Sally's Cheating Ways

I opened the front door again and watched as the cocky bastard walked out and drove his car away. I then rushed up the stairs and into our bedroom to find Sally fast asleep under the covers. I shook her, gently at first, then more forcefully, as I tried to get her to open her eyes. She just moaned and turned over, pulling the sheet from her body and exposing her completely naked body. I looked at her beautiful bare ass as she turned away from me and was instantly aroused. I knew she wouldn’t be awake any time soon, so I took out my cock and masturbated as I thought of what my filthy wife had been doing all night while dancing with those men, and what she would have done just now if I hadn’t stopped them. Just as I pumped all my come over her sexy naked ass, I made a decision. If something like this happened again, I would let her go through with it, and I would watch.

The next morning, Sally had a bad hangover and asked where I had been when Glen took her home. I told her I had just been out driving and that I saw Glen when I came back.

“Yeah. He was really sweet. I was so drunk. He tried to lift me up once and I just fell straight to the floor on my knees. It was embarrassing.”

“So he put you in bed, then?”

“Yeah. It must have been just before you got in.”

“Obviously. So he took off your dress?”

“Well, of course. It would have been ruined if I slept in it.”

“Yes. You told us last night how you were scared of the thought of that dress being spoilt.”

Sally giggled. “Oh, so you liked that story,” she said, reaching for my cock. “I thought it would turn you on.”

“Me and the other three guys in the room.”

“I never thought you were the jealous type.”

“So after Glen took off your dress, he thought he’d better take off your underwear too. Would that get ruined if you slept in it too?”

“Tom. Look, nothing happened, okay. I was asleep by then. He probably just thought he was entitled to a look at my body as a reward for giving me a lift home. He never tried to fuck me.”

“Only because I arrived just in time.”

“Well, we’ll never know, now, I guess.”

I couldn’t believe how nonchalant she was about the whole thing. I decided to tell her what I’d seen at the party.

“Oh, Tom. I was drunk. I only let them touch me like that because I wanted to tell you about it afterwards. I know you enjoyed what I told you before. Your cock was harder than it’s ever been. You fucked me so well that night. I loved it. I only let those guys play around with me for you. You know I’d never let another man go all the way with me.”

Of course I knew no such thing. I guess that everything she said was just about plausible, and it was true that I was really turned on by the thought of other men looking at her body and touching her, but whether she had remained faithful sex-wise, I really didn’t know for sure. I now knew that my wife loved to play the slut, she loved men to look at her, lust after her, touch her, even kiss her. What I didn’t know was whether she would let another man actually fuck her, and I was determined to find out.

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 Ray 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 Ray 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 their 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 Ray 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…”

Ray 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.

“It really turned me on the way they were looking at me so hungrily, and I was feeling really naughty, so as I walked up the stairs I kept swaying my hips to show off my ass more. When I got near the top I turned around and saw them both just behind me, leaning forward slightly, trying to look up my dress.”

“They must have been able to see everything,” I gasped, my cock now painfully hard. “Did they see your pussy?”

“I don’t know. But they probably did a minute later. I took them in here and leaned over the bed to take the covers off. As soon as I bent over I could feel that the dress had risen up almost to my hips, and I knew they would be able to see my ass. My legs were spread a little and I think they could see my pussy too.”

My hand moved up her thigh until it reached her panties, which were all wet. I rubbed against her, feeling her dampness, smelling the musky scent of her arousal.

“I suddenly felt something on my bottom. It was someone’s hand. At first I thought it was accidental, but he didn’t move. I didn’t say anything. I just carried on pulling away the sheets, while his hand stayed there. I didn’t even know which one of them it was, I just waited there, bent over, hoping he would put his fingers in my cunt.”

“Like this?” I asked, easing a finger inside her panties until I found her pussy hole and then plunged my finger inside. She let out a little moan, undid my trousers and released my erection. She made a fist around my cock and began moving it up and down.

“Yes. Mmm…. Just like that…. I wanted him to put his fingers inside me, inside my dripping wet pussy.”

“Did they push you on the bed and fuck you. Like this?”

I grabbed her and turned her so her elbows rested against the mattress, then I raised her ass and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a thong so I didn’t bother taking it off. I simply pulled the thin, damp material to one side and stuck my cock deep inside her from behind.

“Unnh. Ohhh…. Yes…. Do it to me….”

I began thrusting into her faster and harder. She moaned loudly. She always loves being taken from behind.

“So which one fucked you first, then?”

“Mmm. Oooh…. I love it when you fuck me… No. No, when I had taken off the sheets they went.”

“You were leaning over a bed, your cunt itching to be fucked and he just touched your ass for a second and went downstairs?”

“I wanted them to do it, I wanted them to fuck me, both of them, but the man apologised for touching me. He said he was just trying to steady me while I was bent over pulling off the sheets and after a while they just picked up the mattress and took it down stairs.”

“Is that all that happened?” I asked, my previous excitement dying down a little.

“No. I leaned over the landing, watching them take the old mattress down. They had stopped half way downstairs. They were looking into our front room. They could see the video I was watching earlier, the one of you and me fucking in that hotel room. I went back into the bedroom so they wouldn’t know I’d seen them…. They must have recognised me in the film. They must have thought I was a real slut…. I started pacing around the bedroom…. They came back up with the new mattress and put it on the bed, all the time looking at me. I was sure they were picturing me naked, like in the video, naked on all fours with you fucking me.”

“What did they do?”

“Nothing…. at first. I sat down on the mattress and bounced up and down, testing it.”

“I bet your tits were jiggling about, weren’t they?” I asked, reaching my hands around to squeeze her nipples.

“Oh God. Yes. My tits were moving up and down as I bounced on the bed. My nipples were all hard as they rubbed against my nightdress…. I said how I always liked to test a bed thoroughly when I got a new one, and it was a shame my husband wasn’t home so I could check it properly.”

It was at this moment that I noticed from the corner of my eye the nightdress she said she had worn. It was lying in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Usually she keeps it in her dresser drawer. So she must have worn it today. Oh my God, I thought. It’s true then. I could picture it all in my mind. I’ve seen Sally in that nightdress, and there’s no man alive who wouldn’t jump on her if they saw her on a bed wearing that.

“So they helped you test it, didn’t they? They jumped on you and fucked you, the pair of them.”

My thrusts were now longer, deeper and faster, as I pictured my wife being fucked by two men on this very bed. I was sure it was true this time. Sure it had actually happened.

“Oh, oh, your cock feels so good…. Don’t stop.”

“Tell me. Tell me how they fucked you right here.”

“The older one asked me to show him my tits….oooh….he said I had the best jugs he’d ever seen….so I pulled down my nightdress, down to my waist….and I showed him….sitting here on the bed….oooh yes, faster, baby….fuck me….I was topless and one of them sat beside me…he reached out and touched my nipple….then he ….mmmm….he started to suck my tits…then he turned me around….I was face down on the bed….he started to run his hands up and down my thighs…mmmm….he raised the nightdress up over my ass, it was bunched up around my waist….oooh….he leaned over me…his cock was prodding my ass…he was…he pushed it…oooohh… ”

Sally broke off to kiss me, her body shaking ever so slightly as she clung on to me, drawing me in tighter, as her pussy walls contracted, pulling me in, forcing me to come inside her as she convulsed in ecstasy. We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, and then I lit up cigarettes for us both. As we lay smoking I looked up at her.

“What happened then?”

“Oh Tom,” she sighed. “Why do you keep asking these things? You don’t really think all that happened do you? Do you really think I’d let two men in the house if I was wearing that nightdress?”

I reached over and picked it up off the floor.

“Well,” I said, holding it up. “You obviously wore it today.”

“Okay, yes. I was wearing it this morning. When I answered the door and saw it was the delivery people I asked them to wait while I put some clothes on. Then I went upstairs and took it off, and put on something else. Satisfied? You know I only say these things to turn you on. It worked tonight didn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but…”

“But what?”

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Look, stop worrying. You know I love you. Go to sleep.”

I watched as Sally turned away from me, her ass sticking out invitingly. I felt my cock stir again but tried to avoid thinking about it. I wanted to sleep, to forget about all thoughts of my wife being unfaithful. It took me a few hours, but eventually I managed it.

The following day at the office was the same story as before. Steve didn’t show up, and on Wednesday I heard from Mina that he wouldn’t be in until the following week, as he had viral influenza. When I heard this I almost felt sick myself, but managed to get through the rest of the day, helped by a few drinks at lunchtime.

Every night all I could think about was my wife fucking other men, and how much I’d love to watch it happen. When we made love, I imagined that it wasn’t me fucking her, but a bunch of guys in an office, a group of party-goers, a couple of delivery men or a gang of football supporters on a train. Sally knew I was fantasising about these things, and was probably glad of it, especially as I was now in a permanent state of horniness. Unfortunately, when I tried to question her about things, she wouldn’t give me any details. In the throes of passion she might call herself “a dirty little slut” and tell me how she loved having all sorts of men feel her up, grope her tits and screw her, but afterwards she would just say it was all dirty talk to excite me. Maybe it was, but I needed to know for sure.

On the following Monday morning I tried as best I could to concentrate on my work. I was very glad that the office was going to close on Friday for the Christmas holidays. I would have ten days off in which to get my head together. When I noticed Steve walk past my door, I called him in and asked him if he was feeling better.

“Oh yeah. Right as rain. Listen. Have you got any good leads? I could do with the commission money what with Christmas coming and missing the whole of last week. What do you say?”

“Uhm, I’ll check it out for you. Steve, I was wondering. You remember what you were saying about the Christmas party before…”

“Oh Christ,” he interrupted. “I’d forgotten about that. I meant to speak to you about it before. Look, my brother-in-law can get us a really good deal on beer, whiskey, you name it. How do you feel about us going in 50-50 on it?”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The party, on Friday? All the booze is coming out of petty cash, isn’t it? So, I’ll get the stuff cheap and we’ll make a few quid. Come on mate. I could really do with the money.”

“Oh right. Sure, sure. That’s fine,” I said. I couldn’t have cared less about it in fact. “What I meant was…”

“Just as well we’re off for ten days after the party. Ray’s already taking bets on who’s going to collapse first. Anyway, got to go. I’m going to break my sales record this week if it kills me. Can you get back to me later with those leads?”

Seconds later he was at his desk and making a call. I spent the next few days trying to get him in conversation, but he was always too busy, and I could hardly call him into my office to discuss his exploits at a previous company. I decided that the best way to handle it was to wait until the party and ask him then.

When I arrived home that night I mentioned something about how I might be late on Friday as we were having the office party.

“Fair enough. I might be late myself. There’s a small do at my place, though I think it’s just going to be a few hours spent in the pub really. The management are really tight-fisted there.”

Strangely I hadn’t considered that Sally might be going to another office Christmas party this year. She had only been temping at her new place for a couple of weeks and Friday was to be her last day.

“I thought you didn’t like the people there?” I asked.

“No, they’re pretty boring actually. Still, you won’t be home so I may as well go. Wait a minute,” she said, looking intently at me. “Are you worried I might get a bit raunchy at the party?”

“Well, it has been known,” I replied, to which she brushed her hand up and down the inside of my thigh, edging ever closer to the bulge which had appeared at my groin.

“Mmmm, maybe that’s not a bad idea. It is my last day there after all. Perhaps I’ll have an interesting story to tell you afterwards. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she asked, needing no reply when her hand moved on to my cock and felt how hard it was.

“Some of the guys aren’t bad looking actually,” she continued. “And I’m pretty sure one of them fancies me. He keeps on brushing his hands against my ass when he passes me in the corridor, and I often catch him leaning over me at my desk, trying to get a look at my tits.”

She unzipped me and pulled out my erect cock. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to undo her bra.

“Oooh,” she moaned, squeezing her naked breasts together. “Maybe I should let him get a better look on Friday….mmmm….maybe I should let him feel them up….you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Within seconds I had lifted up her skirt, roughly pulled down her panties and plunged my cock deep inside her. We spent the rest of the night fucking each other as she dreamt up things she might do at the party. Things that involved her being naked in front of other men, touched by other men, maybe even fucked by other men.

Over the next few days we continued to fantasise about these things but I don’t think I really thought anything was going to happen. She hardly knew them after all, and had already told me how boring they were.

When I woke up on the Friday morning, Sally was already up, and was just coming back into the bedroom after taking a shower. When she came in and saw that I was awake she grinned at me and dropped her towel, revealing her in all her naked glory. “Come back to bed,” I implored her.

“Oh no. I’ve just had a shower. I can’t go to work all smelling of sex, can I?” she asked, as she bent over her dressing table, showing me her beautiful naked ass.

“Of course I might end up smelling of it when I come home,” she added, turning her head slightly towards me as she pulled some underwear from her drawer.

I laughed, sure that it was all a tease, but as she started to dress, I began to wonder. First she slipped on her tiny white thong, then a matching bra with half cups. She sat down on the bed next to me, lifted her legs one by one and encased them in sheer black stockings, held up with a black garter on each thigh. She then put on her blouse, which was so low cut that her cleavage was visible from almost any angle. Finishing the ensemble she wore a very short, tight skirt, which barely covered the tops of her stockings. Then, to top it all, she put on her highest heels, the ones that gave her curves that extra voluptuousness.

“So what do you think?” she asked, standing there, swaying her hips at me.

I was completely speechless. Now I was convinced she hadn’t been teasing after all. She really did want to do all the things we had talked about over the last few days. It wasn’t just fantasy role-playing. It was practice. Normally she always wore a pretty conservative business suit to work. In fact, during the winter months she tended to wear suit trousers rather than a skirt. The way she was dressed now, any man would know she’d be up for some fun at the office party.

“Don’t you like it?” she pouted, and then giggled at me and left the bedroom.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes, thinking things over. Maybe this was all part of the tease. She dressed up like that deliberately, simply because I was watching her. She must have known what my reaction would be. That I would jump to conclusions. Or was it merely a reasonable assumption? My thoughts were going round in circles. Perhaps I should ask her right out what she planned to do, whether she was really going to let another man or men kiss her, touch her, fuck her.

I quickly got dressed and went down the stairs into the kitchen, where Sally was finishing her breakfast. I opened my mouth, ready to confront her, when a nagging voice in my head told me to stay quiet. What would it accomplish? If she really planned to do something there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it now, and if I was honest with myself, the last couple of weeks had been the most exciting of my life. I had never enjoyed sex as much before, and I had never enjoyed so much of it. Did I really want to spoil everything now, before I even had the chance to check out whether her version of the Christmas party at Oakleys was true or not? I decided that the best thing to do would be to wait until I had spoken to Steve. Then if I felt I needed to, I could go over to her office, which was only ten minutes walk from my own, and confront her then.

I joined her at the kitchen table and ate some toast, washed down with strong coffee. At half past eight we left the house together, each getting separate buses. We usually both drove to work, but as we would be drinking we left the cars at home. As we walked to the bus stop, Sally made no mention of what might happen today, merely contenting herself with sly grins at me. When we saw her bus was coming, she kissed me passionately, only breaking off when the bus was right in front of us.

“Mmmm,” she said, looking back at me as she got on board. “That was nice. It’s really got me in the mood, if you know what I mean.”

Then she laughed, the doors closed behind her, and she was gone. A few minutes later my own bus arrived and I spent the whole of the journey repeating her words in my mind. Yes, I knew exactly what she meant. When I arrived at work I headed straight for my office and spent the next three hours thinking about my wife, about what she might be getting up to in a few short hours. Every so often I would find myself with an erection, and had to resist the urge to pull it out and masturbate right there and then.

Every so often I would look out the window onto the Sales floor, idly waiting for the party to start so I could get Steve to tell me what had really happened with Sally. At one point in the morning I even considered calling him into my office to ask him straight out. I was desperate to lay my mind at rest, whatever the outcome, but somehow I managed to stop myself. After all discussing something of that nature is of course permissible at a social occasion, but unlikely to be something you want to talk about with your boss in his office during working hours. He had no idea that Sally was my wife, and I’m sure it would have looked strange if I had expressed too obvious an interest.

The party was scheduled to start at 3pm, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I walked out into the main office and told everyone to stop working and start drinking. A small cheer rang out as I opened up a bottle of champagne, the cork hitting the ceiling with a loud pop. Ray rushed over with two glasses, and when they were filled he gave one each to Mina and Kelly, who were the only ladies present. Ray isn’t normally the gentlemanly type, so I can only presume he planned to get them as drunk as possible, in the hope that they might get a little raunchy.

Mina was wearing her usual short skirt and tight sweater combination. All the guys in the office fancied her like mad and were constantly chatting her up and getting nowhere. Kelly was a different story. Not that the guys ever got anywhere with her, simply that they never bothered chatting her up. She always wore loose fitting dresses, and though her figure was very shapely, it was hard to tell unless you looked closely. She was attractive but also very innocent, and any flirtatious comments men made to her seemed to go right over her head.

There were seven of us in all in my department, and I opened another bottle of champagne, so that each of us could have a glass. When both bottles were empty, the guys began to drink beer, while the girls had some white wine. I kept as close to Steve as I could, encouraging him to drink more and more, in the hope that it would loosen his tongue when I got the chance to speak to him privately. Unfortunately, every time I attempted to broach the subject, Ray would suddenly interject with some stupid joke or other, and Steve would laugh and lose track of what I was saying.

I noticed that Tony and Alan had both been trying to steer the two girls towards the mistletoe that they had put up by the door this morning. They didn’t have the courage to actually ask for a kiss, so they were hoping to snatch one from them, with the mistletoe as excuse. Both girls seemed to be well aware of their ploy however and stayed clear of the door. The two men looked disappointed but things livened up a little when a radio was turned on.

Mina started to sway her hips and sing along, and it wasn’t long before Steve was dancing with her. After a bit of persuasion Ray had Kelly in his arms on the impromptu dance floor as well. I watched as they lightly groped the girls. I would have expected more resistance from Mina and Kelly, but they didn’t make much of an attempt to stop the wandering hands. Even more surprisingly, when Tony and Alan stepped in, the girls allowed them to do the same thing. There was nothing too raunchy, just a gentle fondling of their behinds and the occasional brush of the hand against their breasts. At about four o’clock the music stopped and the news came on, bringing an abrupt end to the dancing. Both the girls drew back into a corner, giggling to themselves.

When the music started again they refused to dance anymore, but weren’t averse to the men chatting them up and flirting outrageously with them. I tried as best I could to join in with the revelry, but I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate. All my thoughts were on my wife and whether her own office party had started yet. Would she be behaving like the girls here? When I couldn’t stand it any longer I walked into my private office and closed the door behind me. I picked up my telephone and dialled Sally’s mobile number. I didn’t want to appear to be checking up on her, but I needed to know what was happening.

“Hi,” I said as breezily as I could. “How’s the party?”

“Hold on a minute,” she said. For a few moments all I could hear was a general hubbub of laughter and conversation. “Well, I’d like to be able to tell you different, but it’s not very exciting. We’re stuck in some pub, drinking as much as possible before we all die of boredom.”

“Sounds like some people are having a laugh anyway.”

“Oh yeah. But that’s not my group. I moved next to another table. Do you think I’d be saying how boring they are while I was with them? Actually, I might well do that after a few more drinks. You know, it was fun teasing you like that this morning, but I tell you, this must be my revenge.”

I could tell from her voice that she’d already had a few. I also knew she was telling the truth. She sounded very bored, something she rarely is when she’s having a drink. These people she worked with must have been seriously dull for her not to be able to liven them up.

“So you’re not going to stay long then?” I asked.

“Probably not. How about you?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not really in the party mood to be honest.”

We talked on for a few minutes more, and then agreed that I would call her when I found out what time I’d be leaving my office. When I put the phone down I found to my surprise that rather than feeling relieved that nothing was happening at her party, I was disappointed. While I was coming to terms with the fact that I probably enjoyed my wife being a slut, wanted her to be that way even, I still needed to know whether she had ever really fucked another man during our marriage. I sat down and pondered the best way to broach Steve about what had happened at Oakleys.

Suddenly I heard a commotion from the sales office. A small window, high up above the larger one that looked out onto the Sales floor, was open, and allowed me to hear everything that was being said. I looked out to see Mina slapping Ray in the face. Moments later she had her coat on and strode out of the office, swiftly followed by Kelly. The rest of the guys were all laughing at Ray, who held out his hands as if to say, “What did I do?”

“Well done Ray,” said Alan. “Shit, I was on a sure thing with Kelly. Why’d you have to do that?”

“Sure thing? The only sure thing you’ve ever had is your right hand, mate.”

“She was up for it, I’m telling you. God, I’m feeling horny as a toad and you go and get rid of the only girls at the party.”

“Yeah, well. I thought Mina was up for it as well. I guess I was wrong though,” Ray laughed.

“Shit, I thought so too,” said Tony. “Oh bollocks. Do you think it’s worth staying around?”

“Only for the free booze,” replied Ray. “Hell, we may as well finish that off, then we can go down to the strippers bar down the corner.”

“Good idea,” Steve chimed in. “Naked ladies. That’s what Christmas parties are all about.”

“Well. We’ve still got a crate of beer to get through. Let’s get on with it,” Alan said cracking open another bottle.

I didn’t know what had happened out there to make the two girls run off, but I guessed that Ray had gone a little too far with Mina. The guys were obviously all in the mood for a bit of fun, and were very disappointed to be left without any female company. I was just about to leave my office and join them to ask what had happened, when I heard Steve ask the others where I was.

“I don’t know,” Alan answered. “I haven’t seen him since we started dancing. Do you think he sneaked out and went home?”

The others didn’t know where I was either, and I saw Ray step up towards my office door. Before he could reach it I swiftly and silently turned the lock so he couldn’t get in. I had suddenly come up with an idea, a plan to find out more about Sally’s cheating ways, and to pull it off I would need them all to think I wasn’t in the office.

“Well the door’s locked,” Ray said, turning back to the others. “He must have buggered off.”

I quickly picked up my phone and called Sally’s mobile again, hoping she hadn’t lied to me, and that she really was bored out of her mind. When she answered, I asked her if she fancied us meeting for a drink, just the two of us. I told her that I wasn’t really enjoying myself, and if she wasn’t either, we may as well both do something else together. I kept my voice as low as possible so that none of the men in the Sales office could hear that I was still around.

“Yeah, sure,” Sally replied brightly. Her voice was still a little slurred, but now she seemed in much higher spirits.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked.

“No. There’s only me and three other girls left anyway. All the guys are off playing pool in the bar next door. Where shall we meet?”

“Um, let me think,” I stalled her for a moment. This was going to be the tricky part. “Listen, do you mind meeting me here, at my office? It wouldn’t look good me leaving the party early, as I’m the boss. But if you come around and pick me up they won’t say anything. Is that all right?”

“I suppose so. Okay then. I know the building, but what floor are you on?”

“It’s the fourth floor. How long will you be?”

“Oh, probably half an hour or so. I’ll have to say my goodbyes and stuff.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as she hung up I quickly dialled the number of Alan’s phone in the Sales office. I looked out of the window to watch him as he picked up the receiver.

“Alan? It’s Tom. You aren’t planning on leaving soon are you? Listen, I’m at Mr Johal’s. He called up earlier asking for a meet. He wants to finalise a sale, but he won’t wait until after Christmas, so I had to go over there. I slipped out and got a cab here while you were all dancing. I thought it would only take a few minutes, but it’s taking longer than expected. You know what he’s like. Anyway, the thing is, my wife’s coming over there to pick me up at about five, and I might be a little late. If she gets there before me can you ask her to wait for me? I shouldn’t be too long.”

Alan readily agreed to do as I asked, then put the phone down and told the others where I was.

“So his wife’s coming over is she?” Tony leered. “Has anyone met her? What’s she like? nice tits I hope.”

Of course Ray and Steve had already met her previously, but they didn’t know that. Yet. All four of them began speculating on her physical attributes, and Ray said that perhaps they might get some use out of the mistletoe after all.

For the next twenty minutes I sat on my desk, nervously drumming my fingers against a notepad, as I waited in anticipation for my wife to arrive. As I waited I listened to the lads outside exchange dirty jokes and stories, as they guzzled more beer down their necks.

When I heard a faint knocking at the outer door I almost jumped out of my skin. This was it. I watched Alan go over to let her in and seconds later I heard her voice.

“Hi. Is Tom around? I’m his wife…”

“Bloody hell. Is that you, Sal?” Ray interrupted.

Sally looked shocked for a moment when she saw who it was. Then she burst out laughing, stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Do you work here?” she asked, and then pulled away as she saw Steve stand up behind him. “Not you as well,” she exclaimed, as she put her arms around him and kissed his cheek as well.

“Quite a reunion,” Tony commented. “I thought you didn’t know each other.”

“We used to work together at Oakleys. It was a couple of years ago wasn’t it, Sal?” Ray winked at Tony behind Sally’s back.

I saw realisation creep into Tony’s face as he cottoned on to why Ray had winked at him. He leered at her, and I was sure he was remembering all the details he had been told about the goings on at that Christmas party. He sidled up to Alan and whispered in his ear. Alan’s wide-eyed reaction made it clear what he had just been told.

“So where’s Tom?” Sally asked.

“He’s had an urgent call to meet a client. He’ll be back soon. Here, have a drink,” Steve said, handing her a bottle of beer.

She opened the bottle, took a swig and eased herself up on to one of the desks. As she sat down her skirt rose high up her thighs. All eyes immediately focussed on her lap, but she made no move to adjust her skirt until they had all had a long look at the tops of her stockings and a couple of inches of her smooth white skin.

Sally, Ray and Steve spent a few minutes telling each other what they’d been doing for the last two years, and talking about the people they used to know at Oakleys. My main worry before she arrived was that Sally might get suspicious when she walked in to the office to find two of the very men who had been at the party that had started the whirlwind of cockteasing and debauchery she had indulged in over the past two weeks. I thought that she might realise it was all a set up, but she seemed to take it for granted, and treated it as one of life’s little coincidences. While they caught up on old times, Alan and Tony paid little attention to the conversation, instead concentrating on ogling my wife and no doubt undressing her with their eyes.

After a while Steve asked Sally why she had come to pick me up.

“Yeah, well, I was at my office party and it was really boring so we agreed to go out somewhere instead.”

“Boring, eh?” Ray winked at her. “I thought you would have livened things up a little. You sure did at that party at Oakleys anyway.”

Sally giggled at him, her eyes darting between Alan and Tony and the two men who had been at Oakleys with her. This was why I had wanted her here. To find out exactly what went on at that party. The only problem might be that she wouldn’t want to reminisce with Alan and Tony there. I waited in anticipation for them to begin talking about what happened.

Sally didn’t answer him, she just stayed silent and I wondered whether I would ever find out what had really gone on. Then Ray walked over to where the mistletoe hung from the ceiling, and beckoned my wife to follow him. Sally was a little unsteady on her feet, having drunk way over her usual limit and finding it particularly difficult to walk in her high heels. As soon as she reached where he was standing, she put one hand on his chest to steady her, and then asked him what he wanted.

“Just a kiss,” he said, pointing up to the mistletoe.

“But I just gave you a kiss when I came in.”

“No, I mean a proper one. As it’s Christmas.”
She seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, and then she shrugged and puckered her lips a little, giving her consent. Ray put his arms around her and held her hips as he kissed her deeply, his tongue roaming around inside her mouth. The kiss went on and on, and before long his hands crept down to the bottom of her skirt, lifting it up above her stockings. I watched with ever mounting excitement as one hand reached up and fondled her ass while the other continued to lift the skirt higher. Soon the cheeks of her ass were visible to everyone in the room, and we could see his fingers playing with the material of her thong. I was wondering just how far she would let him go when suddenly she pulled away from him.

“Hey. I never said anything about letting you feel up my ass.”

“So? You didn’t mind when Oliver did that to at the other party, did you?” Ray looked at my wife with a leer. “And you weren’t wearing any underwear then either.”

Sally smiled, but said nothing.

“Is it true then?” Alan asked her. “Ray told us about that party before. Did you really do all those things?”

My wife turned towards him. This was it. What I’d been waiting for the past fortnight. Would she admit what she’d done? Would she go into all the details?

“Well, put it this way. Have you ever known Ray to tell a lie?”

The others all laughed. Ray must have had his reputation even when Sally knew him.

“Come on Sal. You know it’s true.”

“Why? I don’t even know what things you’ve been saying about me. You could have said anything at all. Anyway, I was drunk. I can hardly remember what happened.”

“Do you remember photocopying your bare tits and your ass?”

“Mmm, maybe,” Sally hesitated. I could see now that she was enjoying herself. It wasn’t only me she liked to tease.

“And do you remember showing us the results?”

“It wasn’t my idea. It was Jane’s. Anyway, it was only a bit of fun.”

“So you do remember some of it then,” Tony commented. “You’re right about Ray. He’s a lying bastard. Why don’t you tell us yourself exactly what happened?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed to myself in a whisper. This was exactly what I had planned. I had lured my wife here knowing that the guys couldn’t help but talk about what had happened at that party. Now I was going to hear the true version of events from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Then I would simply call up the office again and tell Sally to meet me somewhere else. Everything had gone so perfectly up to now that it seemed too good to be true. Of course, as it turned out, that’s exactly what it was. It was only in the days that followed that I realised that there had been very little chance of the set up working the way I had planned it.

“Oh, I’m not telling you that,” Sally said to my disappointment.

“Mind if I tell the story then?” asked Steve.

“Well, If you must,” she replied. Her voice was blasé but I could tell that the idea excited her. “At least you’re less likely to exaggerate than Ray.”

Steve then proceeded to tell the story almost exactly as Sally had told it to me. There had been a competition involving the photocopies, then the winner Oliver had kissed and groped all three girls. He had pulled up Sally’s skirt while he kissed her and they had all seen her naked ass. Then Ray had tried to persuade all three girls to take off their clothes so he could check that there hadn’t been any cheating. This was the point in the story where Sally told me that she had left the office, and to my surprise and I must admit, disappointment, Steve concurred with her version of events. He continued on with the story, telling how the other two girls had stripped off and let the other guys fuck them, but I wasn’t really interested. I had found out what I needed to know.

“Why didn’t you stay and join in the fun?” Alan asked my wife when Steve had finished his story.

“What, have sex with them, you mean? Oh no. I didn’t mind photocopying my tits and my ass. That was just a bit of fun. Girls always do it at office parties. Anyway,” she said, changing the subject. “How come there are no women here? Tom told me there were two girls working in this office.”