Jackie sat at her desk, sorting through stacks of bills, seeing what needed to be paid, and what could be held off for a little while longer. Her bookkeeping job for this small company of three was reasonably boring and didn't keep her busy enough throughout the day.
Her mind wandered as she looked out the window at the treetops just below the 5th floor level of her office. If only she could be out there, soaring like the birds who flitted from tree to tree, never looking back. It wasn't that she had a bad life, it was just boring.
She and Mark had been married twenty five years, their two boys were almost out on their own, their youngest just having graduated high school and leaving for college in a few short weeks. The older son was already gone. Even though he attended the local university, he lived in an apartment with two of his friends.
That would leave just her and Mark alone together for the first time in twenty years. What were they going to do? Watch TV every night? She could knit a thousand sweaters, but she'd still be bored. It wasn't that Mark was the problem, but they had just fallen into a routine. Sex every 3rd or 4th night, but nothing exciting. They even did it in the same position every time, for heavens sake. She had quit giving him blow jobs years ago when they had a major blowup that lasted for months. Somehow, she had just never wanted to again. Likewise, he no longer went down on her, choosing to use his fingers to get her off. It worked, hell, anything would work at this point. But she knew she was missing out on some good times.
No one was in the office with her this afternoon, leaving her to her own devices. Work done, she had a few hours to kill before leaving. Sneaking a look around to make sure no one was really there, hiding in a corner somewhere, she turned back to her computer and typed in a few words in her search engine. A site came up with erotic pictures and stories. Feeling a flush of embarrassment, she glanced around quickly, reassuring herself once again that she was alone.
Scrolling through the pictures, she was in turn shocked and completely turned on by them.
"How could some of those women do that?" she thought. Or, "that's totally disgusting."
What really turned her on, though, were the pictures of women with cocks in their ass. She and Mark had tried it a few times years ago, but he never acted like he much cared for it and she was too embarrassed to let him know how much she liked it. Looking at these pictures now, she could feel the excitement build. After getting totally turned on, she then moved on to the stories.
What had her life come to? Getting her jollies from going to porn sites! She felt dirty, but it didn't stop her. Looking around yet again, she decided to make sure no one interrupted her and got up to lock the office door. After all, no one was coming in that she knew of, and if someone did need her, they would knock and she could just say she didn't like to be in the office alone.
Settling back down at her desk, she hiked up her skirt and felt how wet her panties were. Her nub was already swollen, and as soon as her hand began rubbing it, she felt waves of desire rush through her. Reading intently, living vicariously through the fictional characters, she let her fingers pinch and pull on her clit, rubbing it intently, then letting one of her fingers slide into her soaking wet pussy. Stroking in and out, adding another finger, she felt herself getting close.
She knew there was one thing that would quickly push her over the edge. Even though the door was locked, she still glanced around one more time before pulling her wet fingers out of her pussy and leaning as far forward as she could in her chair. Her hand snaked around her backside and she ran her wet fingers over her tight asshole. Her other hand worked on her clit, and as soon as she pushed a fingertip into her ass, she felt the beginning waves of her orgasm wash over her. Her entire body convulsed, squeezing her fingers in her ass, which she didn't allow to slip out until the last shudder faded away.
"Oh My God!" she thought. "I can't believe I just did that here in the office!"
Getting up quickly from her chair, she rushed down the hall to the restroom and tidied up in the stall, then washed her hands, not once, but twice. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a 45-year old woman with the afterglow of sex still on her face. She was still in good shape despite the years. Her brunette hair was straight and cut shoulder length, framing a pretty face that she hoped didn't show too many wrinkles. It was inevitable, though. Time was marching on. Her breasts weren't that large, a B cup, so sagging wasn't much of an issue. Mark had always told her a handful was more than enough anyway. Her ass was small and shapely, she still fit into her size 6 bottoms. All in all, she figured she wasn't an embarrassment to Mark. If only their sex life would liven up a little.
Heading back towards her office, she heard the phone ringing and ran the last few steps to catch it. Panting hard, she sat back down in her chair and saw that her computer monitor was at the same story she had been reading when she had her meltdown orgasm. Eyes widening and heart pounding, she checked to see that no one had come in.
"Hello?" she heard a man's voice from the phone, as she frantically looked all around.
"Oh, sorry! Hello, can I help you?" She quickly exited out of the website and turned her attention to the person on the other end of the line.
"Jackie?"
"Yes, can I help you?"
"It's Darryll. I needed to check on payment for some open invoices." Darryll was part-owner of the computer company that oversaw their network in the office.
"I know, I know. I've cut a check for all the unpaid ones through last month, will that work?" Times were slow for everyone, it was hard to pay bills, and even harder to collect.
"I suppose it will have to. You can bring it with you tomorrow."
"Pardon?" Jackie was confused. Where was she going to bring it? She had no reason to go by their office that she knew of, unless her boss had arranged something she didn't know about. Leave it to him to do something like that and then forget to tell her.
"Well, let me put it this way." Darryll smirked. "Were you aware that your boss had me install software on the computers in your office that tracks what websites you visit?"
"What?" Jackie shrieked. That little shit! How dare he? Wait until she ripped into him over that one. She knew he was the worst offender of all, he just wanted to see what she was doing, obviously. Which suddenly made her heart stop.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
"I can see in real-time exactly where you surf on the Internet, Jackie." His voice was way too smug for her liking.
"Shit."
"So here's what I can do. I can cover this up easily, and you can keep your job."
She knew it couldn't be that easy and waited for the axe to fall.
"Of course, you will owe me. A lot."
"Darryll, I don't have extra money."
He laughed, "That's hardly what I was talking about, Jackie." A cold shiver ran through her.
