After a particularly hard but successful day the Editor sat back and followed what was his usual routine of pouring himself a stiff drink and sitting back in his chair waiting for the rest of the staff to leave for home. He was already feeing horny as he had been thinking once again of those letters. Hovering outside was one of the young secretaries and catching his eye she gave a smile and walked in.
“Waiting for us all to go so you can get up to mischief?” she asked laughing.
“What do you mean?” he replied taken by surprise.
“Our last boss liked to stay behind too – to read those letters,” she said knowingly. “Did you think the rest of us didn’t know about them?”
She laughed again then sat on the edge of the desk. The boss found him-self admiring her shapely legs and noticed how tight her sweater was over her ample breasts.
“Not everyone knows of course – just a few of us,” she explained further.
“So have you had the chance to read them?” asked her boss.
She blushed, and then answered him. “A few of the senior male staff got to read a few and – well – lets just say I’m only one of two females that have seen them – the other one has left now.”
“So why you?” asked the boss.
The girl swung her leg and smiled at the young editor, “Because they knew I could keep a secret – and that I enjoyed reading them too.”
The boss was intrigued, “So did you stay behind in the evening with the editor and the “Big Chief” and you all sat reading the letters – with a drink?”
The secretary gave him a very seductive look and crossed her legs showing an expanse of thigh.
“Yes – they sometimes invited me to stay behind – and we would all enjoy them together – they were very interesting evenings.”
The editor wondered just how exciting and interesting the evenings got – every time he stayed behind he finished up masturbating – could it be that she obliged them? He laughed to himself thinking his imagination was getting the better of him. Without thinking of the consequences he made her an offer.
“Well I suppose you can read a few more if you want to stay behind one evening – but don’t tell the whole bloody office!” he said.
The girl smiled and raised her crossed leg higher than was needed before standing. The boss caught a glimpse of white panties between thighs.
“Thanks – I have an errand to run – but I can be back in less than an hour – if you’re staying that long.”
After running his eyes up and down her body and admiring her amazing arse he was tempted.
“OK – see you later,” he simply said.
As the girl left his cock rose to attention – and as his hand went to his dick he began to read the first letter of the evening.
Dear Sir,
This is a story about a wife willing to please her husband but with an unusual beginning. He never knew what caused the change in her but simply enjoyed the benefits!
In the public house that I mostly frequent in a small village in northern England there was a married couple who where known to be very prim and proper and reserved. They were a popular pair, in their early thirties and quite attractive. She was small and though she had a great figure and wore clothes just tight enough to show off her curves she didn’t exude sex – untouchable you might say. They would join in the fun but had strict limits – or so most people thought.
Like a typical pub every other week the regulars would visit neighbouring pubs for darts or pool tournaments – the other weeks would be a home match. Two or three nights a week the couple would sit and sip their drinks quietly and chat to others, all very respectable. Then, it came about that the husband was asked to join the darts team due to a shortage of players. This he did and when he was away with the team his wife would sit with a bunch of customers and await his return. Sometimes it would be quite late and if they had won more celebrations would take place.
Without each others constant company the couple both became a little more outgoing and relaxed in company. As I was neither a member of dart or pool teams I was able to observe the change in the wife by staying behind on away matches. Some of the local lads and men occasionally got out of hand and a few of the women were quite outrageous sometimes. A blind eye was often turned when someone was caught with another’s spouse or partner – it was “live and let live.”
On night things changed when a group of locals got a bit silly. One had a birthday and all had consumed more drink than normal. The young wife was in but her husband was away somewhere else. Jokes and pranks and fooling about ruled the evening and the wife cautiously joined in. When the ladies toilet was taken over by two girls who had dragged a couple of lads in the locals just laughed and left them to it. Without any fuss any women wanting to pee marched through to the men’s room and used a cubicle in there - in this part of the world it isn’t really a big deal.
Therefore when the shy wife wanted to use the loo and couldn’t gain access two men grabbed her and marched her into the gents. It was all good humoured and as the men pushed her into a cubicle and told her she didn’t need to wait and suffer she was shocked but didn’t make a fuss. Interested to see how she would react I went in myself and observed. She very sheepishly came out and kept her head down because several men were stood at the urinals peeing. One of the guys who had dragged her in stopped her leaving and told the others to see how embarrassed she was.
“First time you have seen something like this, eh? Go on lads – shake your cocks for her!”
She complained to let her go and struggled a bit but she couldn’t resist the urge to have a look. This was quickly noticed and she was pushed a little nearer to the urinals. To my surprise instead of getting upset she stopped struggling and though she was scared to look properly she kept making quick glances at the exposed penises.
Men came and went but some, enjoying the woman’s predicament, stayed and jeered things on. It wasn’t long before her glances became longer looks and she responded to comments.
“Come on guy’s show her a big one.” “See – she’s really enjoying herself now – she’s not embarrassed anymore.” Sure enough she had a slight smile on her face and a look of stunned amazement. Her eyes seemed to focus first on a man’s cock then his face then back to his cock. Some brave enough waved their weapons at her others just stood and peed in front of her.
“She likes this, doesn’t she?” exclaimed one man.
The man holding her had almost relaxed his grip but she made no effort to leave. When they finally tired of the game I swore I noticed a look of disappointment in her face.
The night wore on and some people became even more over the top. The manner of the wife had changed but she had taken no offence. Then, an hour later as she walked past the toilet door she was again grabbed and to the laughter of a group of men and lads she was walked into the gents.
“Come and enjoy yourself again and watch these men have a piss.”
I quickly followed to see her reaction. Now more drink had been consumed the odd one made a real exhibition of peeing in front of her and then pretending to masturbate. She watched wide eyed and didn’t protest once. Again the same man held her from behind with his arms around her waist. It was the expression on her face that caused the next move.
“God, she really does like watching men piss! Look at her face!”
Suddenly for the first time there was a sexual feeling about it. Others like me had been surprised that she didn’t scream blue murder and complain or get upset. She was still very embarrassed and shy but something had changed. The sexual overtones had made a couple of guys have an erection and one exhibitionist stood with a semi-hard on and peed from a distance into the trough. The young wife let her jaw drop and she looked really stirred up.
Now she seemed a willing participant the man holding her let his hands roam and soon was gently feeling her tits. I was more amazed that she allowed him to and didn’t even flinch. He began to kiss her neck and several of us said “Wow!” as she let her head fall back. She didn’t worry at all when his hands slipped down and underneath her sweater back up to her tits.
“Are you enjoying yourself tonight sweetheart?” said the man touching her.
She didn’t answer but when someone said “Let’s show her who has the biggest dick!” she quickly focused her attention on the display of weapons. I noticed that as a few men passed through to just have a pee she couldn’t help but watch and check out the size of their cocks.
Time brought things to a halt and as it was almost time for her husband to return everyone behaved themselves. That was it for a few weeks – she didn’t stop visiting the pub like some thought she would and no one made a fuss, her husband wasn’t any the wiser. Along came another birthday and guess what – her husband was away. It had to happen; several people had been waiting for the chance of a repeat performance. She had become sexually interesting to others and a few wondered how far she would go. When the night was in full swing the suggestion was made.
“Let’s give Lucy a treat again – who wants to have a piss?” “Hey, Lucy - Do you want to come and hold it while I pee?”
Lucy looked embarrassed but a minute later she was strolling past the door that lead out to the toilets so slowly it was as though she was waiting to be dragged in again. She came up the bar and asked for a drink then told a friend she would just make a visit to the ladies. Whether she spoke loud on purpose I don’t know but a group of lads followed her out and just as she was about to enter the ladies she was redirected into the gents. Having again gone to observe I was in time to see how easily she allowed them to lead her through the wrong door.
