped into the ass. Man, in my ass, it would have cost me another note. Our offers were always one hundred percent. Of course the mouths don’t count. I was fucking jealous of him, watching his big white dick disappear into his dark cave. Her shaved balls are bounced from her pussy’s lips while she beat them coarsely. She started complaining and growing up for him to fuck her stronger. Fuck, how the hell could I have beaten him? By stabbing his dick from his ass, Larry turned her around, and I looked at five long spurts covering Amy’s face and turning him into white with her cream. She started using her fingers to push the cream into her mouth when Larry stopped her and clinged and started licking the cum from her face. After finishing, she kissed her hard and shared her sperm with her.

Honey, you don’t really think so, do you? Connie Gasp after hearing what she wanted her to do.

“Yes, honey, I’m really saying that. You said you asked yourself how it would be, okay, I want you to find out.” He told her to look her in the eye.

He couldn’t believe it. He only talked about it a couple of times, fantasized with him, and now he was telling her he wanted him to do it so she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he really feel and do if he did it while he was watching. This had been one of the requirements, which he is able to watch her do.

Since he had the day off, they would have met for lunch. Coming out of the shower, she opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtleneck, sweater - wait a minute!

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, an idea that was formed in her mind. A little bit of tingle started in her pussy, and she put her clothes back in the closet. A small seduction was in order, he decided. And she should get dressed accordingly.