Sue Set Free: Fun at Wor

So it seems like I'm in an open marriage, with my husband having a mistress, and me having sex with whoever I want. We tell each other about our "adventures," and he's even involved me with his mistress once, but I still have no idea who she is. I'm not sure I want to know, either.

I was sitting at my desk, day dreaming a little as I didn't want to start something new right before going home, when the guy who delivers the mail comes up. He's nice - they're a contract company, so the guys seem to change fairly regularly, I'm guessing the smart ones go to busier places, and the dumb ones go and flip burgers or something - anyway, Philip is nice, and we sort of low-key flirted from time to time. He's a couple of years younger than me, so I've always assumed that we were just being friendly. He was tall, and pretty good looking, so I'm pretty sure he'd have the pick of the girls.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied looking up at him. "Do you have anything for me?"

He handed me a few letters in a bundle. I dropped them in my in box - I'd look at them tomorrow, most likely.

"Thanks," I said, brightly.

"Um," he said, looking a little nervous.

I looked at him expectantly.

"There's this," and he handed me his phone.

On the screen was my Tinder profile. I think I blushed a little, and handed his phone back quickly, unable to look him in the face.

"Are you really in an open relationship?"

"I am," I said, "it was even my husband's idea."

"Interesting," he said.

He showed me the screen of his phone, then swiped right.

"Have a good evening," he said sweetly, and walked off down the hall.

I was all screwed up now, as I didn't know what to do, or what I'd already done. Was this going to cause me problems at work? I just killed time until I could get in the car and go home.

At home, Dave wasn't in, so I assumed he was working late. Or fucking his mistress. Either way, I went upstairs and started running a bath. I dropped bubbles and oils and stuff in, lit a couple of candles, then got undressed.

I left my phone on the counter and settled in to the water. I closed my eyes, and relaxed. My thoughts kept going back to Philip.

I found myself playing with my nipples as I washed them, and then I spent all together far too long washing my pussy. I was getting pretty turned on, and probably not thinking straight, because I dried my hands, picked up my phone and dug through until I found Philip on Tinder and swiped right on him. Now something would have to happen, and whatever it was, I'd have to deal with it.

I put my phone down, closed my eyes and tried to relax. I was pretty keyed up though, and my eyes flew open as soon as I heard the notification beep.

I looked at my phone. It was a chat from Philip.

What are you doing?

I replied back.

Taking a bath.

Almost immediately he replied.

Pic?

Hmm. I arranged myself and took a picture. I wasn't happy with it, so I tried again several times until I got the perfect picture. You could see my cleavage, but my nipples were hidden in the foam, and I was smiling up at the camera. I sent it over.

He replied after a few seconds.

Nice. See you tomorrow.

There was no way I was going to be able to relax now, so I got out of the bath and toweled myself off. The water was starting to get cold anyway.

I heard Dave come in, and I put on my pajamas and went down to see him. Neither of us had much to say, so we had a dinner from leftovers and watched TV before going to bed. I spent the whole time daydreaming about what was going to happen with Philip.

In the morning, I decided there was a distinct chance that something was going to happen, so I had a shower, shaved, and put on a sexy white thong and bra, and hold up stockings under my normal work attire. I thought high heels would be a bit too obvious, so I wore my normal shoes and headed to work. I felt sexy, in my underwear, and was looking forward to seeing what the day would bring.

I fairly tripped through the day, getting lots of work done, and just before noon I got a call from the mail room. It was Philip.

"Can you come down? I have a large package for you."

"Oh, well played, sir," I said, "I'll be right down."

I left my jacket hanging on the back of my chair and headed downstairs.

When I got there, I knocked on the door and Philip open it. He was all smiles as he ushered me in to their little office, and he locked the door behind him.

"I don't have long," I said, rushing into his arms.

He crushed his mouth against mine, and we kissed passionately while I held him close and he felt me up. He was squeezing my bum, but I wanted him to play with my tits as that gets me going a lot quicker. I moved his hands to my tits, and he started squeezing them instead.

I broke away, and backed up a little. I saw a flash of disappointment go across his face, to be replaced by delight as I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it out of my skirt. We started kissing again, and his hands went back to my tits. He soon found the front clasp to my bra, unhooking it so he could hold my bare tits and roll my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, making them go stiff.

I was feeling his cock, and fumbled with his belt. He backed up and undid it, unbuttoned and unzipped, then went back to kissing me. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs so I could feel his cock and balls.

This time I broke away, and I pulled my tight skirt up to my waist so I could squat down in front of him. I took hold of his cock again, sliding my hand up and down the shaft as I licked his balls, sucking each one gently. I licked along the length of the shaft and took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He rocked forwards slightly, and I held steady, so he started up a rocking motion, gently fucking my face. I was stroking his balls with one hand, and jacking him off with the other. He held my head, sliding further and further in with each stroke until I had to take my hand off his shaft so I could deep throat him.

He seemed to really like this, and it didn't take long before he stroked in and held himself there, with my face against him as he emptied his balls down my throat.

When he was finished, I licked his cock clean before pulling up his underwear and tucking it away. He pulled up his pants and did up his belt as I stood up.

I pulled my skirt back down, and redid my bra. He watched me as I dressed myself again to look like a boring office drone.

"That was amazing," he said.

"Thanks," I said, "you have a lovely cock."

"No," he said, "that was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"Practice," I said, smiling at him.

"Can we do this again some time?"

"Sure," I said, "but right now I have to get back to work."

He gave me my mail, then unlocked the door. I went back to my desk and dug some breath mints out of my bag.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and I even got some major projects finished before heading home.

Dave was already home.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Fine," I said, "blew the mail boy."

"Whoa," he said, "I'm going to need more details."

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" I asked. "I want to get changed anyway."

We headed upstairs. I took off my jacket and hung it up, then I acted out what I'd done with Philip, but with Dave. The difference is that rather than fucking my face, Dave stood me up, turned me around and pulled my thong aside, then took me from behind. It didn't take long before we were both cumming, and collapsed on the bed.

"I don't suppose there are any pictures," he asked as I undressed properly, heading for the shower.

"I didn't think to take my phone," I told him.