It all began a little more than three months after I started working for Adrienne, an attractive and successful executive of an ad firm whose stylish offices were located in an upscale downtown high-rise office building. In that time we had developed a good working relationship, but other than some innocent flirting, everything was strictly platonic.
All that changed one fateful evening.
One night I happened to return late to the office to finish up some work on a client presentation for the next day. I got off the elevator and proceeded down the hall to my office, when I noticed that the door to her office at the end of the hall was barely cracked open and the light on.
Curious, I put my briefcase down in my office and walked toward her door. Just before I knocked I heard some strange sounds coming from inside the office. When I carefully peaked through the small crack in the door, I was shocked to discover my boss topless and kneeling on the floor next to her desk, sucking wildly on the cock of some young stud standing over her and holding her head as it bobbed up and down on him.
I was totally astonished and amazed at what I was seeing, because I knew she was married and he was definitely not her husband. I knew instinctively that I should leave before being discovered, but at the same time I couldn't help watching. I saw everything perfectly from my secret vantage point and was totally transfixed on the incredibly erotic scene. With one hand she was pumping this guy's shaft and with the other she was caressing his balls, all the while alternating between sucking him deeply into her mouth and licking up and down his thick shaft and head. She was going at it like a woman possessed and he was obviously loving it, moaning with desire. His body suddenly tensed as he let out a loud groan, and I knew his cock was erupting into her mouth. He withdrew himself from her mouth after a few seconds, and I watched the last of his cum drop onto one of her bare breasts, trickling slowly down into the valley between them.
At this point my cock was bulging in my pants, and though I wanted to stay to see what would happen next, I was too afraid of being seen. So I dashed down the hall to my office, closed the door and got busy with my work. It was incredibly difficult to concentrate, but I tried anyway.
Sometime later I heard a knock at my office door. "Jason?" she called, obviously flustered to find me there.
"Come in," I said. Taking a seat in the guest chair across from my desk, she began to ask questions in hopes of finding out how much I may have seen.
She looked at her watch. "You sure are working late tonight. You working on that big McNeil presentation?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I've just got a few more details to wrap up."
"So, you been here long?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"A while," I answered vaguely. I saw her obviously pondering how to find out how much I saw without coming right out and asking. I decided to turn the tables a bit. "How about you, what are you doing here so late?"
She looked nervously at the floor and answered, "Oh, nothing much, just catching up on a little paperwork myself."
"Have you been working late very much lately?" I asked further.
"Yeah, some."
"Does your husband mind you working late like this?" Before she could answer, I added, "You know I'm not married, but if you were my wife, I'd be pretty suspicious."
She shifted in her chair, now becoming obviously agitated. "He travels a lot, so I work late when he's gone." As soon as the words left her lips, she realized how it sounded, but it was too late. "I mean..., " she stammered.
I didn't miss the opportunity to shoot at the open net, and interrupted, "Oh, I see. The cat's away, so the mouse is playing?" I laughed snidely.
It quickly became obvious to her that her worst fears had been realized, and a look of dread came over her face. She still hadn't made eye contact with me since entering my office.
"You know you really should close and lock your office door when you are engaged in activities that you don't want your employees to see," I said. Then just to make it clear I added, "I saw everything."
"Oh my god," she blurted out.
"You are one hot lady," I pronounced with a mischievous grin. "I would never have imagined you... well... OK maybe I have imagined a few times." I laughed at my own joke, but she obviously didn't see any humor in the situation.
The fear in her eyes was evident, and I saw clearly that the knowledge I now possessed about her affair gave me great power over her. Without really considering the consequences of my actions, I immediately began to take advantage of it. "I suppose you'd rather this not become public knowledge," I said boldly. "And I especially don't think you want her husband to know about this, do you?"
"What exactly are you asking?" she questioned, as the shame in her face turned to fear.
"Don't worry, I know how to keep a secret," I assured her. "But my silence will come with a few conditions."
"Conditions? Like what?" she asked wide-eyed.
My mind spun with the possibilities, but my arousal was still overwhelming from having just watched my slutty half-naked boss eagerly swallow some guy's cock and drink his come. I could have gone for a raise, or a company car, but I was thinking with my cock, not my wallet. I stood and moved behind her to close and lock my office door. An apprehensive look came over her face. "To begin with I want to see those pretty breasts of yours again - but this time a little closer."
Her reluctance was obvious - the look of astonishment told me so. I could see in her eyes the frantic consideration of her predicament. Should she risk her marriage and public disgrace by refusing to show me something I'd obviously already just seen? Reluctantly she agreed to do as I asked. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly removed it. She unhooked the front clasp of her silky black bra and tossed it onto my desk with her blouse. She sat still, her hands in her lap, staring at the floor.
"Very nice, Adrienne - even more lovely than I had imagined for a woman your age. They real?"
"Yes," she said curtly, obviously offended by the age reference and fake boob insinuation.
Taking note of her rather erect nipples, I began to tease her. "Are you cold? Or are you maybe liking this just a little?"
She didn't answer, but I sensed that maybe there was some part of her that was enjoying my attention. Was there more to the flirtatious exchanges we had shared than I realized? It figured what better time could there be to test the possibility. I stooped to cup her breasts with my hands, but she flinched away in response to my touch.
"Easy," I said. "I just want to feel those gorgeous mounds."
Gently I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, and her eyes closed. Was she embarrassed or turned on? I couldn't really tell for sure.
"Where's the come I saw dripping between your tits before?" I asked.
"Gone," she answered tersely, her eyes still closed tightly. My thumbs rotated firmly and slowly in circles over her engorged nipples.
"Gone where?" I asked.
"Just gone." She was resisting sharing the details with me, but I wasn't going to let her get away with it.
"Did he make you clean up the last drops with your fingers and lick them clean?"
"Yes," she finally admitted. I pinched the protruding fleshy buds between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled on them slightly.
"Did you stare at him with those sexy dark eyes of yours as you licked your fingers for him?
"Yes." I rolled her nipples back and forth in my fingers. She tried to stifle a low moan.
"Are you a little come slut?"
