Several have written to ask what happened after that wonderful night when I caught my secretary having sex with her boyfriend right atop my office desk. After kicking out the guy, I spanked Victoria's ass beet red, and convinced her a blow job for my silence would be the proper ending to the night.
Okay, it wasn't proper, but it was fantastic.
At home that night I worried that young Victoria might blab about what happened, but I really didn't think that would happen. She needed the job, I promised no repercussions and quite frankly she didn't want her mother Taylor to find out. She had too much on the line and while I did too she was the one who was frolicking after hours with a boyfriend her parents didn't exactly like.
Totally satisfied by Victoria, I wasn't horny when I arrived home but was feeling hot on myself, so I asked my wife Chelsea if she'd give me a blow job. Of course I knew the answer, it's been more than 12 years since her lips worked my cock.
Before we married I'd convinced Chelsea that sucking my cock was something she wanted to do. Quite frankly, nearly every date ended in a toe-curling blow job. She was insatiable...until about a month after our wedding when the blow jobs dwindled to once a month, then on special occasions, and then only when she was totally drunk.
Go figure.
So Victoria's mouth magic really affected me, and on nights when I'd whack off, or when Chelsea through screwing was the thing to do, I'd think of the young girls active, awesome mouth.
As it was, at work, we kept things cool. She was the picture of efficiency and I didn't bring up any of the nocturnal activities we'd had when I caught her in the act. It was as if it hadn't happened, yet, her special smiles and casual talking innuendo brought back memories...especially when she'd say something that involved sausage, hot dogs, cylinders or some such works. Because those words would be followed with her eyes slipping down toward my midsection. What a tease.
As for Wednesday nights, she did thank me after using the office late for some "work" with her boyfriend....with the door locked good and tight.
The next weekend I couldn't help myself. I purchased some internet surveillance spying great that recorded and transmitted video from my office to my computer, or any computer for that matter, with the proper security keys. It was sort of the same thing as the nanny cams advertised on late night TV.
Easy to hook up, I watched one Tuesday night when the cleaners were doing their thing. But my real desire was the following night when Victoria and her boyfriend might grace the screen. Needless to say I hurried home from class to see if anything special happened in my office that night.
Chelsea was talkative when I got home from work and my certification class that Wednesday night, so the anticipation kept building. Heck I was so hot that if my wife had wanted to play under the sheets that would have been perfect. Not the case, though, so she went to take a long bath and I slipped to the basement and locked myself in the kids playroom.
The first few minutes were anticlimactic, but soon Victoria entered holding a small bag. She soon was taking off her pants, leaving on her tight green sweater. Down came her panties, and I watched as she reached into the bag and brought out a new pair of undies that I swore had an opening at her crotch. Then came a black skirt that ended just above her knees. Finally, she pulled out a pack of thigh high stockings, and slowing worked them onto her legs.
The stockings were up her thighs, but when Victoria bent over to put everything back into the bag I could see the white skin above the black stockings all the way up to her red panties. An extremely hot view to be sure, a few made hotter when she slowly worked a finger up and down her slit for several seconds.
She had tidied up before something startled her from behind. Apparently her boyfriend was knocking on the external door of the suite. I could see her leave the office after unhitching the lock to my door, and a minute or so later the twosome reentered and locked my door tight.
Totally oblivious to the fact they were being watched, the two held a long kiss. All the while through the kiss the guy was holding first her ass, then slipped the skirt up and unveiled the stockings and sexy panties to my view. It appeared they knew they didn't have much time --- the cleaners were in the building I surmised --- so they were locked together making out with hands roving all over each other's bodies.