Chapter 1: The Office Party
It was not until three years after our marriage that I thought about the possibility that my wife might be unfaithful. I have always trusted her, not because I thought she would never fool around. I believe that nearly all men and women will stray at some point. I am not the jealous type. For me trust is about knowing that the other person in your life really loves you, and I've always known how Sally feels about me.
It was only after an incident at work last December that I began to consider my wife in a new way. I work in a Sales office with about six other guys and one Friday afternoon we began talking about the upcoming Christmas office party. One of the new guys, Jim, began asking about the two sales coordinators in the office, both young women who were barely out of school.
"Do you think they'll be up for a laugh at the office party, then?" he asked the group of us.
"Yeah," I replied. "I think they're all right. Seem okay to talk to."
"I'm not interested in what they've got to say. I want to know if they'll get their tits out and stuff."
There's always been a lot of crude banter in our office, and Jim was the crudest.
"I can't see that happening," said Tony sadly. He was the oldest of us at forty-five, and being divorced, the only time he got to see a woman naked these days was at pubs which featured strippers at lunchtime.
"Well, you never know," said Jim. "Hey, Steve. Do you remember when we were at Oakley's a couple of years ago?"
"I was waiting for you to mention that", he replied.
I knew that Steve and Jim had worked together before, but I didn't know it was at Oakleys. This was a telesales company in East London where my wife had once done some temping work. It was actually while she was there that she convinced me to go into telesales myself and quit the boring civil service job I had up to then.
"Ha ha," Jim laughed. "Well, Steve, are you going to tell them what happened or shall I?"
"Go ahead," said Steve. He was one of the few in the office who didn't boast about their sexual escapades, especially since he had got married recently.
"Okay. So we were at the Christmas party, right. We hadn't hired a hall or anything. Just did it in the office. Everyone started drinking at about midday and by five we were all pretty wasted. Then one of the girls, which one was it?" he asked Steve.
"I don't know, Sally or Jane."
"Probably Sally. She was this right sexy blonde. Legs up to her ass. Only there for a short while. Anyway, she said 'let's liven things up a bit with a competition.' So she and the other girls went into the boss' office and photocopied their tits and asses and we had to guess whose was whose."
As Jim carried on talking, I was trying to think rapidly, while continuing to listen to the story. Could it be my Sally he was talking about? It sounded like her from his description. She moved around to a lot of different offices while she was temping and I wasn't sure of the dates she was at Oakleys, but it had to be her, really.
Jim's story was that just one guy, Oliver, matched the photocopies to the girls correctly, and for his prize, he got to kiss all three of them under the mistletoe. Then Jim said to them, that they only had their word for it that Oliver was the only one who got it right, and that they should prove it. In the end two of the three girls stripped off and let the guys examine the evidence. I was about to ask him which of the girls didn't do it, when our manager came in the office and began shouting at us to get off our asses and make some sales.
For the rest of the afternoon, all I could think about was my wife stripping naked in front of other men. I didn't know if she actually did it, or whether she was even working there at the time, but I knew that I was going to find out, one way or another. I wasn't sure if Jim's stories could be trusted but I thought that Steve would probably tell me the truth, so I decided to ask him before the day was out. Unfortunately, he left the office early to meet a client so I didn't get the chance.
Now I would have to wait until Monday before I could speak to Steve, unless I could get my wife to tell me herself. I called Sally at home and asked her to meet me for dinner near where I work. I made sure Sally had a lot of wine to drink during the meal. I knew this would be the best way to loosen her tongue, if I was to force a confession out of her. I had a definite plan in mind, and throughout the evening I did my best to relax her and make her feel good. When we got back home we began to kiss and caress each other on the sofa, as we normally do as a preliminary to making love in the bedroom. I soon had her down to just her bra and panties while I just wore my boxer shorts.
As we kissed, I made up a story that I pretended to hear that day about one of the girls at work, telling us what she got up to at her office party last year. I told Sally that this girl usually ended up with her bra and knickers off, and that she said most secretaries did the same at office parties in her experience. I then asked my wife if she thought this sort of thing happened a lot.
"Oh sure," she said. "It's just a laugh, isn't it? And nobody thinks any less of the girl when she comes back after Christmas. It's just one of those things that happen."
"Have you ever done it, then?" I asked, smiling to encourage her.
"Well. Just once."
"What happened?"
"Oh, nothing really."
I had a feeling that Sally was just being coy. I suspected that she might actually like to tell me what happened. As I kissed her neck, my hand felt between her legs and reached her panties, which were getting damper and damper.
"Go on. Tell me. The thought of you being a bit saucy with other guys really turns me on," I said pressing my hard on against her thigh as we lay on the sofa.
"It won't bother you, hearing about it?"
