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Floral spray to my neck, chest and one wrist; thereafter, and having set the bottle down, I rubbed both wrists together.

Having finished making myself appealing for my husband, I got up from the dresser and made my way to the bed.

Sat down on the cover, I took my time as I put on the lingerie I'd chosen to surprise Bruce with. An all black lacy set. His favourite, in fact. Well, it was his birthday, after all.

I smiled at the reflection in my wardrobe mirror. In particular, the tall ‘fuck me' heels, which looked a treat the way they tautened my lithe nylon encased legs all the way up to the lacy tops of my stockings.

Forgoing a skirt and blouse, a dress, even, I slipped on an oyster hue mac, collected my purse and house keys and left for my husband's office in my mid-grey Capri SUV.

The traffic was noticeably light for the time of day and I arrived earlier than I had calculated. I felt my heart race in my chest as I entered the office complex and made my way toward the lifts.

As I waited for one to arrive, my libidinous thoughts returned and my lacy black thong bore witness as to how horny I was; pussy flooded with my arousal juices.

My heart and body leapt at the sudden ‘ding' sound of the lift's arrival. As passengers stepped off it, though, more than a scant few gave me a puzzled look. It was a hot sunny day outside. So why was I wearing a mac? If only they knew, while I dare say those who smiled at me had some idea.

I stepped inside the lift, thankful to be alone, and touched the heat-sensitive button. Almost immediately, the elevator began its short journey up three floors, arriving with a smooth slow-down, followed by a ‘ding', and the doors sliding open.

I placed one heeled foot in front of the other and made my way to Bruce's office.

"Hi. Good morning, Mrs. Ingham," the receptionist welcomed me.

"I'll just let him know -" she announced.

I cut her short and smiled as I informed Roberta it was a surprise visit for my husband's birthday.

Roberta smiled understandably as she set the receiver down on its cradle.

I made my way along the corridor, past several as always productive offices, and soon arrived at the one right at the very end.

I noticed it was quiet when I reached for the door handle and levered it down. When I eased the door and stepped inside, I half expected to see Bruce's secretary, Stacy, there to greet me, only she was nowhere to be seen.

‘Good. I've got him all to myself,' I thrilled inside, nipples noticeably perked up into suckable bullets at the thought, while my clit throbbed madly inside its sheath; my cunt already flooded from my erotic thoughts.

Just then, I heard a giggle emanate from my husband's office. It was a woman's voice. Stacy's I surmised, considering her lack of presence.

As quiet as a mouse, I stealthily crept across the office carpet, breath deep, body anxious.

She'd left the door slightly ajar. Not enough to peek inside, though. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle and drew the door slightly ajar.

My entire body became frozen at what I saw before my very eyes. Stacy was knelt in front of my husband who was sat in his chair. He had his trousers open, a broad smile on his face as she stroked and licked his cock.

‘That was supposed to be me,' I announced to myself, eyes transfixed, almost, as Bruce's blonde-haired slut of a secretary bobbed her head up-and-down my husband's big long cock, my big long cock, hair swishing around her cheeks with each profound movement.

It was like watching a porno. The more I gazed at them, the more aroused and turned on by what I witnessed I became.

Half-consciously, as Stacy took herself from him to slide her tongue around the head of my husband's cock several times, a smile etched on her face, fingers of my right hand had made their way to my pussy. I couldn't help but ideally stroke my warm wet mound through my noticeably damp thong at the erotic scene I witnessed before my eyes.

‘God, what's gotten into you?' I hushed at myself, the middle finger laboriously stroking a firm, incisive line along the crease of my slit, which parted with ease.

In truth, I should have been mad at my husband's infidelity. Instead, it turned me on all the more. So much so, that I eventually drew my damp thong to the side and bit my lip to stifle the moan I knew would have otherwise escaped my lips when my fingers made contact with my firmed-up clit.

And that was another thing. I far from felt numb as my nipples tingled inside my lacy bra and my clit twitched for attention as I watched the show.

It felt so naughty to watch the two of them, Stacy having once more dragged her lips up-and-down Bruce's shaft as she worked to release the buttons on his shirt, which the cock hungry slut soon had undone and open; thereafter, her hands slid over Bruce's smooth hairless chest.

‘That's it. Take that dick all the way down your throat,' I urged and commentated, fingers deep inside my oozing wet cunt as I squatted down and peered through the crack in my husband's office door, the pair of them too wrapped up in their private debauchery and decadence to notice me knelt there.

‘Oh my, what a naughty slut,' I thought to myself when my fingers, like tiny daggers, started to stab and fuck my pussy off and Stacy took herself from Bruce. She left her head there, though, inches from the slickly coated tip of his cock. Several strands of her saliva hung from it, I noticed. They were joined to her lower lip for the briefest of moments before they broke off.

Stacy had a lustful smile on her face and a glow in her blue eyes as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and presented my husband with her tits, quite gorgeous ones they were, too, I noticed.

I'd seen enough. Time to make my presence known, I decided.

In a trice, I'd stood up and pushed the door open.

"Mrs. Ingham," Stacy announced, a glare in her eyes directed at me as I strode into the office.

When Bruce heard his secretary say that, he swung his chair around and did his best to cover himself up. He Failed miserably, only to watch, a surprised look on his face, as I started to undo the buttons of my mac.

"Don't bother," I intoned, a hand perched on each hip, horny body and sexy lingerie on display to them. I had, though, returned my damp thong to its natural position.

"I think your wife wants to share," Stacy, the slut, guessed and guessed right.

"I don't know about that," I mentioned.

"Your slut of a secretary can watch, though, just as I watched you for the last several minutes. You never know, she might learn something," I smiled at my husband and glared at the slut as I approached the pair, Bruce utterly speechless for once in his life.

Stood to my husband's side, I leant over him and claimed what was mine, his cock, slick from Stacy's oral attention, and gave it a squeeze. There was nothing vindictive about it. I simply let him know his cock was mine as I smiled down at it.

Bruce didn't know where to look, his eyes went from his dick, as I slowly ran my fingers up-and-down his shaft, to me and then to his secretary and back to his cock.

"Suck it," I ordered.

"Take it inside your mouth, slut, and let me see you suck it."

"Best do what she says," Bruce urged when she didn't move.

Stacy looked at me as she dropped to her knees. I tilted Bruce's cock in her direction and watched as she dropped her head lower; after which, Stacy's lips and mouth once more covered the head of my husband's dick.

I brought my left hand up and held her down and in place as I stroked my husband's cock inside the sluts mouth, only now it was with some vigour.

"That's it, choke on it," I enjoined. I had my fingers fanned out around the hilt, palm rested on Bruce's balls as the slut spluttered from how deep on him I had a hold of her.

When I eventually let Bruce's secretary up, though, I couldn't help but notice that she had a smile on her face. Clearly, the slut enjoyed gagging on cock. So much for my assumption that it would be apt punishment for her.

I left her to it as I considered some other way and means to get back at the slut. To content myself in the meantime, I once more stroked my horny wet pussy, only this time with my fingers inside my sodden thong. After just two purposeful strokes, it suddenly came to me.

Having removed my mac, I hooked a thumb in each side of my thong and quietly slid it down my tautened thighs. I then stepped out of it, one foot at a time, and then went and sat on my husband's work table, one devoid of any work from what I noticed.

"Stacy," I said and immediately got her attention. I was leant back on my husband's work table at the time, left hand braced behind and to the side while the fingers of my right hand held my oozing wet pussy invitingly open.

"Eat me!" I enjoined.

To my surprise, Stacy actually smiled as she took herself from my husband's big long cock, which was heavily slick from her forced oral attention.

Despite the fact that I had not counted on her response, I was more than ready for her to eat me out; after all said and done, a tongue is a tongue, right?

I could not have been more wrong. It was a tongue, alright, no doubt about that, only whereas a man's is more inquisitive in its search, almost, Stacy, a woman herself, when straight to it.

"Yes," I gasped with the first decisive lick, one she finished off with a flick to my clit, which she promptly sucked and nibbled between her warm soft lips.

"More," I urged as my sticky fingers combed the slut's hair and I writhed beneath her face, only to feel a warmth against my left cheek.

I had some idea what it was, even before I turned my head to see. I smiled as I gazed at my husband's cock, and then sat up and reached for it with my left hand.

This time, when I stroked it, I dropped my head a couple of inches and swirled my tongue around the swollen tip, all while I soaked up two lots of pleasure, which soon became three when Bruce, to his credit, rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumb.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes," I squirmed. I had Stacy's tongue deep inside my cunt as she swirled it around my soft wet folds, and all while her fingers shuffled back-and-forth along the length of my clit.

Almost instantly, I felt it. My body tensed up as an orgasm manifested itself inside me. My fingers dug deep into the hair and scalp of the slut that eat me out. I held her there, a prisoner to my cunt, as my hips flexed back-and-forth and the pressure to cum intensified.

Somehow, as I idly stroked Bruce's cock, she'd managed to switch. I had her upturned fingers, all five, deep inside my soon-to-be convulsing pussy and her lips around my clit, tongue flash-flicking my bean with urgency.

"Yes! Fuck! More!" I gasped, writhed, bucked and cried moments before I felt the sensation of my body about to be pushed over the edge into orgasm.

I held Stacy all the more tight against my convulsing, quivering mound as I came. Okay, so what if she could hardly breathe? She can just stay there and hold it.

She, though, did more than that, Stacy's fingers that bit deeper I noticed. I simply went with it as I bucked my hips and writhed on them. In no time at all I came for a second successive time. Wow!

My body ached to be fucked as Stacy slowly withdrew her fingers. I, though, dropped my hand from her head and grasped her wrist. I held it there as I slowly and sensually flexed my hips back-and-forth.

Stacy had a broad smile on her face when she lowered her head. I watched, my face and neck mildly flushed and warm, as her tongue returned to my pussy and began a slow, leisurely lick around the folds, which she would every so often flick and then suck each of my engorged lips, only to then trail her tongue up to my clit.

I left Stacy with that and turned my attention back to Bruce, only to give him an order with a motion of my head. He smiled at my gesture and then walked behind Stacy's body. I watched as he drew up her skirt, which he pooled around her waist.

She had a nice round firm ass, I noticed, even before he pulled the strap of her pink thong to one side.

"Fuck her, fuck the slut," I voiced my command, tone husky and deep.

He gave it to her, just as I knew he would, just as he gives it to me in a similar position while grasping her hips. Each firm hard swing of his hips sent the slut crashing against my cunt as I held her tight and close.

I removed her fingers from my dripping wet pussy and she immediately replaced them with her tongue. I drew them up to my mouth and licked them, tasting my sweet pussy on each as she licked around the inside of my folds.

After several minutes and yet another orgasm from the slut, I had Bruce stop and pulled Stacy up, her lips and the surrounds along with her chin coated in a glossy film of my cum.

I reached for Bruce's tie, smiling vixenly at him as I pulled my husband towards me and grabbed his cock, which was slick from the slut's cunt, I noticed as I gave it several strokes while drawing it towards my needful pussy.

"Yes," I moaned, feeling the sensations as I stroked his swollen cockhead up-and-down my soaking wet slit several times before popping the head inside.

"Uh-uh. I'm not finished with you, slut," I told her, gesturing towards my pussy, which even then was being filled by my husband's big long cock.

I watched as she lowered her head and soon felt her tongue on my mound, and for the briefest of seconds as I once more drew its attention back to my throbbing tingly clit.

Usually, it's my husband's firm bony fingers that stroke me. What Stacy was doing, and with her warm wet tongue, though, was incredible, enough to have me writhing and gasping for more.

"Yes, lick it, slut, lick it while, more, my husband fucks me," I cried.

I soon began pumping my hips at Bruce, meeting and matching each of his hip thrusts with mine.

"Oh, God. I'm gonna cum, make me cum, make me so fucking cum," I cried, gasped, urged and demanded, so into the office ménage I found myself pretty much the centre of, Bruce once again enjoying my tits and nipples, rolling, twisting and squeezing one while sucking the other and all while he maintained his back-and-forth hip thrusts, his groin slapping against mine repeatedly.

So into it was I, that having recovered from yet another amazing orgasm, I switched things up and took control of matters.

I stood up and started to undress Stacy. I marvelled at how firm her tits looked. My eyes widened, though, when, having removed her pink bra, which I dropped to the floor, her pointy nipples, each one long and elongated, came into view. I couldn't help but smile as I dropped my head and took one of them inside my mouth, chewing on it as I undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I then pressed my right hand to her mound, cupping it and feeling just how wet she was from having sucked my husband's cock a while ago.

"It's okay. You can moan," I told her, noting she had a tight bite of her lip.

"Yessss!" she gasped, word drawn out as I began an upward stroke of my middle finger, dividing her seam with it while sensing Bruce, more to the point, his cock vertical in the crack of my ass.

I gave it a playful wiggle as I concentrated my attention on his secretary, rubbing myself up-and-down his warm pulsating shaft as he kneaded my gathered up tits with his hands.

Eventually, I took the plunge, hand easing inside Stacy's soaked thong, fingers searching out her pussy, shaved as smooth as a baby's just like mine, I noticed, and wet. Profoundly so.

I took myself from her nipple, leaving it slick and rosy. To my surprise, I looked her in the face, finger, just the one, inside her pussy, my free hand at the back of her head as I planted a kiss on her lips.

It was passionate, warm and sensual. I even wormed my tongue forward, enticing her to open up and let me in. She surrendered to my inquisitive intrusion and our tongues were instantly touching, caressing, swirling and tussling. I felt my husband's fingers capture my nipples as his cock once more brushed my thighs, seeking a way back inside my aching saturated folds.

"He's as eager to fuck me, as am I to let him," I made Stacy aware, pushing my husband back and then dropping to my knees. I reached up and slowly eased down her thong, kissing her waist, then her abdomen followed by her mound as they came into view.

"Right, you, up on my husband's desk," I invited with a smile, watching as she slipped her feet from her panties and hopped up onto his desk.

Instinctively, I knew exactly what to do. There was, however, my main surprise for my husband on his birthday.

Having part turned my head, I reached back my left hand and drew my ass cheeks apart. I already had a hold of his cock, which I pulled up between my thighs, moaning and quivering when I felt the head brush them on its way to, not my pussy but my ass.

"I want you, Bruce, to fuck my ass," I explained, not so much posing the head there but brushing it around my pucker before prodding it with the engorged tip.

I groaned, even before he had leaned into me. I felt a sudden dullness from the expected stretching as my ring of resistance, well, resisted, momentarily, only to give way and the head pop inside, my colon drawn in tight around it.

With the accomplished feat of my anal cherry being popped, so to speak, I turned my attention back to Stacy, who, in the absence of my attention, had been taking care of her needs and was stroking her pussy, paired fingers sliding down either side of her swollen lips.

It was so damn enticing to see what she and I had occasion to do, and close-up like that, the tip of her clit popping out from its hood with each upward momentum.

I moved closer, breathing in the exotic aroma of Stacy's dripping wet cunt, relishing its body while equally relishing my husband's progressive hip swings, each one driving an added inch of his cock deep inside my once virginal ass.

My tongue flew out and forward. It was as if it had a mind of its own. Never before had I considered tasting another woman. Hell, I hadn't even entertained thoughts of me doing so, and yet somehow, in a most sublime erotic way, one born out of pure decadence, my tongue had sought out Stacy's weeping pussy and was hungrily lapping at it.

"Yes, lick it. You know you want to," she urged, hand resting on my head as she washed her cunt over my tongue and face, smothering me with it and her escaping juices when she came.

I darted my tongue deep inside her folds, just as she had previously done to me when Bruce was behind her.

Stacy's grip, though, was tight, tighter than mine. I felt myself smothered by her convulsing pussy as, with both her hands, she held me to her and forcefully bucked her hips forward, smashing them against my florid face.

For some strange reason, that, added to the sensations of my husband barrelling his cock in-and-out of my ass, pushed me over the edge, also, and I came, legs trembling from the convulsing waves, pussy leaking trickles of my juices down either thigh.

I guess that had gotten to Bruce also, as he began speeding up, his groin making loud slapping noises as it collided with my cheeks, each one rippling under the onslaught.

"Cum, cum in her ass, Bruce. Shoot it full of your hot creamy spunk," Stacy, back in slut mode, urged, moments before I felt his shaft expand followed by a hot rush of his seed pump its way up the length and jettison deep inside my ass.

I shuddered as I groaned around her pussy, tongue licking wildly as more of my husband's sticky hot cum spurted forth to hose down the walls of my ass.

My hips wiggled as did my tongue, soon tasting a stream of juices ooze from Stacy to complete what turned out to be an unexpected yet heavenly encounter.

"We should possibly do this again?" she suggested with an infectious smile.

"What about it?" Bruce said with a smile of his own as I joined Stacy below him, sucking while cleaning his cock.

"I'll think about it," I smiled, and that despite having already made up my mind.

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