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.

He had a fantastic body, which he pressed into a small general tight white nylon, always seemed to have the upper pair of buttons cancel, revealing only enough neckline to have all the languages hang out. It was all I could do sometimes to avoid grabbing a handful when bending with my coffee.

Then a hot day in the summer we persuaded her to stay and wait after her turn so that she could go out to the pub with us for a prolonged lunch. Our boss was on leave and nobody wanted to run back. We all had a lot of drinks, and Donna was clearly getting a little handy. He was flirting with the boys, sitting on his knees and putting his arms around his neck laughing and talking. After lunch instead of coming home the boys convinced Donna to go back to the office for a coffee and collect her purse. Looking at the clock and realizing that I had a lot of catching up to do I left them in the reception and directed towards my office, collecting reluctant my tools and starting. I just 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 to his office and locked the door behind us. I was surprised to see that Donna was inside, looking very reddened and dispersed. The hair and lipstick were everywhere. Look here, she said while she pressed Donna against the wall. Slipping the hand between the poppers on her the front of her uniform slowly popped them open one after the other, until the head was opened from top to bottom. I could see her wonderful tits almost explode from her white lacey bra. Donna made no attempt to stop him or cover him while he reached behind her and unleashed the bra.

“Come,” he said, “Don’t you feel good in these beauties? "

I couldn’t believe what he was doing, but at the times when we took her bra away, allowing her breasts full of falling free. While Dave kissed his mouth open, I finally sank my fingers in the soft flesh of those perfect tits, feeling the warm fullness in my hands while lowering my head to suck her hardened nipples. I looked down and saw that Dave now had his panties halfway and his fingers well inside his pussy. While she was proving, Donna allowed her legs to open up further to welcome him. I could say he was getting very excited by his quick breath and the way he responded to our kisses.

“Lets fold it on the desk, I go fuck her,” Dave said. “No,” Donna gasped, “you don’t have to”, but she was already beginning to bend over the desk without our help.

I pushed a heavy box against the door like Dave held it tightly from his shoulders and slowly relieved his big hard cock in his waiting pussy. My eyes were swept on her while I moved around my desk. A few days ago she seemed unreachable and now she was almost naked in front of me with her wonderful big bouncy tits as my friend inexorably stuck her pussy.

I took her with her hair slowly raising her head from her desk and tightening her boobs while I offered her dick to her lips. He obediently opened his mouth and let me slip inside. The excitement was more than I could endure and it wasn’t long before my spunk threw herself on her face. Dave quickly followed by pumping his deep sperm inside her.

“Please don’t tell others,” Donna begged for drying her face on a nearby towel.

It turned out Dave had tried with her when we came back and offered no resistance. I think the booze played a part, but now we went all the way back there.

It was worth keeping us, now we have some kind of understanding. While the other boys still fantasized about their dream girl, we have her at any time and in any way we choose. She is such a slut now, every morning we look at her kiss her husband goodbye while he throws her at the entrance door, knowing that in a few minutes our dicks will fuck that sweet mouth. I’ve had my dick in her several times, singing it from behind while she waved it out of my office window. She used to go out the way we went out and admit it wasn’t the first time she hired more than one guy at the same time. It turned out that when he was about 15 years old and vacation in Spain with his parents, a group of about five local boys jumped on her and dragged into their apartment. I think with the intention of the gang to rape it, but in the end it could not get enough of them and also returned the next night for a further session. I don’t think you’ve ever shared anything with your husband. As time passed we became more and more daring, I was a key ring for the office and asked her to come for a couple of hours on Saturday morning. The office was closed, of course, but he apologized to your husband that we were taking action. When your husband Bill left you, Dave and I were waiting early. As soon as I turned the key in the door, we stripped it naked in seconds and started fucking it right there in the reception. I don’t think Bill’s car left the parking lot. I had brought a double quilt from home and stretched it on the dining table of the canteen and fucked it for a good three hours in every conceivable position.

I must have done it about four times and my balls were sick. Dave was just finishing in the mouth when we heard the outside doorbell. I looked out the window and saw Bill’s car outside. Instead of panicking, I can’t believe we did this, but while Dave ended up in the mouth I went down and made Bill a cup of coffee and asked him to wait down the stairs in the reception for her, before returning to fuck Donna one last time. We kept him waiting for another 20 minutes while I emptied another shipment. I think it was the thrill of knowing that your husband was just down the stairs, which increased our excitement again.

After washing and Donna applied the cool trick, we drove her down the stairs.

“It seems you have worked hard,” Bill commented, seeing Donna’s reddish cheeks. “She works as a pro,” I said with a smile, “I don’t know how we’d do it without her. "

I don’t know what apology he did, but on Monday, he confided that we made her so sad that she wasn’t able to have sex with Bill all weekend. Lucky she had rested because we had another session planned for her at lunch. We had it many times later, both in working hours and out. Even at the Christmas party office, while one of our colleagues kept Bill talking at the bar, we sat Donna down among us and we proceeded to finger her discreetly under the table. He was a few meters away, but he had no idea what was going on. Everyone put a hand on his leg, forcing them to separate and allowing us unlimited access to his pussy. In the end I completely removed her wet wetsuit, putting the small thong in my pocket as a souvenir. I remember that we are all so excited by what we were doing that we took her to the hotel elevator and after reaching the top floor, I wedge opened the door with my foot, while Dave and I had her dress up and our hands on all her boobs that was wasting them hard making her stand out the nipples. Then we put her on her knees on the floor between us, while the two of us jumped furiously into her open mouth. We took some crazy risks, whoever would come out of their rooms and caught us, but I think that made it look even more evasive. When we ended up with her, some of our sketches crashed into the cheek and Dave wouldn’t have let her clean, walking her through the hotel lobby before she gave her a tisDonna. When we got back to the bar, Bill was still chatting and drinking and he didn’t even notice Donna was missing. It was that night we pulled the most daring stunt yet. Dave and I kept buying Bill whiskey until he could barely get up, then we helped him get back to his room and let him faint on his bed. We stayed talking in their room for about half an hour, and while Bill was still out cold, we pulled out his wife’s tits from his dress and played with his nipples as we talked. It was so trying to fuck her again on the bed next to the sleeping husband, but we thought it might just be trying fate a little too much.

Unfortunately all good things ended and we said goodbye to Donna at the end of last year when Bill’s work forced them to move to Frankfurt. Although I’m sure you can imagine we gave her a start party to remember, but this is another story.