"Just what is going on at your place, that's three nights this week you've had to work late, for Christ's sake, tell that boss of yours you've got a home life too."
"I'm sorry Hon, it's just that we're short of staff and there's loads of deadlines to meet. Look, there's a TV dinner in fridge, so don't wait up huh." She hung up.
This was getting too much, two to three times a week she would have to work late, coming home sometimes at 2am. I'd hear her get undressed and shower before falling into bed exhausted. It was playing havoc with our sex life and if I was lucky I got it once a week. Then there were all the phone calls, it seemed that even on the weekends they wouldn't leave her alone. The only reason I'd let it go on so long was the fact that she earned at least three times my salary and we really needed the money, but I decided that enough was enough, if she wouldn't tell him I would.
By the time I arrived at the office it was 7:30pm. It was one of those multi storey buildings with her offices on the 17th floor. Security knew me and with a cheery wave let me. I left the elevator and headed for my wife's office. "Sorry man, you've just missed them, they left about an hour ago." It was the cleaner, a large cheerful black guy. I took a flyer. "Are they coming back? It's just that Mr Briggs asked me to meet him here, I'm one of his customers."
"Don't know but seeing as he knows you, you can wait in Mr Briggs office if you like, I'll shout you when I'm about ready to lock up." He let me in to the plush office. A large desk filled the room with two leather sofa's against one wall, TV, hi-fi and video to the left and a mirror wall concealing a bar at the far end. I'd been here before when helping my wife and her boss celebrate a big contract so knew where everything was. I decided the least they could do while I waited was provide the drink so I pressed the catch and with a quite hiss the mirror door opened out.
I helped myself to a large brandy and was just about to close the door when I realised you could see through it, it was a two-way mirror. I examined the bar a little more closely. Behind the other door was a video camera pointing into the room. Why would you have a secret camera I thought? Searching the bar area revealed a hidden drawer, it was one of those push the front and it springs open. Inside were a number of videotapes, each one labelled with the name of a client or specific meeting. Out of curiosity, I took one of the tapes and placed it in the player.
It started with a view of the room. There were two foreign looking men, Arabs or Iranian's, Briggs and my young wife, Helen. The two men occupied one of the sofas while Helen sat near the desk. Briggs, a middle aged short fat guy with a balding head was handing out drinks and congratulating them on signing the deal. "Well, gentlemen, and lady, lets drink to a long and successful relationship." They downed the drink and Briggs quickly refilled the glasses. This time he stood behind my wife and started to run his hands across her shoulders and down inside her blouse towards her tits.
Helen is a real sexy woman, just turned 28, naturally blond with brown eyes, tall with a beautiful figure, full ripe tits and shapely legs. She was dressed in a two-piece grey business suit with black stockings and high heels completing the picture. As Briggs reached in and fondled her tits she merely sat there sipping her drink. "Gentlemen, I promised you something special, so, what say we have some fun." This seemed to be Helen's queue. Rising to her feet she sexily sauntered over and stood in front of the two men. Briggs hit the play button on the audio and as gentle music filled the room I watched in horror as my wife did a slow tantalising strip tease. The three men sat in silence as one by one her clothes were removed until all that remained were her panties, suspender belt, stockings and shoes. She stood there cupping her tits, thrusting them out towards the three men while teasing the nipples.
One of the men reached out and with her obvious consent lowered her panties down her long slender legs. "Didn't I tell you what a fine slut my secretary was?" Briggs said, drooling at the sight of my wife's shaven cunt just inches from his face. "And tonight, she's all yours, you can do anything you like to her only don't mark her OK, we don't want her old man finding out and spoiling the fun."
The man that had removed her knickers was busy fingering her cunt while his partner played with her tits. Briggs just sat and watched, rubbing the bulge through his trousers. Helen was forced to spread her legs as the guy roughly shoved three fingers up her. There was a kind off blank expression on her face as she let them feel her up. Not content with three fingers up her cunt, as his partner undressed, he now tried to force another two fingers up her arse. Helen grimaced as they went in but stood still and said nothing. With his fingers still firmly imbedded in both openings, she was forced into a kneeling position. "Oh yeah, she likes that," said Briggs as the other guy stuffed his large prick into her mouth. "Taught the fucking bitch to deep throat myself," said Briggs, now openly wanking his cock.
