"Do your kids need a sitter?" I asked Helen after we'd dismissed Maryann back to her office.
"Kids?... Sitter?" she responded, confused at my query.
"How old are they? Can they stay home alone, or do you need to arrange for babysitting?"
"No, my daughter is 17 and my son is 15 -- I think they're perfectly fine for a few hours without supervision."
"Good. Order them a pizza tonight and tell them you've got a late business meeting and dinner and that you won't be home until late. I'll come back by here at 5:30 and get you, and we'll go to dinner."
OK... but that won't take that long will it? We won't be that late..."
"True, not if we just go to dinner. But I think you want to go to my place and fuck as much as I do, and that's going to take several hours more." I smiled and turned, giving her no chance to answer.
~
Helen sighed and rolled off me. It was our second fuck, the first had been on the living room couch where we'd attacked each other after we'd come in the door. I hadn't been wrong in assuming that she wasn't averse to a man taking charge, although nowhere near the submissive that Maryann was. I rightly assumed that with her being in a position of authority, she occasionally liked to relinquish that authority and let someone else be in charge of her. Dinner, a glass of wine, and when I started toward my place, she said she needed her car as she couldn't spend the night. I told her I'd take her to her car later.
Partially recovered, we'd adjourned to the shower where slippery soap and water had aroused us both again. She'd wanted to be on top, riding me cowgirl the second time. I hadn't been quite ready to do it again but when she crawled up between my legs and showed me her oral skills, I'd responded quite readily.
"You're certainly a take charge kind of guy, aren't you?" she said, rolling into my shoulder as I lifted my arm to let her snuggle.
"Sometimes I can be. Did you not want me to be?"
"I didn't say that." Her hand reached down and gripped my cock, squeezing and stroking a bit. I barely responded, much too soon after our second time. "Will you be able to do it again?"
"Not very soon," I said, reaching over and tweaking her nipple, "But my tongue always works."
"Are you as good as Maryann was?"
"I don't know, you'll have to rate that. Was she good?"
"I came."
"Which was better? Her going down on you, or you going down on her?"
"I'm not sure. They were different."
"And you've never done that before?"
"Huh-uh."
"Which do you like better, eating pussy or sucking cock?"
"I used to love to suck cock," she answered, slowly rocking her pelvis up and down on me. "I haven't sucked a cock since, well, before my husband left."
"And that's the first time you've ever sucked a cock and eaten a pussy in the same day?"
"First time I've
ever
eaten a pussy at all. First time I've ever had sex with two people in one day before, either."
"You did seem to enjoy it. I'm sure it won't be your last."
I could feel her nipple growing as my fingers rolled it around. "You like your nipples played with?"
"Umm, yeah," she groaned, her eyes closing and body shivering. "I haven't had sex in over four years."
"Since your husband left?"
"Even before."
~
Helen hadn't been on my radar until her computer triggered that warning for me. I'd seen her in staff meetings, of which I'd admired her physique from afar, but we never had any personal interaction. I'd seen her around the office multiple times, although all we'd had was a first-name "hello" relationship. With her the head of HR, many only saw her when someone was in real trouble. When the head of HR showed up in an office -- it seemed like someone was about to get fired.
I had already been dealing with Maryann, making her go without panties and report to me and show me she was without panties every morning when Helen's indiscretions came to light. I hadn't planned on telling Miller, or HR, about Maryann -- but when I witnessed Helen's woman-on-woman and man-on-woman porn searches, I recognized her sexual hunger for what it was. And, with taking a dominant role and the need to "punish" Maryann, a possible solution seemed to appear. When I walked into Helen's office that morning without an appointment and told her I needed to close the door, I think she knew. Why was the head of IT coming to the head of HR and telling
her
they needed to talk in private when normally it was the head of HR that went to others that way?
It only took a little explanation to convince her to go along. I told all about how I'd discovered Maryann's emails had been unlocked and left that way, how I'd been investigating and discovered her desire to be submissive. Helen immediately said I should take this to Miller, but when I asked if Maryann had been a good employee, she admitted she'd had exemplary performance reviews for several years, and was otherwise a good employee. I then told her that I'd addressed the usage of company computers for unallowed purposes with her and that we had reached an arrangement. When she asked what that was, I sloughed it off momentarily and said that we had another employee, that had been doing much worse -- querying and looking at porn after hours, and that if I took Maryann's indiscretions to Miller I should probably also take this other persons indiscretions.
Helen immediately shut up and just looked at me. I saw the emotions play across her face, even though she made an outstanding effort to not show them. When she asked if I knew exactly who this person was, I said, "It shouldn't take too much effort, but I haven't chased this one out yet... Helen." Whether I was just saying her name as part of the discussion, or whether I was telling her who it was, was a bit ambiguous, but she knew.
"And what do you propose to do about this... indiscretion?" She'd asked.
I'd never really had much interaction with Helen to that point in time. She had always dressed immaculately and quite professionally. Whether in a pantsuit or dress or a skirt and blouse, she was always professionally dressed and came across that way. While she often had quite feminine blouses, she'd never had any that were overtly sexy. Although moderately busty, she wasn't big-titted by any means. Shirts or blouses that exposed her upper chest always stopped short of exposing cleavage -- in short, she was a professional and well-manicured manager.
That there was a hungrily sexy woman under those clothes, I would never have had a clue -- until now.
"I guess we all have our secret desires, don't we?" I started. "It's just that sometimes something out of our control exposes those desires. Take Maryann for instance. She had a marriage that's all over because of a husband that has treated her as a china doll -- while in reality what she wanted was to be treated like a whore. It seems strange to me, but hey -- we all have our desires. And then this... other person... who has been querying online about female-on-female... videos, as well as male-on-female videos, seems to either be bi-sexual or perhaps just bi-curious." I paused, letting Helen stew in her thoughts for a moment.
"I'm really not very conservative when it comes to people's sexual preferences, it's just that they're not supposed to be investigating them on the company computers. For instance, I know that Jean in shipping was checking her Tinder account on the company computer and all it took there was to go down and mention to the entire staff that someone had been using their shipping computer for arranging dates and it needed to stop. I didn't tell them that I knew it only happened after Jean had logged on, but it stopped." Helen's head bobbed in understanding. "There wasn't a need to accuse anyone specific of anything."
"And what about this... situation?"
"This has been going on for a few weeks. I didn't know it, I don't normally follow up on what individuals are doing, but, whoever it was, accessed a Chinese-based website, and immediately we started getting pings, so somebody in China was looking to infiltrate our network. Quite dangerous, it could have led to some real problems. Luckily, we've got a pretty secure system and we averted a problem now, but then I started looking back and realized that the queries from that computer had been going on for a while."
