Louise looked up at the wall clock in her office and instantly regretted answering that last email. It had cost her valuable time and she knew that unless she sprinted to the station she had missed her train home.
Rather than get on the next train, which was always overcrowded, Louise decided this was an ideal opportunity to drop off a handbag that she had promised her friend, Trish. Trish had a big wedding coming up and Louise’s handbag perfectly complemented the outfit Trish was planning on wearing.
Louise sent Trish a WhatsApp message and asked if she wanted to meet at a city centre pub for a quick drink and collect the handbag. The message was delivered to Trish’s phone, but not read.
No problem, Louise thought, Trish had a flat in the city and it wasn’t far from the station. Louise had a key and thought it would be no problem if she dropped the bag off.
Louise arrived at Trish’s block and let herself into the lobby with the memorised door-code. She then took the stairs to the fourth floor. The exercise helped keep her long legs and shapely bum looking firm and trim.
As soon as she entered the flat, Louise realised that Trish must be home; the heating was on and she could hear soft music playing in the background. That wasn’t the only clue. Hanging in the hallway was an unmistakable linen jacket and raffish silk scarf. Beneath them on the floor was a pair of well made but slightly scuffed suede boots. Louise knew at once who these belonged to. Trish was entertaining their mutual friend and lover, The Fox.
If the clothes weren’t enough of a clue, the unmistakable sound of pleasure coming from the bedroom confirmed that The Fox was pleasuring her friend.
Louise walked to the open bedroom door and looked inside. Both her friends were naked and had clearly not just started. Trish was on her back, with her legs spread lewdly while The Fox knelt between them, his tongue and mouth doing things that Louise was instantly familiar with. Louise felt her pussy moisten as she took in the display.
The Fox was gently blowing air against Trish’s pussy, the same way you would blow out candles on a birthday cake. Louise knew exactly how it felt, it was one of The Fox’s party tricks. When he wasn’t gently blowing air, he would plant the softest of kisses lightly all around Trish’s pussy without actually touching it. Again, Louise was familiar and aroused by her lover’s techniques.
As an experienced recipient of the Fox’s oral skills, Louise knew exactly what was coming next. She watched entranced as the tip of her lover’s tongue began to run along the length of her friend’s smooth slit.
Her friend’s body tensed exactly as Louise remembered the sensation. The Fox was a man in his mid-sixties, who had escaped a long sexless marriage about six years ago. He had met Louise on Lush Stories as part of the sexual renaissance that followed his divorce. They had become easygoing lovers, friends and confidants.
Louise watched entranced as her lover pleasured her friend. She was exceptionally tempted to join in, but she and Trish went back a long time. They had shared The Fox regularly, but never together. They had agreed and established boundaries that they both respected.
As Trish’s body arched in climax, she caught sight of her oldest friend standing in her doorway. The women made eye contact. Trish was unashamed of what was happening and had no intention of stopping.
The Fox sensed a change in his lover’s demeanour and raised his face from between her legs. He initially looked into her eyes and then over his shoulder at Louise watching them. He acknowledged Louise with a raffish, confident grin and then theatrically lowered his face back into Trish’s pussy. His neatly trimmed beard was clearly coated with her juices.
The Fox’s practiced and perfected technique had Trish writhing around in ecstasy in no time. Knowing that she was being watched enhanced the experience for Trish. Her older lover clearly knew what he was doing and the waves of pleasure surging through her body confirmed this.
Trish’s next climax was massive; she felt her body almost seize up as the spasms radiated through her, and she lost count of the number of times the delightful shudders radiated from her pussy.
As soon as she was able to control her senses, Trish needed to kiss the face that had given her such pleasure. Her kissing of The Fox was deep, genuine and unhurried.
Louise watched as her friend lay on her stomach and then took The Fox’s cock into her willing mouth. The Fox didn’t have the longest cock that either woman had ever known, but he was blessed with a girth that was above average.
Trish began languidly pleasuring her lover in her mouth. Both of them looked over at Louise and the looks they gave her triggered another moistening in her pussy. She was getting massively turned on by the display she was witnessing.
The Fox leant forward and placed his hand between Trish’s open thighs. Again Louise was intensely familiar with what he was doing. She knew that Trish’s already over-stimulated pussy would be getting more skilful attention. She was also certain, knowing The Fox, that he would not be neglecting Trish’s anus.
Trish and The Fox were getting very close to needing to fuck. They broke away from each other and Trish got on all fours facing Louise. The Fox took up position behind her. Trish gave Louise the briefest of signals that told her friend that showtime was over and that what happened next she wanted to enjoy alone with their shared lover.
Louise recognised the signal and gracefully let herself out of Trish’s flat. Her mind was racing; she was aroused beyond belief and at least forty minutes from home if the train was on time.
A message from her husband quickly got her attention. There had been an accident on the M62 and the motorway was closed eastbound. Luckily her husband had seen the warnings and had got off the busy road before the gridlocked traffic started. He was currently fighting the roadworks in Leeds city centre but making good time.
Louise asked if he could swing by her office and pick her up. That way she could start work on getting him ready for the seeing-to she desperately now needed. With the endless tram roadworks, a diversion to Louise’s office actually made sense.
Louise arrived at the office, swiped her pass and greeted the overnight security guard, a man she didn’t know. She requested that he allow her husband to park in one of the few reserved bays at the front of the building. That was no problem, the guard confirmed.
As Louise walked to her office, she noticed that the building appeared to be completely deserted. A wicked, mischievous and highly arousing thought struck her; it was something she had thought about on many occasions over the years but had never yet managed to pull off.
Looking all around her once more, Louise checked and confirmed she was alone on the floor and, bar the guard, possibly the whole building. She removed her knickers and put them in her handbag. Next, from the same bag, she retrieved a small bottle of lube and a butt plug with a jewelled end. After applying the lube to her bum and the plug, she pushed the plug into her arse.
Next she called downstairs and asked the guard to send her husband up to her floor.
Louise entered her boss’s plush office and made her way to the conference table. She moved one chair aside, bent over the big table and lifted her grey woollen dress, so that her shapely bum was the first thing anyone would see. The jewelled end of the plug glinted in the soft office light.
Her husband entered the office and knew at once what was going to happen. It was something they had both discussed and fantasised about, but it had never happened. He threw his jacket to one side, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zip and advanced on his wife with a quickly swelling cock.
Louise’s husband pushed her firmly down onto the conference table and then quite roughly spread her legs further apart. That done, he knelt behind her and began kissing her bum cheeks. Next, he parted her cheeks and ran his tongue into her pussy. His wife was soaking. He had no idea why or what had occurred but knew exactly what to do.
When he was hard, he lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed in with a single thrust. Feeling the plug with his cock through the thin wall was an added bonus. He began fucking her vigorously
Her husband’s hard cock was exactly what Louise needed. He had read the situation perfectly and recognised that his wife was in need of a good pounding. As Louise enjoyed thrust after deep thrust, she looked up at the office surroundings. It had all the trapping you would expect a successful businessman to own. However, on all the walls were portraits of some of the greatest sportsmen and women of Yorkshire. Her boss, Sir Nigel, had commissioned them from an artist who had sketched Louise naked. As her husband fucked her mercilessly Louise looked up at the sporting heroes that she also admired, and the thought that they might be watching her turned her on immensely.
From the corner of his eye, her husband noticed a movement in the doorway. Looking up without ceasing his thrusting, he spotted the security guard watching them. He made eye contact with the guard and signalled that he should come closer.
Next he grabbed Louise’s hair quite roughly and pulled her head up so that she saw the guard coming towards them. He was already unbuckling his belt.
Louise’s eyes were burning with lust as she continued to be fucked by her husband. She motioned to their visitor that he should perch on the edge of the table. The guard was a well built, muscular man who clearly took good care of himself. He was already sporting a decent erect cock. He had clearly been watching them for a while.
Louise repositioned herself so that she could take the guard’s cock into her mouth while her husband continued to shaft her. This wasn’t her first spit roast but doing it in the boss’s office with a stranger was a first.
As Louise began to work her magic on the guard’s cock she felt her husband pick up the pace; he was clearly enjoying watching what was happening.
Louise, already over-stimulated, was in heaven, She had two good cocks all to herself and the thrill of doing it in a room that she always associated with her calm professional self. The good girl, thoroughly corrupted, was loving every second of it.
Her husband was very close, she knew, she could sense. Louise pushed her bum back to meet his every deep thrust and the result was as spectacular as she had wanted and anticipated. He filled her pussy with three thick loads of cum. The guard, sensing this, began to fuck Louises’s face.
As Louise’s husband withdrew from her, she dropped to her knees in front of the guard so that she could concentrate on pleasuring him deeply.
Louise’s husband began gathering their clothes as he watched his wife sucking the guard’s cock. She knew what she was doing and was very good at it. It gave him a great deal of pleasure to watch her.
The guard’s climax was powerful; he withdrew his cock from her mouth and shot his load over her face and chin. Louise loved it, corrupted entirely in front of Yorkshire’s finest.
All three gathered their belongings and straightened up the office to hide any clues about what had gone on.
In the foyer, the guard asked Louise and her husband to come behind the reception desk. He punched a few buttons on the CCTV consul and a dozen screens came to life. When he selected the screen for Sir Nigel’s office, Louise and her husband were amazed at the quality of the pictures. Gone were the days of fuzzy low resolution back and white images. There in full colour was a recording of Louise and her husband fucking in Sir Nigel’s office.
The guard selected a series of buttons and before their eyes the pictures were deleted. The guard promised that throughout the night he would interrupt the camera in that room and in the morning report it as an intermittent fault for maintenance to deal with on Monday.
They bade each other farewell; Louise kissed the guard and her husband shook his hand firmly. They then turned and headed out to their car after a very successful and adventurous evening that they had both enjoyed.
