My Wife Has A Dirty Secret

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My job as the Managing Director was made harder as, every time we had a work party or a team night out someone from one team would snog or fuck someone from another team. The Christmas parties were the worst. Because of this, for the past two years I had even extended the invitation to the Christmas party to include the staffs partners, just to try to stop them all fucking each other and making it weird when they can back to work.

Following a few 'after-work drinks' a few weeks ago. I was starting to hear rumours that, Jackie, who was the oldest in the upstairs office as 46 had started dated Micky, the new lad, from the warehouse. Micky was 19. This was not going to end well.

The bigger and more immediate problem was, that the rumours going around were, that he was supposedly 'treating her like shit'.

I got to hear all the gossip because Sandra, my wife, was also one of the office girls and I had to listen to a blow by blow account whilst driving us home every evening. We'd agreed when Sandra first came to work at Maxwell's Printing that we wouldn't talk 'shop' at home. I now wish that I'd thought to have included the car ride as well!

Every day, for half an hour, I'd have to hear about Jackie's new dress, that was far to tight. Or, Michelle's boyfriend who's been texting his ex-girlfriend again. Or how Lisa and Lou aren't talking. It was endless and would go on and on.... Every day.

Today it was the gossip about Micky having done something "well out of order" to Jackie.

Being honest, I was slightly interested as Jackie is not your average 46-year-old. Jackie could probably pass for 30 or 32 years old. She took 3 spin classes each week. She would run 5 miles twice a week and was a part-time yoga instructor. She is in great shape and likes to flirt and show off her body by wearing very tight blouses and shorts skirts. She always wears black tights to 'keep it professional' but the lads in the warehouse would always giggle and stare when she'd come out the office on the back stairs down into the warehouse.... Or more importantly, when she'd climb the stairs when they'd all look up her skirt and see her toned thighs clad in sheer black stockings under her short skirt.

When Micky had turned up in the warehouse as an agency temp Jackie had made a bee-line for him straight away. Micky was 22 with long hair which I had insisted that he tie back in a ponytail for health and safety. But even with his hair tied back, it was clear that he had the 'surfer look'. He even drove an old VW camper-van with his surfboard attached to the roof in case there was any doubt.

Jackie had immediately peacocked around the warehouse, flicking her hair and laughing at the boys' stupid jokes and revelling in their attention. She then pulled herself up to sit on a crate and chatted to Micky whilst swinging her legs back and forth.

Micky was young, dumb, and (I assumed) full of cum (as the expression goes), and he was obviously happy to let Jackie have some of it.

Still all good... but wait...

Following the works-drinks, Micky had taken Jackie for an after-drink, just the two of them. That had led to him fucking her and then quickly fucking her off. Surprise-surprise! The issue then came when he'd shown the rest of the lads in the warehouse the pictures and videos on his phone. The pictures were of his cock in her mouth, her pussy, and her asshole, and if that wasn't bad enough, the grand-finale, and just in case there was any doubt, he showed his new workmates a video of him splattering his cum all over her face and her greedily lapping it up and using her fingers to clean every last drop of his seed into her mouth. (You will learn shortly how I know exactly what the images and videos contained).

As my wife told me this, I instantly had a two emotions.... 1) Oh Fucking hell, as I'd have to deal with this mess, as the boss. And, 2) How do I get to see these pictures and videos?

Chapter 2

The next morning and before I had a chance to do anything I received an email from Jackie asking for a 'one-2-one meeting

right now

'. The 'right now' was bolded and underlined!

I hadn't even finished reading the email, before I heard a tap at my door.

"Come in" I called out.

Jackie entered. She looked as though she'd been crying and was looking rather 'rougher' than usual. She came in and I stood up and moved us to the two low armchairs. As I sat down I remembered how much I hated these chairs. They were so low that my backside was lower than my knees. It always made me feel as though I was half laying down and I mentally promised I would replace them as soon as possible.

I looked over to Jackie and asked "what's up mate, you look like you're having a tough day?" (I knew what's was coming. Obviously).

As she started to answer, my opinion on my rubbish low seats started to change. Jackie was struggling as much as me to sit comfortably. The difference being that I was wearing trousers whereas Jackie was wearing her usual short skirt and black 'hold-up' stockings.

She couldn't cross her legs as her arse was too low on the seat so she'd tried to lay her knees to one side.

Regardless of how she squirmed in her seat, I had a full view up her skirt. I could see where the black stocking finished and the milkiness of the tops of her thighs and then straight to her lacy panties.

I composed myself and tried my hardest to fixed my eyes on her face.

Jackie had already begun talking and I realised I hadn't heard a word. I caught up quickly as she demanded that Micky should be fired but she wasn't given any reasons.

Darkly, I was rather enjoying her uncomfortableness and pushed her again and again on what had happened for her to feel this way about Micky. I even provoked her a little saying that I thought she liked him and I explained that I couldn't just fire the lad with no good reason.

In the end, she just blurted it out. It shocked me because when she finally told me as she was pretty graphic.

"He took pictures of us fucking and him cumming on my face and now he's showing those apes downstairs". She said.

There was something kind of exciting about hearing her use such sexual language. I felt my cock throb as it started to stiffen at her words and I wriggled in my seat allowing my cock some room.

Luckily, she took this as her having made me feel uncomfortable and she actually apologised for he crudity.

She continued to tell me that, not only had he taken these photos and then dumped her but now there were rumours that he was 'seeing' one of the other girls in the office.

I had already heard from Sandra that having finished abruptly with Jackie that Micky was now giving Michelle a lift to and home from work. Michelle was the newest addition to the team and was much closer to Micky's age at 26. Michelle had been placed with us by the local recruitment agency with a bit of a sob story. Supposedly she had had a couple of years away from work to have a baby and was struggling to find work so I'd agreed to give her a chance.

Sandra had updated me after a few days of Michelle having started in the office that in her last job she'd been seduced and become pregnant accidentally by a much older senior colleague who had quickly ended their relationship after being told the big news. This had left Michelle 5 months pregnant and alone. Sandra told me that she'd done a good job as a single mum (in her own words) but now that her daughter was old enough to go to nursery Michelle was keen to get back to work.

I can't lie, I had noticed Michelle instantly. She was facially very pretty. She had long curly blonde hair which looked just as sexy in a ponytail as it did down. She had big blue eyes and was still carrying quite a bit of baby weight. I'd guess her to be about 5'5" and size 16 dress. The one thing that I know for sure was that Micelle was clearly the proud owner of a cracking pair of tits which looked like two beach balls crammed under her work attire.

Michelle had very little confidence and was always attempting to diet and shift the weight. Michelle was very self-conscious of her weight and even more so of her

'

big boobs' which she'd told Sandra, 'just hadn't shrunk back to their original size after I'd stopped breastfeeding'.

When Sandra told me this, I pleased that she didn't question my 'more than eager' appetite as I sucked and licked her tits that night in bed as I imagined young Michelle's massive milky jugs in my mouth.

As Jackie attempted to stand up to leave she pressed her hands down behind her and allowed her knees to part wide giving me a perfect view of the sheer lacy covering her slit was clearly visible.

She watched my face redden as my eyes couldn't help but fix between her legs. She smiled coyly and giggled, "for fucks sake, you men are all the same".

I splurged some half-apology and she smiled.

As Jackie left my office, I reluctantly agreed to speak with him. Jackie pressed her point again that I should be doing more than talking to him and I agreed, that if he admitted to what he'd done, then I would take whatever action was appropriate.

Chapter 3

I decided not to do anything that day. I need time to think and see if I could find out anything more about the series of events. For a change, on the drive home Sandra was surprised at my sudden interest in the office gossip.

I explained that Jackie had come to see me and complained about Micky. I left out the bit about the photos and video and was surprised to hear Sandra's rather strong opinion on the subject.

I thought that Sandra would immediately jump to her friend's defence but instead, she seemed almost dismissive of Jackie and referred to her as an old tart.

"I thought she was your friend," I said surprised.

"She is, but he's much younger than her. What did she think was going to happen?" Sandra answered.

I was confused at her opinion and her sneering opinion of Jackie.

I continued "I'm also hearing that Micky is giving Michelle a lift to and from work each day now. Do you think he's shifted his interest to her?" I asked.

Again, Sandra's opinion shocked and confused me. "No way," she said confidently. "Michelle isn't his type at all".

"How do you know what his type is?" I asked, laughing.

Sandra snapped back again, "I don't".

I shook my head silently and focussed on my driving. Women!

My wife Sandra was 33 years old and was in cracking shape. She is actually eighteen months older than me but probably looked 5 years younger. I knew that guys looked at her and I was proud that she still turned heads. She spent her spare time teaching ballet and in her younger days had been a pretty good dancer. She stood only 5'2" tall which is probably while she'd never made it as a professional dancer but because of her height, she always wore high heels. Which was fine by me.

When we'd first met Sandra had been a pocket-rocket. Up for anything. We used to go raving together and she would dance for hours dressed in knee-high black boots, black lycra hot pants, and silver or gold shiny boob tube. She would dance for eight hours and then fuck my brains out for another 4 hours afterward. As a couple, we weren't into drugs as-such but let's just say those dance & fuck sessions were 'ecstasy'.

However, after 10 years of marriage, she was as moody and temperamental as every other woman in the world and I had obviously put her in a mood asking about the 'Micky and Jackie' situation so we finished the rest of our journey in silence. Once we were home things returned to normal and I decided that for a peaceful life, I would not bring it up again.

As we got into bed that night I cuddled up behind Sandra and cupped her small firm boob into my hand. I pressed my stiffening cock against her pert little bum and allowed my swelling member to find a home between her cheeks. She responded negatively and pulled away muttering that she had a headache. Denied!

I rolled onto my back to lay staring up at the ceiling in the darkness and allowed my mind to wander back to my meeting with Jackie. I closed my eyes tight and remembered her thin thighs and how vivid her pale skin was against the black stocking tops. I slide my hand onto my balls and pumped them slightly as I thought about her sheer panties and my imagination filled in some of the blanks so that I could clearly see her slit behind the lace.

My imagination wandered further and Michelle entered my thoughts. An image formed in my mind of her enormous milky titties hanging heavily on her chest. I thought about chewing her pink nipples and how I'd love to suck them into my mouth. I imagined her face showing relief as I suckled on her teat and how her milk would begin to flow from her nipples and into my mouth giving her relief as I relieve some of their weight.

My cock was straining now and I was far too worked up for it to go away. I listened to Sandra's breathing and was pleased to hear that it had changed to the slower and more shallow rhythm of sleep.

I slid quietly from the bed and across the hallway. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. I wrapped my fingers around my heaving cock and pumped it back and forth. I closed my eyes again and tried to bring Michelle back into my thoughts.

As the image formed I felt the first risings of my ejaculation coming. I wanted more and reach for the washing basket. Sandra's jeans were on top and (as always) her panties were still inside where she'd remove them together.

I pull her underwear free of her jeans and carefully open the gusset that had nestled her pussy all day. I eagerly pulled the white leaky marks up to my nose. The mixture of sweat, salt, piss, and pussy musk was enough to get my orgasm moving. I always waited and teased myself with her dirty underwear saving the back of the gusset till I was ready to cum. I moved them and pressed my nose against the spot where her asshole had been all day. There was something primeval and animalistic about the smell of my wife's asshole and it pushed me over the edge. I licked hungrily at the white pussy residue and inhaled deeply her ass scent from her knickers and my cock began to pump. I quickly used her underwear to catch my seamen as I pumped it from my cock. Once my balls were empty I returned the panties to my mouth and lick the mixture of her pussy perfume and my seed from her underwear.

I took a moment to compose myself and to allow my hard on to subside then flushed the toilet (to cover my tracks) and slide back into bed. Sandra was snoring softly and I lay once again staring at the ceiling.

My mind wandered back to the events of the day. 'Was Mickey really now fucking Michelle?' If he was he was one lucky fucker.

That's when my planned began to formed in my head. I knew I wanted to see the contents of his phone. I already knew that he had the pictures and video of Jackie but I teased myself imagining if he had pictures of Michelle also.... I HAD to see his phone.

As I dove into work I mentioned to Sandra that I would have to speak to Mickey today and that I wasn't looking forward to it.

Again Sandra's reaction surprised me. "Oh, leave him alone. It's not his fault that Jackie's a fucking tart". She snapped.

Sandra very rarely swore so I was doubly-shocked. However, for peace, I chose to ignore it.

"The problem is," I said, "is that if he's now moved his interests on to Michelle, then I should probably talk to him".

She swore again, "I doubt he's interested in that fat bitch".

"Fat bitch?" I repeated back, "I thought you liked Michelle?"

'She's alright" she said with a disingenuous tone.

I shook my head slowly not understanding women at all and once again I decided not to push the matter any further.

Chapter 4

The morning was very busy and I had back to back meetings but after lunch, I exited my office towards the top of the warehouse stairs. I scanned the workshop floor and quickly spotted Mickey chatting to one of the other lads.

I called out to him and asked if he could pop up for a 'word please'.

I walked back into my office and quickly saw his head bobbing upwards as he climbed the stairs.

My plan involved Micky being rather compliant and as he came in I started to doubt if the plan would work.

"You need to see me, boss?" He asked as he came in.

"Yes, hi Micky. Come on in and close the door, please. Take a seat".

He sat down and a lump grew in my throat.

"Micky, there's no easy way to say this so I'll come straight out with it".

He looked back at me and I squeezed the brow of my nose between my thumb and forefinger for effect.

"The thing is Mickey, that there's been a complaint about you having inappropriate images of another member of staff on your phone. I'm sure you'll deny it and yet this other person is adamant that it is true. I have spoken with HR at head office and they are taking advice on what to do. And basically, this puts me in a very difficult situation".

He didn't say a word, which was good. Maybe this was going to work and be easier than I'd feared.

I continued, "HR has asked that I seize your phone so that you can not send or delete the contents or evidence of, if these images either 'do or do not' exist. Once they've decided what to do you can have your phone back".

Even as I said it, it sounded weak. Why had I thought he'd hand over his personal mobile phone? He looked and me with stern eyes and spoke clearly, "No. You can't make me do that. It's not a work phone, it's my property". He stressed the

'my'

, suggesting, rightly, that I shouldn't be asking for him to hand over his phone.

Shit! I thought! I had one last chance but it was tenuous!

"I understand that Micky, but, they've said that you can either leave it with me whilst they take advice or that I have to call the police and report it as a potential 'sex crime'. If I do that, you will lose your job and you could end up on a register or something, which I'm sure you wouldn't want".

I could see he was immediately concerned. And thankfully he was buying it.

"I don't want to give you my phone," he said in a weaker and slightly defeated voice.

"I know Micky, but it's the best option for now".

All of a sudden, he had a new burst of confidence and a change of tact. "There's no fucking way I'm unlocking it though. You just hold on to it till tomorrow or whatever. But it stays locked right?"

"You can leave it screen-locked. You can switch it off for all I care. In fact, you can place it in the office safe yourself. I'll unlock it, and you can put it in". I reassured him.

"I'm not giving you the passcode," he said, sounding really very defensive.

"I do not want the passcode and, I am not asking you for the passcode. All I've been asked to do is keep the phone whilst HR decides what to do or I have to call the police. Personally, I do not want the police in here this afternoon taking you away in a cop car. Do you?" I left the question hanging in the air. I was worried that I might have pushed him to far but luckily, his body language change and he slumped in the chair. He'd bought it.

"I'm definitely switching it off. And I want an envelope to put it in so I can seal it, so I can see that no-one has fucked with it".

"Fine," I said and opened my bottom drawer and pulled out a white C5 envelope. I passed it to him and told him. "Do what you need to do".

I watched him switch it off. He checked it and checked it again. He then placed it into the envelope and sealed it. He even asked me for some Sellotape and put a length along the flap to seal the phone in safely.