She was sitting at her desk. Her office was the only one with a light on. The rest of the building was dark. But then it was 8:00 pm on a Friday night. The rest of the building, like most of the rest of the city, was busy starting the week-end. But not her. She was still at her desk. The reason I know she is still at her desk is because I'm still at mine.
Her office was on the 30
th
floor of a high-rise office building in downtown Boston. As luck would have it, my office was on the 30
th
floor of the building across the street. In contrast to my office with only my desk lamp on, her office was lit up like daylight. Otherwise, the offices were mirror images of each other in layout. The desks were close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the door. That meant the occupant sat with their back to the window and simply had to swivel their chair around to enjoy the view of the downtown corporate world. Each office had a small conference table in one corner and a leather couch just inside the door.
At roughly 5'9" tall with blonde hair that hung almost to her waist when she was standing, she struck an imposing sight as she moved about her office. She was smartly dressed in a dark business suit appropriate for the professional environment we worked in. I was sitting at my desk with my chair turned around, watching her. This was not the first time I had watched her but it never got old. Based on her head movements and body language, she appeared to be talking on the phone.
She reached up and appeared to click the phone off, ending her conversation. Then she did something that really got my attention. She stood up, reached under her skirt and removed her panties. Tossing them in her desk drawer she then did something even more bizarre. She removed her suit jacket, laid it over the back of her chair, and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. That was followed by her bra. She was now naked from the waist up. Dropping the blouse and bra into another desk drawer, she retrieved jacket from the chair and slipped it back on. I caught a quick glimpse of the side of one of her breasts as she turned to pick up her jacket. She then sat back down and went back to work as if working at one's desk semi naked was normal. Now she had my full attention. I turned off my desk lamp, sending my office into complete darkness, and settled back in my chair to see what was next.
What happened next was nothing, at least for the next 30 minutes or so. I had almost decided to call it a night when she looked up as if someone had knocked on her office door. She must have to acknowledged the knock because the door eased open and the night janitor pushed his cleaning cart into the room. They exchanged greetings and the woman went back to work and the janitor began his cleaning routine. Based on the gray around his temples, I guessed the janitor was somewhere in his early to mid-fifties, tall, lanky, and looked to be a physically fit older black man.
The woman seemed to be wrapping up her work and reached for her desk phone. Placing the receiver to her ear, she dialed a number. My desk phone lite up at the same instant. I hit the button for the speaker phone and answered, "Hello, this is Adam". The caller on the other end whispered, "Hey babe, are you ready for your Friday night surprise?"
You see...the woman in the office across the street is my wife, Sarah. And the "Friday Night Surprise" she mentioned is a game we started a few months ago. I'm a regional director for an insurance company and Sarah is a lawyer, specializing in real estate law. We are in our mid-thirties and have been married for 10 years. We have not yet started a family but have discussed it. Both of our jobs come with a fair amount of stress so a couple of years ago we started looking for a way to ease that stress, worried that our schedules would drive a wedge between us and ultimately drive us apart.
We met when we were seniors in college, both already reasonably experienced sexually. Once we started dating we became stopped seeing other people. Our sex life has been open and adventurous from the very start. Even though we didn't have other partners once we got together, we probably did everything two people could do sexually without breaking the law. Honestly, I'm not sure we didn't cross the line a couple of times. Our adventures have included some pretty outlandish role playing as well a good assortment of sex toys, both male and female.
I have never been with another guy and have no desire to. Sarah, on the other hand, had a couple of adventures with one of her college roommates. She, of course, considers herself a heterosexual but has been very open with me about the pleasure she enjoyed with her roommate, even admitting that under the right circumstances she would consider being with another woman.
Anyway...as our careers began to consume us we both realized we needed an outlet. Because we had always been so open and adventurous in our sex lives it just made sense to us that sex would be our outlet. We were confident enough in our relationship that sex outside our marriage seemed safe to us. However, neither of us were had any interest in the swinging scene. After a lot of discuss, and some very hot sex along the way, we devised the "Friday Night Surprise" game.
So...this is how the "game" works. Once a month we get to have sex with another person. Sarah gets the first Friday of the month and I get the third. We laid out the ground rules: 1) No repeat partners. Each adventure had to be "one-and-done". 2) The other person always has to watch. 3) Although we agreed that this rule could change at some point, for now the adventure has to happen in our office. That made it more exciting and easy for the other person to watch undetected, if we choose for our "victim" not to know.
I won't go into detail about how we planned our adventures but it goes without saying that plenty of thought and planning went into the process. We knew going in that some of the partners would likely be people we knew and or worked with. So, we took measures to ensure confidentiality. The last thing we wanted or needed was a scandal. We agreed that, outside of personal safety, there would be no boundaries concerning who we selected.
