It is was just a comment she had made. Just a passing comment. No more than that, at the end of a conversation at work the previous day. Yet that one comment could be the gateway to………………….
Jan had been complaining. Tallish, slim, late thirties, Jan was in charge of the office staff where I worked. She was one of those people who is very attractive, very sexy, but didn't know it. She had a bubbly personality, but it was a sweetly innocent personality - unaware of the effect she had on those around her. And she was a good manager - people wanted to work for her - and she drew good work and respect out of the eleven office staff she managed. She was also married to Brian - a nice bloke who worked as a long distance lorry driver.
And it was Brian's work she had been complaining about. He was often away, around Europe for a week at a time, leaving Jan at home with the kids.
It was over an afternoon cup of tea that Jan and I were chatting. "……………and do you know………" She was in full flow. "……tomorrow evening I will be all on my own as the kids sleep over at my parents on a Thursday Night!" Jan was totally unaware of the sub-conscious invitation in her voice. "It'll be two weeks since we……um……you know…….what with my period last week and Brian away this, and here I am - going to be alone tomorrow night as well!"
The conversation quickly moved on to other things, but the simple comment she had made left me wondering if I could plan something special for "tomorrow night". That evening my wife Judy and I talked about it, planned, and set the wheels in motion. Jan and Judy had always got on well, and Jan had sometimes confided quite intimate things with Judy, so we had the sense that as long as Jan knew Judy was involved, maybe she would play along with us. We sent the E.mail about eleven O'clock that evening………………
The first thing I knew Jan did when she arrived at work was read her E.mails. My office was to the side of the main office, connected by glass windows which had blinds - which were rarely shut - should I want some privacy. From my office I could watch Jan at her desk, could watch as she read her E.mails one by one. The first three seemed to be business, or trivial, and once Jan quickly replied with an E.mail of her own. It was as the she read the fourth I saw her face change. A look of shock came over her. She looked around to make sure no-one else was watching. She clearly read it again, then again. She moved on to other E.mails, but as she ended the E.mails she returned to the earlier one and read it again. And again. I could see her mind turning over what she read. Indeed I was imagining what she read in Judy's E.mail……
"……………..you do not need to be alone this evening. Bill and I want you to come for tea, and then to stay the night. You will love every minute of it, but you must willingly do what we want. Anything we want. And as a token, by the end of the day you must put your panties in the top left hand drawer of Bill's desk. If you do this, then we know you have accepted our invitation."
Our hope was that by being "indirect" she would be intrigued, and by the end of the morning open to what we might do, that she would trust us to be nice to her. I knew it would not look out of place if she came into my office when I wasn't there - she often did it to drop off messages, or pass on files.
The rest of the morning was fun - for me. I watched Jan return several times to the E.mail. I saw her agitation, her indecision. At the end of coffee time which I took elsewhere I checked the drawer but there's wasn't anything there. Several times I walked past her but she avoided my eyes.
I knew Jan preferred to eat lunch at her desk, so I told her I was going out for lunch, that I would be back in an hour, and ate at a snack bar around the corner from the office.
When I returned after an hour and a half I knew there was something different about Jan. A bit more nervous. Sitting in a slightly more demure position. Looking around with darting glances as if to make sure people couldn't tell there was something different…….
I knew as I went into my office that her eyes were on my back, so I deliberately took my time, deliberately didn't open the drawer until her mind had returned to her work, her eyes had stopped glancing in my direction. Then I opened the drawer to see the pair of black panties lying there, with just some frills around the edge. There was a distinct smell of woman; the panties felt very damp.
I gave it another half hour, then pulled the blind shut and buzzed Jan on the intercom to come to my office. She came in very nervously, and was even more nervous as I invited her around to look over my shoulder to check a letter I had written. As she stood there and read, I reached down, put my hand under the hem of her formal thigh length skirt, and slowly ran my hand up the back of her leg. She clearly wasn't reading now. I kept moving higher and higher until I cupped a bare buttock, and gently squeezed, before removing my hand. She had been paralysed by the effect of my hand, but as soon as I removed my hand I spoke to her. "I assume there is nothing wrong with this letter?"
For a moment she flustered as she stepped away "No, no, um, it's fine."
I continued. "And of course you will be coming home for tea with me in my car, so wait for me at the end of work." Then I quickly dismissed her. "Thank's Jan, that's all". She said nothing as she retreated from my office in a state of agitation.
After work I found Jan waiting, and led her to my car, chatting about the day, making small talk, although she said little. The 20 minute journey back to our house was the same, with me chattering away, Jan saying little but sitting very nervously. When we arrived at the house I invited her in as if nothing was about to happen. I took her coat and hung it on a hook behind the door. I spoke gently "Let's go through and find Judy."
We went through to the kitchen where Judy was cooking. Judy came over to us beaming at Jan, welcomed her and put her arms around her. Jan reacted as if it was just a welcoming hug, but as they went into the hug Judy put her mouth to Jan's and kissed her hard, clearly thrusting a tongue deep into Jan's mouth, holding her firm so she couldn't step away. Jan wasn't objecting, but through nervousness responded little to Judy's aggressive kiss, which Judy held for two or three minutes before she stepped away. Jan stood looking very embarrassed.
It was Judy who broke the moment. "Jan - take off your skirt and give it to me."
Jan looked stunned, tried to speak, but couldn't. Judy spoke even more strongly. "Jan - take off your skirt and give it to me - now." Again for several moments there was silence, then Jan slowly reached behind her, undid the navy blue skirt and coyly let it drop to the floor, then bent down and picked it up and handed it to Judy, keeping her hand in place to hide as much as she could. I looked over Jan as much as I could - she had beautiful, slim shapely legs, a lovely rounded pert ass, and a neatly trimmed bush that she was trying to hide with her hands.
Judy behaved as if everything was perfectly normal. "Let's go sit and have a cup of tea," she said with an almost nonchalant voice. The two girls went through to the sitting room while I made a pot of tea and took it through. Again, I was aware that Judy was making small talk, Jan responding with embarrassed "yeses" and "noes". I poured tea and we all sat down and chatted. Or at least Judy and I did - Judy mostly, explaining what might happen through the evening!
"Jan," Judy spoke. "Real thanks for coming here. You know that E.mail?" Jan nodded, so Judy continued. "It said that you had to agree to anything we wanted, but promised that you would enjoy it. You happy with that?"
Jan thought for a few moments, trying to work out in her mind what that might mean, before cautiously nodding.
"Okay", said Judy, "You sure?" Again Jan nodded.
"Okay, Jan, this is what we are going to do." Judy spoke as if there was no other option. "When tea is ready in about half an hour we are going to tie you sitting on that coffee table," - Judy pointed to a particularly strong coffee table we had made especially for us - "…..and we will feed you. Your hands won't be free. We will use silk straps so they won't hurt, but you will not escape - you will not be able to escape. That might be a bit messy, so we will probably give you a shower after that. Then for the rest of the evening we will let you experience some of our toys, before we go to bed and share the bed together. In the morning you return to work, as if nothing has happened." Jan's face had turned pale. She had expected nothing as extreme as this, but we knew that she would enjoy the humiliation, that the humiliation would more than add to her ultimate pleasure. Deep down Jan did as well, and as much as she looked shocked her breath was in smaller gasps. Judy continued. "You have no choice but to accept this, Jan, because you agreed to do anything we wanted."
Twenty minutes later Jan was sat on the coffee table as I finished tying her as we had promised - she had put up no resistance. Her arms were tied behind her back at her elbows and wrists. Her legs were tied - one at each end of the table - at ankle and knee. She was still wearing her blouse, but as I stepped back it was the first time I had seen clearly the treasures between her legs, beautifully glistening with dampness. As Jan realised I was looking she went bright red and struggled a little, but there was no escape from the table or my eyes.
Our evening meal was good fun. We all giggled - even Jan - as we fed her the casserole with a fork and spoon. At times food spilt out of her mouth, and there were gravy stains all down the front of her white blouse. Occasionally when I fed her I would softly flick a finger across her clitoris and she would gasp as she swallowed. Once I plunged a finger deep into her pussy as I plunged a spoonful into her mouth - her gasp of surprise let the food run out and down the front of her blouse. The mix of being exposed, having her "treasures" toyed with, of being humiliated by being fed, of appearing like a messy little child was clearly having an effect on Jan as a slight trickle of moisture ran down the inside of her leg, leaving a little dampness on the table.
