Helen is my partner, and she loves sex. Which makes me happy, as I do as well. She has had several boyfriends since getting divorced, and she was seeing one man when she first met me, or rather, him and his friend ... more of that another day though
The other week she came home a bit flustered, and told me that she had had a phone call from Ben (boyfriend when she met me). He had rung her work on business, not knowing that she worked there (different company), and he recognised her voice, asked if it was her, and told her who he was. He started talking dirty she said, asking if she was getting enough cock these days, and asked her is she still liked to wear short denim skirts, because he missed fucking her doggy style with the skirt pushed up over her hips and feeling her tits in his hands as he fucked her. She said her boss came in then so she tried to talk normally to him, and he switched on to what she was doing. He ended the call by saying that he would pop by, now that he knew where she worked
By this time, she was on her back on our bed, and I was sucking her nipples whilst fingering her through her g-strings, feeling how wet she was getting, so I slid on top and we fucked each other
Last Friday, she got home a bit later than normal, and she took me by the hand, and pulled me onto the bed and told me to strip her and fuck her. She was panting and just about stripped herself, and as her clothes came off, I could smell cum, in fact looking closely, her tits had dried cum on them, and her g-strings were covered in it. I wasted no time talking, and went down on her, she was still wet and swollen, and whilst I tongued her, pulling her clit with my teeth, she told me what had happened to her
Ben came by just after lunch, with Mike, his mate from a few years ago. They chose Friday, because most businesses slow down then, and with only having a small staff anyway, they took a chance that she would be alone. She was, her boss and the sales team were out at lunch, and Helen knew they wouldn't be back. She was in the back when they rang the bell on the counter, and she said she nearly fainted when she came out and saw them both there. Helen only wears g-strings (sometimes high-cut teddies/body suits, which are see through) to work, under her tight-fitting trousers - no vpl she says, flattish shoes and a shirt with a normal bra (but she said, if she had known they were coming she would have worn something else)