I woke up late on the Sunday morning, my mind reeling from the events of the last couple of days. Sally had left me a note telling me she had gone out shopping. I brewed a coffee, sat back in my armchair and tried to sort things out in my head.
On Friday evening my wife had admitted to being kissed and groped at an office Christmas party a couple of years before. I suspected that things may have gone further than that, but she assured me they hadn't. She didn't realise that two of the men at the party, Jim and Steve, were now work colleagues of mine, and that I planned to find out from them exactly how far she had gone. What she did realise was that the idea of other men touching her triggered an instant response in my cock.
Last night we had been to a party, and she had behaved like such a slut that I didn't know what to think. She told me it was deliberate, because she knew it turned me on, but I began to wonder how she behaved when I wasn't around. I had watched her dance with a succession of men, all of whom she allowed to fondle her tits and her ass. I had heard her tell the story, in front of three other men, of how she had been groped by a gang of football supporters on a train. I knew that she had let herself be stripped naked by a man in her bed, and if I hadn't arrived on the scene, well, anything might have happened. Of course she had been very drunk, and by now she knew that that sort of behaviour aroused me, but still I wondered if she was keeping anything from me.
During the rest of the weekend Sally and I didn't talk at all about what had happened. We just got on with things as if nothing had changed, although deep down I'm sure we both knew they had. On Monday morning I walked in to the office and immediately searched for Steve. He would be able to tell me exactly how far she had gone at the office party. I had decided to broach the subject in a subtle way and not let Steve or Jim know that the girl they'd had such fun with one Christmas was actually my wife.
For the first hour I was there I shuffled through papers on my desk and made a few desultory calls that I knew would never make a sale. I couldn't really concentrate until I had heard the full story. By 10:30 am I had lost all patience and called in Mina, the secretary, into my office.
"Where's Steve?" I asked.
"He's off sick, I think. His wife called earlier."
"When's he get back?"
"I don't know. When he gets better, maybe?"
I ignored her sarcasm and thanked her. Mina had a very sexy body, but she wasn't the most welcoming of women. I can only assume that my predecessor hired her for her looks rather than her attitude. As I had only been appointed Head of Sales a couple of months ago and as this was my first managerial position I didn't want to be too bossy, but after Christmas I was going to start putting my foot down a little more.
I decided to ask Jim about what happened at Oakley's instead. He was more likely to embellish the truth than Steve, but by now I was desperate to know exactly what had gone on, and I couldn't wait for Steve to come back. I looked out from the window in my office onto the sales department. The previous Sales Manager had a two way mirror installed in my office. He said it was so that none of the salespeople would know whether or not he was checking to see if they were busy manning the phones, making sales. He said it was his way of keeping everybody on his toes. Personally I thought the whole idea was bad for morale, and I intended to exchange it for a normal window as soon as I could get approval from the Head Office.
As soon as I saw that Jim wasn't making a call I walked out of my office, idled over to his desk and listened politely while he talked to George about football. When they had finished I mentioned how I didn't get the chance to hear him finish his story on Friday.
"Oh yeah. Well we all took turns fucking them basically. Anyway, that's old news. Listen to what happened to me on Saturday night. I was at my club when these two gorgeous girls walked in and you won't believe it but…"
Jim then regaled us with a patently false story of how he'd got the shagging of his life from a pair of twins who'd been in Playboy magazine. I don't know why I bothered. I certainly couldn't trust him to tell the truth. I would just have to wait until Steve returned.
When I got home that night Sally cooked us a special meal. She didn't go in too much for cooking usually, as we both tended to get in quite late from work, and it was easier to heat up a ready made meal. Today though she had had to take the day off anyway to wait for a delivery, so she had the time to prepare something. During the meal she told me that she couldn't wait to try out the new mattress that had been delivered today, and she didn't mean trying it out for comfort.
After clearing away the dishes she led me upstairs to the bedroom, sat us both down on the new bed and began kissing me. She placed my hands on her beautiful, firm breasts and flicked her tongue in and out of my mouth. Her hand went to my crotch and squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly. To her surprise my cock didn't respond at all. She undid her bra from behind her back and shoved my hands underneath her T-shirt, kneading them against her bare boobs, brushing them against her hardening nipples. Normally, by now I would have an instant erection, but all my thoughts were still on finding out about that office party. Once again Sally began to rub her hand in my groin to no avail until she pulled back, a pout on her face.
I then caught a glimpse of a wicked grin as she sidled up to me once more, pressing her braless chest to my shoulder.
"Never mind, Tom," she whispered in my ear. "I should be satisfied anyway, after what I did today."
There was a nervous strain in my voice as I asked her what she meant.
She let her hand lay in my lap as she continued to whisper in my ear.
"After you left for work I was feeling really horny, so I came downstairs, and put on that video we made, you know the one, where we had sex in that hotel in Barcelona. I pulled down my panties, lifted up my night dress and masturbated, thinking about you fucking me."
Her hand began gently rubbing against my cock, without causing it to stir. I had to admit to myself I was disappointed that she was only going to tell me about how she satisfied herself with her fingers.
"That video always turns me on, and within a few minutes I was ready to come, when the front door bell rang. I thought it must have been you and that you'd forgotten your keys, so I left the video on and went to the door. I thought maybe you'd have time for a quickie, and I was so horny I didn't think straight, so I pulled the door wide open, even though I was only wearing that nightdress."
"Was it your black one?" I asked. Sally has a short black nightgown, which her sister bought for her to spice up our love life, she said. It was so sheer as to be almost completely see-through and it barely covered her ass cheeks. She always slept naked and hardly ever wore this, at least not when I was around.
"Yes, it was. I almost screamed when I saw it wasn't you. It was some young guy in overalls and he was just staring at me, looking me up and down, not saying a word. My sister told me that nightdress would always get that kind of reaction from men, and she was right. Anyway, I quickly hid behind the door and asked him what he wanted."
"It was the delivery from SlumberLand, I suppose," I interjected.
"Yeah. I thought you told me they were coming in the afternoon."
"No, I said the morning."
"Well, anyway. He said he wanted to take the old mattress away first and asked where it was. I asked him to follow me upstairs but he asked me to wait a minute, as his mate in the van would need to help carry it down. The other man was quite a bit older, about forty, I think, but when he saw me his reaction was even stronger than the boy's. His mouth just dropped and his eyes almost popped out. I thought for a minute he was going to grab my tits and squeeze them. You don't mind me telling you this, do you?"
She already knew the answer to this, as she could no doubt feel the rapid hardening of my cock against my trousers, so I said nothing and let her carry on, while I brushed my hand up and down the inside of her leg. I figured it was just a story to turn me on, but I was sure it would excite me, even if it were just a fantasy.
