This story is based around an actual event a few years back!
When I first went to work in an office environment, in the very heart of London, I had just turned 32. I was extremely happily married to Becky (as, indeed, I still am) and, although I made it home only at weekends, our sex life then was probably at its most rampant.
During the week, in the digs I shared, I would satisfy any sexual urges by buying a girlie magazine (usually Razzle!!) and wanking off shamelessly to the pictures of scantily clad, beautiful young girls, displaying their ripe titties and peeled open cunt lips for my orgasmic pleasure. Occasionally, I would shop in Oxford Street on my way from work and buy Becky some sexy lingerie, such as stockings, suspender belts, and tiny panties, or a ridiculously short ra ra mini skirt and tight, low cut top. These would, of course, be for her to wear during one of our "special" sessions when I went home at weekends! Sometimes I would lay the clothes out on my bed and imagine Becky wearing them and think about all the dirty things we would do to each other when I got home.
I would picture little Becky kneeling on all fours in front of me, fully dressed, but with her mini skirt pulled up around her hips and her little panties pulled down to mid-thigh level. Her pert naked bottom would be framed perfectly by black stockings and lacy black suspenders. Having entered her I would look down to see her pretty little pink cunt lips stretched oh so tightly around my rigid prick. Inevitably, with these sexy thoughts in mind' I would end up naked, with a huge stiff cock that I would tease and wank with the panties and suspender belts. Once I became so sexually excited in my fantasy as I stroked my cock with a pair of tiny black satin panties that I took myself over the edge and pumped a massive hot, sticky load into the delicate, sensual material. I had to return to Knickerbox the next day to purchase a new pair, but I kept the other pair for my own, private fun.
Anyway, shortly after starting work at the office I got to know Jenny, who worked as a secretary to one of the bosses. She helped me get to grips with the computer which I had not used before. Jenny was 24, married, a little mousy but really pretty. She was also a little on the plump side, but not overly, and she obviously had a fair sized pair of titties which were always well covered by her conservative dress. Before long, I became aware that she harboured more than just a passing liking towards me. She began to stand closer to me as she explained some wizardry on the computer and, more than once, one of those gorgeous boobs would work its way next to my arm or pressed into my back. I was really flattered, to be honest, but kept my distance from her as, although she was attractive, she was not really my type and anyway, I was totally smitten still by Becky.
So, all was well and good - until the office party! I must say, that Jenny looked absolutely gorgeous that day. She had pinned her curly blond hair back behind her ears to show off her pretty face to perfection and, for once, she had chosen a low cut blouse to expose her very sexy cleavage. We had all been out to a formal lunch and copious amounts of alcohol had been consumed. Jenny had latched on to me and was almost impossible to shake-off. It was clear that she was a little smitten with me. As we talked, mingled and joked with colleagues, we soon began to surreptitiously hold hands, and as I became more confident of her compliance, I took the opportunity to stroke and squeeze her bottom through her skirt.
At the end of the evening, Jenny was very slightly tipsy, and was adamant that she wanted to "inspect" my digs to ensure that I was adequately catered for. It was all very giggly and suggestive, but I did take her up on her offer and I quietly unlocked the door and led Jenny silently to my tiny bedroom, so as not to disturb the landlady upstairs.
As soon as I sat down with her on the edge of my bed, our lips locked together and our tongues became entwined. Not wanting to waste a second, or give Jenny the chance to change her mind, I slid my hand under her dress and was delighted to find that she was wearing stockings with a suspender belt. "Ummmmm, very, very sexy "I said as my hand slid further up, to the hot, moist panties between her legs. She gave a gasp and flung both of her arms around my neck. "I am wearing them just for you, Rob" she whispered in my ear as her thighs clamped hard around my squirming fingers.