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It Serves Him Right

It Serves Him Right

by crassiusnomex
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Sandra joined our company in 1993 as the new accounts payable manager. I was then 43, she was a year younger. I was working in IT. There were around 50 employees in total, so it wasn't a large company.

Sandra was a small woman, about 5'1. She had blonde hair in a bob, a trim figure, very small tits and an arse to die for. Facially she was not beautiful. Some would say she was ugly. I wouldn't go that far.

I could see that when she was younger she would have been attractive, pretty even. The years and the effects of smoking had taken their toll. She had wrinkles around her lips from drawing on her cigs and her teeth were somewhat tobacco stained.

She had a wicked sense of humour and wouldn't put up with bullshit. "Rough diamond" is a fitting description, because despite the rough exterior she had a heart of gold. She worked hard and was good at her job. I never saw her walking slowly, she always seemed in a hurry.

I quickly got to know her quite well. Every day she would call into my office with invoices to sign off. She often had a funny or flirty remark. 'Can I have your autograph please?' she'd say as she passed me the invoices to sign off. Saying it in a mock simpering way, batting her baby blues at me like I was George Clooney.

One time she said, 'This company is on my case every bleedin' day, it's long overdue. So I'll make a deal with you. You sign it right now and the rest of this week I'll undo an extra blouse button before I come into your office.' That was followed by a wink. That sort of thing, just banter, nothing more to it. On that occasion I signed it, but she didn't keep her side of the deal. When I complained, her reply was simply, 'Sucker!'

Our normal working day ended at five o'clock. Most days I'd work until six, six-thirty. Sandra worked late on some days. She caught the bus to and from work, actually two buses. One from the main road that ran past our business park. It was a ten-minute walk to that bus stop. That bus took her to the city station. Then a bus from there to the town where she lived with her husband Tony.

The entire journey would take her just over an hour. By car, it would only take twenty minutes. One day she was leaving at the same time I was, we said goodnight as she walked past me.

As I was getting into my car I saw her walking as fast as she could to catch the bus. I watched the fascinating movement of her bum in her jeans.

'Sandra.' I called out, 'I can give you a lift as far as the motorway, if that helps?'

'Yeah, it would, thanks.' She came trotting back.

It was going to get her halfway to the city and cut down her journey time. During the drive I told her to let me know when she was going to work late, and to call me when she was ready to leave. I told her that it would be doing me a favour, because sometimes I was so engrossed in work I didn't notice the time.

That then became the norm. Sometimes her bus would be in front of us, 'That's my fucking bus, try to overtake it will you?'

Usually I succeeded. I was then rewarded with a view in the mirror of her arse in skintight jeans as she ran back to the bus stop, frantically waving at the driver to wait for her. That was her normal attire. Skin tight jeans, white blouse and black leather biker jacket. If she had any important meetings she'd wear a skirt and tailored jacket. Sometimes jacket and trousers. Her legs were also fantastic.

One morning I saw her walking into the estate and I pulled up to save her the ten-minute walk. She ran up to the car door and opened it. Instead of getting in, she leaned in then gave me a sultry look and said, 'Looking for a good time sir?' I just laughed and so did she, but I felt the beginnings of an erection.

Sometimes after work I'd hold the door open for her as she got in the car. If she was wearing a skirt, she seemed to deliberately make sure I got a good look at her knickers. One time after she'd flashed me she said as I got in the car, 'Did you just look up my skirt?'

'No!' I lied, feeling myself blushing.

'Why not?' she asked with mock disappointment, 'I wouldn't have minded.'

Again, I started to get erect. At the time my marriage was going through a really rough patch, nothing to do with Sandra. Sandra was a good listener. Her marriage wasn't so great either. Our work relationship had reached a level of trust where she also felt able to open up. Tony was constantly trying to persuade her to have a MMF threesome with a mate of his. She suspected that Tony knew his mate would reciprocate and then let Tony fuck his wife.

He also wanted her to persuade Natalie, a friend of hers (Natalie played around and Sandra had mentioned that she did to Tony) to join the two of them in a FFM threesome. Sandra at that time wasn't interested in threesomes.

His business took him all over the UK, and she was sure he had a woman in every port. She also knew he visited massage parlours. The idiot had left a UK directory lying around, with some parlours ringed in pen. He'd even rated some with a score out of ten, proving he'd been there. What a twat! She didn't want a divorce, mainly for financial reasons, so she was prepared to put up with him.

With my marriage it reached the stage where we decided we weren't going to resolve our differences. Until such time as the divorce came through, and the marital home was sold; I rented a house closer to work. It was in the next town to where Sandra lived. When giving her a lift I could then get her much closer to home and significantly shorten her working day.

However, that didn't happen. She worked on a bit later than she had been doing. She said it was because she could do with the extra money and Tony was used to the time she got home after working late. After I started to give her a lift home, she worked a little later. Now she could work even later still, but get home at the normal time.

My divorce finally came through. I was then waiting for the house we had to be sold.

About twelve months after moving out I met another woman, Kate. She was an attractive brunette, a single mum in her late thirties with a young daughter the same age as my youngest. I started seeing Kate regularly. She didn't drive, and so I would drive to see her. Eventually we progressed to the point where, more often than not, I would spend the night at her place. I didn't move in, I always took an overnight bag. I always went home after work to either stay at home, if I wasn't seeing Kate, or pack a change of clothes.

Kate and I both had the same model and colour of Nokia phone. One evening Kate was working until very late. Her daughter was with her dad overnight. Kate left a key in the garden and told me to let myself in. She arrived home around nine. When she arrived I told her to put her feet up, and I'd make us a bit of supper.

I was pottering around in her kitchen when my phone buzzed with a message. I picked it up, not realising it was her phone...

still in this warm snuggly bed feeling naughty x

The message was from someone called Greg. Greg was an ex-boyfriend she'd mentioned. I took it through to her and said, 'You've had a message from Greg, I picked up your phone by mistake.'

She read it and went bright red, 'He must have sent it to me by mistake, it must be meant for someone else.'

She put her phone down and carried on watching TV. I just hovered.

'What?' she asked.

'Aren't you going to tell him?'

'Tell him what?'

'That he sent it to you by mistake.'

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'It's not up to me to get involved in his love life, or embarrass him.'

'Well it would teach him to be more careful in future and besides, he'll think his message to whoever is being ignored.'

'Not my problem, I'm too tired.'

I let it drop, but I didn't believe her. She'd been in bed with Greg.

The next day on the drive home from work Sandra was complaining about Tony being away and his phone often being switched off for a couple of hours. I told her about Kate's message from Greg.

Then I said, 'You know, you and I should shag the arse off each other, because we both know they're cheating. Why should they have all the fun?'

Sandra just laughed and said, 'Yeah, that'd serve 'em right.'

I didn't think she'd taken me seriously, but I realised I was serious. I did want to fuck Sandra, partly to feel better about Kate but also because Sandra was starting to turn me on.

I didn't want to push it though because I valued her friendship. An idea came to me, 'Instead of dropping you off at the bus stop, I've just got to dump this bag at home and get changed, then I'm driving over to see Kate. I'm going to end it with her.

'When I get to my house I won't be long, you can wait in the car or come inside with me. Then I can drive you all the way home, I go past where you live on my way to Kate's place.'

I was hoping she'd follow me into the house. If she did, I'd take that as a green light and make a move. She didn't, she waited in the car.

Sandra looked deep in thought when I returned to the car. She gave me a smile, I didn't think I'd offended her.

As I started to get closer to her street she said, 'Just drop me here, I don't want to get home too early, he'll ask questions.'

'Why would he?'

'He knows the bus timetable, he'll know I didn't catch the bus. I haven't told him about you giving me lifts cos he'll get jealous. He's a fucking hypocrite, he plays around, but he's jealous where I'm concerned.'

I dropped her off and watched her gorgeous arse as she walked away. She smiled and waved as I drove past. I was getting hard for her again. I then headed to Kate's. I felt like dumping her by text message.

Don't want to be in your warm, snuggly bed, I know you cheated with Greg.

I didn't dump her by text, I told her, and why. Kate didn't argue or become upset. I'm sure my suspicion about Greg was founded.

My marital home was eventually sold. I ended up buying a house that was in the opposite direction to where Sandra lived, so I no longer gave her a lift. She knew it wasn't because I didn't want to give her a lift any more. There were many reasons. It was mainly to be nearer my kids, and house prices were cheaper on the opposite side of town. She understood, gave me a peck on the lips and thanked me for all the lifts I had given her.

I said, "It was no problem, just returning the favour for all the lifts you give me, breezing into my office like you do every day. Especially during the shit times."

She looked at me quite intently for a moment, then she smiled coyly and went about her day. As always I watched her mesmerising backside until she closed the office door.

So, fast-forward to April 30th 1996, I was still single, Sandra was still married to Tony, she was still working for the company and, we still got on great. In fact more than great, if it was just the two of us we flirted shamelessly. When the time was right, I was sure we would do more than just flirt. I'd always shied away from office romances. The ones I'd seen nearly always came to grief. The ensuing awkwardness resulting in one party resigning and moving on.

With Sandra, I didn't think that would happen. She was tough and pragmatic, but fun and understanding. She'd made it clear that she was going to stay with Tony no matter what.

During the course of our flirting, I felt she was also making it clear to me that she was up for no-strings sex, when the time was right.

So, April 30th 1996 was the day the company celebrated 25 years of trading. The company took everyone to a local restaurant for drinks, dinner, and dancing. There was an open bar until ten o'clock. After that they would reimburse taxi fares home, or into Leeds for those that wanted to continue the party there.

That being the case I took the bus to work. We all finished work at four o'clock. The company had booked a bus to take us all to the restaurant. Sandra sat next to me on the bus and rubbed my leg affectionately as she sat down.

'Can I do that to you?' I asked.

'If you want,' she said with a mischievous smile, 'Quick, before these seats near us get taken.'

We were amongst the first ones on the bus. I placed my hand near her knee and she parted her legs. Not by much, but I noticed the movement. She was wearing a business suit with trousers. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, much more slowly than she rubbed mine. I stopped an inch from her crotch and moved my hand back to her knee. She opened her legs a bit wider. I moved my hand back up and moved the edge of my hand very close to her pussy.

She gave a low moan. Unfortunately I had to remove my hand as the bus filled up, otherwise I think I could have gone further.

She whispered in my ear, 'That felt very nice.'

We arrived at the restaurant, I asked her what she wanted to drink. Sandra stood next to me at the bar. I passed her the white wine she'd asked for. She gave me a peck on the cheek to thank me and went off to socialise. I watched her walk away.

Dave, our contracts manager, was stood the other side of me and was looking at her as well. Our eyes met.

He smiled at me and looked back at her arse, "That, is the finest arse in the company. If only I wasn't married and a few years younger!"

I just smiled knowingly at him.

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For dinner the seating plan had Sandra sitting on the same table as me, directly opposite. I later found out she'd been given the task of drawing up the seating plan. Part way through the meal I felt a stocking-clad foot rubbing my leg. I looked at Sandra. She was deep in conversation with one of the guys sat next to her, Pete from procurement. The other side of her was Sid from the warehouse, it had to be her. She glanced at me and smiled to let me know it was her foot.

This went on throughout the meal. I was as horny as fuck, both for her, and thinking of what this could lead to. The meal was very good, no expense had been spared.

As the meal came to an end Pete said, 'Sorry guys, I'm not staying for the dancing. I'll try and catch up with you all in town later.

'There's a local indie rock band, Runston Parva, playing at The Duchess of York. I've seen them before, they're fucking amazing. Mark my words, they'll make it big one day, despite that weird name.

'No way am I gonna miss them I'm gonna go there instead. I've got a ticket, but if anyone else is up for it, you'll be able to pay at the door. My mate works on the door. Even if it's fully booked you'll still get in, perhaps for nowt. Anyone else up for it?'

Sandra and I were both up for it. The three of us piled into the back seat of the taxi, Sandra in the middle. When we arrived Pete said to me, 'I'll get this. Wait at the door for me.'

He got out to pay the driver, making sure he got a receipt. Sandra followed me out. As she was getting out she leant into me and said, 'Can you remember when you said we should shag the arse off each other?'

I could, so I answered, 'Yes.'

'I would've let you.'

My heart leapt, 'Why didn't you follow me into the house then?'

'I was too nervous. If you'd opened the car door and taken my hand, I would have gone in with you. I've thought about it a lot, what we would have done if I had gone in with you.'

'I didn't want to upset you by doing that. I've also thought about it a lot. Would you still let me?'

'Oh yes, I would. I don't want Pete to notice anything between us though, he knows Tony. After we leave here we can do it.'

I couldn't believe it, her gorgeous bum was finally going to be mine.

The club was packed. Pete was right, the band was amazing. Not long after that gig they changed their name to just Parva, instead of Runston Parva, and then to Kaiser Chiefs. Need I say more?

It was a crush, I stood in the audience with my arm around Sandra. My hand could feel the side of a small but quite firm tit. Her hand kept brushing against my hard-on. I was very turned on. At the end of the set Pete pulled out his phone to try to find out where the others were.

I said, 'I'm going to call it a night mate. Thanks for suggesting doing this, they were bloody fantastic. What a buzz. I'll see you both on Monday.'

'Hang on.' said Sandra to me, 'I'm heading home as well, could I share your cab?'

'Yeah, sure.'

'Goodnight Pete,' said Sandra giving him a hug, 'I'm off too. I really, really enjoyed it, thanks for suggesting it and getting us in.'

Pete looked a bit glum that we were leaving, 'Yeah, well. OK yeah, see you both on Monday.' Then he was off in search of the others.

Sandra and I set off to find a taxi. I asked, 'What time do you have to be back?'

'Usually after a do like this I'm home around midnight. He'll always wait up to see what time I get back. I don't fucking care though. I'll go home when I feel like it. When I can't take any more of what felt like a big stiff cock.'

This wasn't romance. It was going to be pure sex, nothing more. On the way to the taxi rank we passed a dark alleyway. I dragged Sandra down it. Her back was to the wall and I kissed her. Normally the taste of tobacco puts me off. Not this time. I was so turned on, she was a great kisser. She was wearing trousers with a side button and zip. I unfastened them and went to put my hand in her knickers. I could feel lace material, but couldn't find the waistband to put my hand inside.

She giggled, 'Here, let me.'

She put her hand down the front of her trousers and fiddled with something, 'Now try, feel between my legs.'

I pushed my hand down the front of her trousers brushing over the lacy material. She'd unfastened a flap near the gusset, I could now feel her fleshy wet labia and moist slit. She had a springy tuft of pubic hair on her mound.

'I'm wearing a bodysuit.' she said, to answer my quizzical expression.

She squeezed my erection then deftly lowered my zip and was about to reach inside my trousers when a door opened opposite us. We were flooded with bright light. A girl gave a sharp intake of breath on seeing us. It was the back door of a restaurant, she was taking out rubbish.

'Sorry!' we both chorused as we made our way out of the alley, zipping up and laughing as we went. We took a taxi to my house. We behaved ourselves in the taxi. As soon as we were inside the house our clothes started coming off, in between frantic kisses.

When Sandra was down to her black lace bodysuit, I led her into the lounge. I was just wearing my tented out boxers as I closed the curtains and switched on a couple of lamps. Sandra had sat in the middle of the sofa. Her arms were outstretched, one shapely leg straight out in front and the other bent and open to the side. A real "fuck me now!" pose.

She looked fantastic, sheer lust had softened the usually worn look of her face. The gusset of her bodysuit was still unfastened, her labia and blonde pubes peeking out. I removed my shorts, my hardness released at last. She smiled appreciatively and held out her arms to me. I knelt on the floor in front of her, I had the intention of tasting her pussy. Before I could bend down, she reached down and took hold of my cock.

'Oh you're so thick. I'm going to love this, it's the girth that counts.' She started to stroke me, 'You're also long as well.'

I'm not that long, six-and-a-half inches on a good day. This was definitely a good day. I went to lift the bottom of her bodysuit. She let go of my cock then leant back into the sofa and lifted her bum. The bodysuit was now around her waist. I was greeted by her curly pubes and a long, pronounced clitoral sheath.

I was about to taste her when she held my head, 'Later, I just need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me.'

I did not need asking twice. She splayed her legs wide and with the fingers of one hand spread her pussy lips. The sight of her fingers with coral painted fingernails and one finger adorned with her wedding, engagement and eternity ring, was a real turn-on. They were opening her pussy for a man other than her husband. With her other hand she held my cock to her slit, wiping it up and down between her labia, coating me with her secretions.

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