Work

My company had put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my course, very nice of them I thought. My course was just around the corner, twenty of us were introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my colleagues were just not my type’s life seemed to revolve around their job, I enjoyed my work, but I had other interests. At the end of the first week I missed Peter my husband, I also missed sex that was very sexy, something I couldn’t do without. Saturday I did some shopping and did sightseeing, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the crew of the course. That night I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, cut low, short, and it clung to me like another skin. I have no problem with stockings my brown looked good enough on his own, just some nice high heels court shoes to finish the look. I ate at the hotel restaurant before I moved to the cocktail bar, it must have been popular if it was quite busy. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a Daiquiri, looking around the room I noticed one or two attractive boys who were very attractive to me. There were also one or two other women, clearly well dressed with their husband or boyfriend, I turned out to be the only one on their own. I’m thinking of drinking my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories about people, married people and others, and found sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a California beach and was very picturesque. In the living room lived 3 sex workers. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with a woman I thought might be interested in. Our group consisted of women with different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single made me feel I had nothing to lose.

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

Actually, she wasn’t my wife then, just my horny fiancée. I went to work where she closed. Everyone had left for the four-day vacation, and left her alone to clean up and lock up. I helped her with her duties, to hasten our deal.

I was sitting on a stool next to the high table when my wife had to finish some paperwork. Half the lights were out, making the room feel almost romantic. As romantic as a shipping area can be.

In the early eighties I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time all office workers had their own office (ah, the days before cabins were discovered). The accounting, where I worked, was in an extra wing at the back. Because of the sensitive nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

During lunch, my three colleagues always left, to go home or to dinner. I usually ate a sandwich at my desk on the other side. It wasn’t long before I realized I had a lot of privacy at this time. One day I was super horny, my pussy desperate relief. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to do something. Except I locked my office door. Sitting behind my desk… I pulled up my skirt and slipped my panties aside. Nervous, my fingers dipped in my pussy, soon I gave myself a nice seed. I licked my fingers clean and went back to work.

My name is Jackie, I am blond-haired with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). This is a true record of my first affair, I was 39 years old then.

I worked in an office like Sales Manager when a new director came to work for the same company. My work was about traveling to meet clients in their office, and sometimes my director also came to the meetings.

John, that was beautiful. How’s your day going? Still a bad day?" I giggle.

“I’m having a beautiful day,” you mumble gently, a soft breathing colors your voice.

“Wait till you see what night you’re going to have!” I’m giggling.

“UH oh,” you smile in response.

“Oh dear!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought work I have to read by tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’ll start with the work. You can relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, honey, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make it up to you later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you see the naughty brilliance in my eyes. “The nite is not over,” you think to yourself.

Have you ever wondered what your wife does when she’s at work? Will she come home later than expected, and hurry upstairs to wash and change before you have the chance to exchange a few words? Is she avoiding intimacy as an excuse for having a rough day at the office? Is she wearing inappropriate underwear for work? If this all sounds familiar, you got to keep reading.

I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the busy service department of an electrical retail company. There were about ten men operating all kinds of household appliances. We had a few girls working at the helpdesk and customer reception down the stairs, but our floor was almost a male dominated environment, so you can imagine the fun among the boys when our service manager employed a really young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but saw her breasts wiggling as they struggled with the electric floor polisher every morning became quite a distraction. At 11:30 she made tea and coffee and brought it to every desk on a tray. The boys could always hurt her, tickle her when she had the tray and was generally messing around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave back as good as she got.