My wife Cathy and I had been working from home for several months. We'd settled into a routine with Cathy using the kitchen as her office with her laptop on the kitchen table and me working at the big wooden desk in the spare bedroom we used as a home office. We weren't finding home working too bad and we were getting our work done, especially since we'd been able to off load our three year old daughter to Cathy's parents during the day.
But there were some things I was really missing. I missed the office girls strolling through the open plan area showing off their assets in micro skirts, sheer nylons and thin tight blouses. I missed talking dirty with the other guys discussing the office girls, showing hot pictures of our wives, partners and girl friends and sharing porn sites we'd found evaded our company's IT security system. I missed being in the privacy of a workplace restroom cubicle with my pants down and my cock hard in my hand jerking semen over the cubicle wall as I ogled porn on a tablet or magazine or thought about what I'd like to do with the office girls.
I was sitting on my black leather swivel office chair at the bedroom desk working on a long report. I had no business meetings and I knew I wouldn't be interrupted. The bedroom door unexpectedly opened and Cathy walked in. I felt as if an electric shock had hit me.
When I'd last seen Cathy an hour or so previously she'd been in a big floppy woollen jumper, old faded blue jeans and carpet slippers. Now she was in a dark blue pin striped business skirt so high up her sheer tan nylon clad legs that I caught a glimpse of stocking tops, suspender clasps and bare thigh above. Up top she was in a figure clinging white blouse. Her shoulder length blonde hair was in a businesslike pony tail, her feet were in shiny black high heels and her big dark rimmed glasses gave her a look of mixed professionalism and vulnerability.
Cathy stood for a moment letting me lust for her as she leaned back against the wall. She was rocking slightly on her heels and arching her back just a little so her big breasts bulged under her blouse and the thin white cloth peaked over her nipples. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Cathy's just nearing thirty with a good figure and even in a jumper and jeans she looked good. Dressed in that blouse, skirt, nylons and high heels she was as sex bomb red hot as any porn girl or office eye candy I'd masturbated over in the restroom cubicle.
With her eyes meeting mine and a mischievous smile on her face Cathy slowly crouched down as if to get something out of the lowest drawer of the tall filing cabinet in our bedroom office. She squatted demurely with her knees together like women in skirts learn to do with men around. That pulled what little there was of her skirt high up her thigh to show me even more of her stocking tops and bare thigh, and a peep of the gusset of her panties. They were deep black.
"Here's your sexy secretary." Cathy said, looking up at me through her so innocent glasses. "And she's letting her boss see her knickers up her skirt."
As she spoke Cathy turned to face me and swung her legs wide treating me to a full frontal view up her skirt. Her panties were deep black satin, barely covering the bulge of her sex mound and showing the dimpled cameltoe line of her vagina slit. I'd never seen Cathy in that outfit or underwear before but I remembered some mail order packages which had arrived the last week. I got the picture. Cathy and I have a pretty active sex life, but now with our little daughter out of the way at Cathy's parents we had the house to ourselves and Cathy wanted some more fun.
As I stared at her panties, Cathy reached between her legs. She stroked the bare inside tops of her thighs and the thin gusset between her legs, running her fingertips along the outline of her slit for a few penis-straining moments.
"But my boss wants to see his secretary's hairy cunt, not just her sexy knickers."
Cathy pulled her panties aside to show her vagina slit ringed by her brown pubic hair and pulled open by her spread legs so her inner labia peeped out. Then, still smiling mischievously Cathy rose and bent over our little office printer with her back to me. Her skirt was thin and tight enough to show the outline of her panties and I saw her stockings were seamed. Bending like that pulled her skirt up at the back just far enough for the gusset of her panties to show, and of course to display those superb stocking tops and black suspender straps. She spread her legs wide which pulled her skirt up higher and looked at me over her shoulder.
"And here's the office whore bending over the photocopier inviting the boys to pull her knickers down."
As she spoke Cathy wiggled her skirt-clad bottom at me. I've found that every office has its "office whore" as Cathy put it. She's the woman who lets you get your hands on her tits and bum at office parties and gives you hand jobs in the office storeroom. At my company the office whore had been pretty little brunette Debbie, nineteen and straight out of school. I'd often admired Debbie's big young breasts through her provocatively tight tops, her long legs, her microskirt clad backside and panty peeps as she bent over the photocopier. I'd never dared touch her but I'd left plenty of semen splashes on the cubicle wall thinking of her. I was certainly missing Debbie!
I rose from my chair. I lifted Cathy's skirt right up over her bottom above her panties. Her panties were thin black satin taut over her bum. Cathy spread her legs as wide as she could as my exploring hand followed the hems of her panties across her soft smooth bum cheeks before my hand slid slowly down between her legs brushing the inside tops of her thighs. Cathy moaned and trembled with excitement as my fingers crept along the thin smooth taut gusset between her legs, then stroked her vagina lips through the smooth black satin. I felt her panties moisten with her juice.
After I'd fondled her pussy for a while, still bending over the printer Cathy whispered:
"Pull my knickers down." She spoke softly. but with excitement in her voice.
As Cathy spoke she closed her legs together squeezing my hand between her soft thighs. Closing her legs like that let me slip her panties down her thighs to just below her stocking tops. She let her panties drop and kicked them aside. Then her legs were wide again, my fingers were ruffling her juice moistened cunt hair and she was grunting and gasping with sex pleasure as. I assumed she wanted shagging like that, from behind bent over, and I began to unzip. But my wife had other ideas.
Cathy rose then sat on my black leather swivel office chair. She crossed her legs, pulled the hem of her short skirt demurely down round her thighs so her stocking tops were only just showing, and she undid a blouse button.
"My turn now," Cathy said. "I'm the boss and one of my dirty minded pervert staff comes into my office and exposes his cock to me."
