"Essential Maintenance"
by
Have you ever wondered what your wife gets up to when she is
away at work? Does she come home later than expected, and rush upstairs
to wash and change before you even have chance to exchange a few words?
Does she avoid intimacy on the excuse that she had a tough day at the
office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all of this
sounds familiar you should read on.
I would like to share a story with you about a situation which
developed at work a year or so ago. At the time I was working in the
busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were
about ten guys servicing all kinds of domestic appliance. We had a
couple of girls working on the help desk and customer reception down
stairs, but our floor was pretty much a male dominated environment, so
you can imagine the delight amongst the guys when our service manager
employed a really pretty young cleaner. She only worked part time but
watching her breasts wobble as she wrestled with the electric floor
polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she would
make the tea and coffee and bring it round to each of our desks on a
tray. The guys would always be up to mischief, tickling her while she
had the tray and generally fooling around. She was a bit embarrassed at
first, but it wasn't long before she was giving back as good as she
got.
She had a fantastic body, which she squeezed into a tight little white
nylon overall, she always seemed to have the top couple of buttons
undone, revealing just enough cleavage to have all our tongues hanging
out. It was all I could do sometimes to keep from just grabbing a
handful when she bent over with my coffee.
Then one hot day in the summer we had persuaded her to stay and wait
for us after her shift so that she could come out to the pub with us
for an extended lunch. Our boss was away on leave and no one was
intending rushing back. We all had quite a few drinks and Sue was
clearly getting a bit tipsy. She was flirting with the guys, sitting on
their knees and putting her arms around their necks while she laughed
and talked. After lunch instead of going straight home the guys
persuaded Sue to come back into the office for a coffee and to collect
her bag. Looking at the clock and realizing that I had a lot of
catching up to do I left them in reception and headed for my office,
reluctantly picking up my tools and getting started. I had just started
working on a product when, Mark put his head around my door.
"Come here", he gestured, "I have something to show you".
Puzzled I followed him into his office and he closed the door behind
us. I was surprised to see that Sue was inside, looking very flushed
and disheveled. Her hair and lipstick were all over the place.
Watch this, he said as he pressed Sue up against the wall. Sliding his
hand between the poppers on her the front of her uniform he slowly
popped them open one after the other, until the garment was flapping
open from top to bottom. I could see her wonderful tits almost bursting
out of her white lacey bra. Sue made no attempt to stop him or cover
herself as he reached behind her and unclipped her bra.
"Come on", he said, "don't you want to have a good feel at these
beauties?"
I couldn't believe what he was doing; but in moments we had lifted away
her bra allowing her full breasts to fall free. As Mark hungrily kissed
her open mouth, I at last sank my fingers in to the soft flesh of those
perfect tits, Feeling the warm fullness in my hands as I lowered my
head to suck on her hardening nipples. I looked down and saw that Mark
now had her knickers halfway down and his fingers well inside her
pussy. As he probed, Sue was allowing her legs to fall further open to
accommodate him. I could tell she was getting really turned on by her
rapid breathing and the way she was responding to our kisses.
"Lets bend her over the desk, I am going to fuck her", said Mark.
"No", Sue gasped, "you mustn't", but she was already starting to bend
over the desk without our help.
I pushed a heavy box against the door as Mark held her firmly by the
shoulders and slowly eased his big hard cock into her waiting pussy.
My eyes were transfixed on her as I moved around the desk. A few days
ago she had seemed unattainable and now here she was almost naked in
front of me with her wonderful big tits bouncing as my friend
relentlessly pounded her pussy.
I took hold of her by the hair lifting her head slowly from the desk
and squeezing her tits as I offered my cock to her lips. She obediently
opened her mouth and let me slide in. The excitement was more than I
could stand and it wasn't long before my spunk was jetting over her
face. Mark quickly followed pumping his cum deep inside her.
"Please don't tell the others", Sue pleaded as she dried her face on a
nearby towel.
It turned out that Mark had tried it on with her when we got back and
she had offered no resistance at all. I guess the alcohol had played a
part, but now we had gone this far there was no turning back.
It was worth keeping to ourselves, we have kind of an understanding
now. While the other guys still fantasized about their dream girl, we
have her any time and any way we choose. She is such a slut now, every
morning we watch her kiss her husband goodbye as he drops her at the
front door, knowing that in just a few minutes our cocks will be
fucking that sweet mouth. Several times I have actually had my cock
inside her, humping her from behind as she waved him off from my office
window. She used to get as exited as we did; admitting to me once that
it was not the first time she had taken on more than one guy at the
same time. It turned out that when she was about 15 and holidaying in
Spain with her parents, a group of about five local boys pounced on her
and dragged her into their apartment. I guess with the intention of
gang raping her, but in the end she couldn't get enough of them and
even returned the next night for a further session. I don't think that
she had ever shared any of this with her husband.
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As time went on we became more and more daring, I was a key holder for
the office and asked her to come in for a couple of hours on one
Saturday morning. The office was closed of course, but she made the
excuse to her husband that we were stock taking. When her husband Steve
dropped her off, Mark and I were waiting in anticipation. As soon as I
turned the key in the door, we had her stripped naked in seconds and
started fucking her right there in reception. I don't think Steve's
car had even quite left the car park. I had brought in a double quilt
from home and we stretched her out over the canteen dining table and
fucked her for a good three hours in every conceivable position.
I must have done her about four of five times and my balls were aching.
Mark was just finishing off in her mouth when we heard the outside
bell. I looked out of the window and saw Steve's car outside. Instead
of panicking, I can't believe we did this, but while Mark finished off
in her mouth I went down and made Steve a cup of coffee and asked him
to wait down stairs in reception for her, before returning to fuck Sue
one last time. We kept him waiting for another twenty minutes while I
emptied another load into her. I think that it was the excitement of
knowing her husband was only down stairs, which heightened our arousal
again.
After she had washed and Sue had applied fresh makeup, we accompanied
her down stairs.
"Looks like you have all been working hard", Steve commented, seeing
Sue's flushed cheeks.
"She works like a pro", I responded with a smile, "I don't know how we
would manage without her."
I don't know what excuses she made to him, but on Monday she confided
that we had made her so sore that she hadn't been able to have sex with
Steve all weekend. Fortunate that she had rested because we had another
session planned for her at lunch time. We had her many times after
that, both in working hours and out. Even at the office Christmas
party, whilst one of our colleagues kept Steve talking at the bar, we
sat Sue down between us and proceeded to finger her discretely under
the table. He was just a few yards away, but had no idea what was going
on. We each put a hand on her leg, forcing them wide apart and allowing
us unrestricted access to her pussy. In the end I removed her soaking
wet underwear completely, placing the tiny thong into my pocket as a
souvenir. I remember us all getting so turned on by what we were doing
that we took her into the hotel elevator and after reaching the top
floor, I wedged open the door with my foot, while Mark and I had her
dress pulled up and our hands all over her tits squeezing them hard
making her nipples stand out. Then we made her kneel on the floor
between us while we both wanked furiously into her open mouth. We took
crazy risks, anyone could have come out of their rooms and caught us,
but I guess that made it seem all the more exiting. When we had
finished with her, some of our spunk had splashed onto her cheek and
Mark wouldn't let her wipe it off, making her walk through the hotel
lobby before he would hand her a tissue. When we arrived back into the
bar, Steve was still chatting and drinking and hadn't even noticed that
Sue was missing. It was that night that we pulled the most daring stunt
yet. Mark and I kept buying Steve whisky until he could barely stand
up, then we helped him to back to his room allowing him to pass out on
the bed. We stayed talking in their room for about half an hour, and
while Steve was still out cold, we scooped his wife's tits out of her
dress and played with her nipples as we talked. It was so tempting to
fuck her again right there on the bed next to her sleeping husband, but
we thought that might just be tempting fate a little too much.
Sadly all good things have come to an end and we said goodbye to Sue at
the end of last year when Steve's job forced them to re-locate to
Frankfurt. Although I am sure you can imagine we gave her a leaving
party to remember, but that's another story.
Goodbye Sue, thanks for all the good times.
M&M
- The End -
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