Sue Set Free: En at Wor

My open relationship has been getting more and more complex. Recently, I had sex with one of my men - Philip, at work, in front of one of my coworkers - Emily.

A few days later, I was breezing through reception, past the security desk with Tom and Ken. They're nice old guys. I think they're retired cops or something - they have that sort of air about them.

"'Night guys," I said to them as I headed towards the door.

"Sue," Ken said, "can I have a word?"

"Sure," I said, heading back towards the desk.

"I'm clocked out now," Ken said to Tom as he got up. "This way please."

I followed him around behind the desk, and into an office they had back there.

He closed the door behind me, and I stopped, not really sure what to expect. I felt like I was back at school and in trouble for something, but I didn't know what.

Ken went and sat behind a desk, and waved at me to come over by him, pointing at his monitor.

"We have these security cameras," he said, and I suddenly felt cold. What had they seen?

He tapped away on a keyboard, and four pictures came up on the screen.

"There aren't that many of them, and they monitor places where the bosses think people would take stuff like computers that they've stolen to get out of the building."

One of the views was the corridor outside the mailroom.

"They turn on when they notice movement."

He tapped the keyboard, and the picture of the mailroom went full screen. It was quite blurry now, which made me think it was pretty low resolution.

He tapped again, and it started playing. I watched Emily and me walk down to the mailroom door. Luckily we were pretty small by the time we got there, but as we'd walked past the camera, you'd know it was us.

Ken tapped the keyboard and the video stopped.

"That's you and Emily, isn't it?"

I just nodded. I could feel my throat was tight and my mouth was dry.

"Is everything OK?"

I nodded again.

"Only then you do this..." he trailed off as he tapped and the video started again.

It was crappy low resolution, over compressed, but after a few seconds you could see me drop off my skirt and Emily pick it up. Then you could see me knock on the door then take off my jacket, standing there naked. Then we both go in the door and the video stopped after a few more seconds.

"Is everything OK?" Ken asked again.

"I can explain," I said.

"I just want to know you're OK," he said. He seemed to really mean it.

"Yes," I said, "I'm just having a sort of sexual relationship with Philip."

"And Emily?"

"She was taking pictures."

"So she's blackmailing you?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, "they're for my husband."

"So your husband knows about this?"

"It was kind of his idea," I said, "we're in an open relationship - that bit was his idea - and he likes to hear and see me with other guys. It really turns him on."

"And you?"

"I like sex with other guys," I said, feeling myself blush. "Quite a few other guys."

"So what did you do with Philip?" He seemed to have relaxed a little, now he knew I wasn't in trouble. Now he seemed interested in what was happening.

"That time?" I asked, "we had oral sex."

He looked at me.

"He licked my pussy, and I sucked his cock," I blurted out.

He nodded. I realized that he probably knew what oral sex was, and didn't need me to tell him.

"OK," he said. "I looked through the old videos, and I see a bunch of people going to the mailroom, and they're usually there for a minute or two, but you've been there several times for twenty minutes or more."

He tapped away at the keyboard.

"There," he said, "I've deleted that video."

"You can do that?"

"Sure," he said, "we're supposed to clear it out from time to time so the hard drive doesn't fill up."

"Thank you," I said, relaxing a bit.

"Is there a camera near our desks?" I asked, suddenly thinking of me, blowing Herman.

"No," he said, "you have to get something you've stolen out of the building. We don't care about you moving it around inside."

He looked at me.

"Why?"

"Just wondering," I said.

He continued to look at me. Oddly enough he looked a little nervous.

"Can I ask a favor?" he said, a little softly.

I tilted my head, questioningly.

"Can I see what Philip saw? I couldn't see anything of you really, in the video, and I think you're really pretty."

I was flattered. I also felt I owed him something for not getting me in trouble. I glanced at the door.

"Of course," he said, getting up and going to the door. I watched him lock it carefully, so as to not make a noise.

"Tom has a key, obviously, but we'll hear him try the door first."

"Is there a camera in here?" I asked, looking around the corners of the ceiling as I came out from behind the desk where there was more room.

"No," said Ken, shaking his head, "you can't get anywhere except out to reception from in here."

He went back to behind the desk.

I took my phone out of my bag, and put my bag down. I held the phone out to Ken.

"Can you take pictures," I asked, quietly, "for my husband?"

He took the phone from me as he moved around the desk so he could see all of me.

He was pointing the phone at me, so I started undressing. My jacket came off first, and I draped it over the edge of the desk. My fingers went to the buttons on my blouse next. I could feel myself starting to get turned on by the situation.

"Could you do the skirt next?"

I nodded, leaving the top two buttons on my blouse undone, and I unzipped my skirt. I let it fall to the floor, then bent to pick it up, putting it on the desk.

Ken was looking at my legs, so I moved to the side slightly and stepped out of my shoes, then rolled my pantyhose down my legs and put them with my shoes.

Back in the centre of the room, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, pulling the straps down my arms so I could take it off under my blouse. I lifted the edges of my blouse slightly so I could grab the waistband of my panties, and I slid them down, wiggling my legs to get them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them.

I bent forward, so Ken could see my cleavage, and collected my panties to drop them on his desk.

Slowly, I straightened up while undoing the buttons on my blouse. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it slip down to my hands. I dropped it on the desk, leaving me naked.

He stared at my pierced nipples.

"May I..." he trailed off.

I nodded, and he put the phone down and came and felt my tits, playing with the bars through my nipples. I could feel myself getting more turned on.

I put my hands behind my head, lifting my tits up and pushing them into his hands.

After he'd spent a minute or so massaging them, he said "stay like that, I'll get a picture."

He collected my phone and took a couple of pictures.

"Could you turn around?"

Still with my hands on my head, I turned around slowly. When my back was towards him, he told me to stop.

"Bend over," he said.

I knew what he wanted to see, so I bent over at the waist. I shuffled my feet about shoulder width apart, and took my hands off my head to balance better. I had a brief, dirty, idea, and reached back and held my bum cheeks apart for a few seconds. I heard him gasp softly.

I let go and stood up again. I turned back to face him.

"You're really turned on by this, aren't you?" he said.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, like I did for Philip?"

"I had prostate cancer," he said sadly. "I can't get an erection."

"But you still like your cock being played with?"

He nodded.

"My wife doesn't like to though, as it's always soft. I'm pretty sure she's cheating on me."

"Let me play with your cock," I said, maybe a little eagerly.

He nodded.

I came and knelt down in front of him, reaching for his belt. I quickly had his pants unzipped and down by his thighs, his underwear following.

He had a nice cock, but, as he'd said, it was soft. I guess I sort of took this as a challenge, and started stroking it.

I looked up at him, still pointing my phone at me, and I wiped his cock across my face, kissing it. I knelt up and rubbed it over my nipples, being careful to not catch it on the bars. I'm sure neither of us would appreciate that.

I knelt back down again and took his balls in the other hand, holding the floppy shaft so I could run my tongue along it. I ran my mouth down the shaft, sucking and licking it, and put the head in my mouth.

I sucked and licked the head, slowly sucking his whole cock in. It's weird having a soft cock in your mouth... it feels strange as I think every cock I've ever sucked has been hard when I start, and is going soft when I stop. I could easily get the whole thing in my mouth and lick his balls too.

I had his cock along my tongue, and was sucking it, when suddenly he jerked and spasmed like he was cumming, but nothing came out. I looked up at him, thinking maybe I'd hurt him or something, but he looked like he was in heaven.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth gently.

"Are you OK?"

He just nodded for a bit.

"I came," he said.

"Nothing came out."

"I came though. That hasn't happened since my surgery."

"Great!"

"I can't thank you enough," he said, "it's been years."

I got up and started getting dressed. Ken pulled his underwear and pants back up, and pulled the chair out from behind the desk and sat down, watching me dress.

For a second I thought about not bothering with the pantyhose, but I figured Tom would notice and ask questions, so I struggled into it before putting my shoes on. To cheer Ken up, I put my skirt on last, even after my jacket.

He handed me my phone, and I dropped it into my bag.

"Thanks," I said.

"No," he said, "thank you. I guess I have a lot of thinking and talking with my wife to do."

"What are you going to tell Tom?" I asked him.

"Oh, I'll say something about my daughter wanting to work in an office," he said. "He usually zones out when I talk about the kids anyway."

He went to the door and unlocked it quietly. He opened it, and we went out.

"I'd love to help you again out if our schedules match," I said as I passed Tom. Tom couldn't see, but I gave Ken an air kiss and a wicked grin.

"Uh, thank you," he stammered.

I waved to them both and headed for the door.