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Harry put down his slice of buttered toast and quickly turned around at the sound of high heeled shoes on the kitchen floor. It was Sioned. His jaw dropped as he saw her. She was wearing a short red silk dressing gown that matched the colour of her shoes, and also barely covered the tops of her black stockings.
“You don’t mind if I take the day off do you, darling?” she asked.
He shook his head. “N... no,” he replied. “Is... is anything the matter?”
“No,” she told him as she put her arm around him. “I just fancy some time to myself. I don’t have much on at work at the moment anyway.”
Harry put his arm around her waist. He could feel the outline of her panties through the material of her gown. He could also smell her perfume. “It’s... it’s fine with me,” he told her. “Planning going out then?”
She shook her head as she pulled away and headed for the coffee machine on the kitchen top. “I was thinking of going back to bed actually,” she told him.
He could feel a nervous flutter in his stomach and he could also feel a stirring in his loins. He looked at her as she stood with her back to him, pouring her coffee; long dark hair nestling against her shoulders; pert bottom and long, shapely legs. He wanted her. He wanted to go over to her and turn her around; snatch at the dressing gown sash and expose her. He wanted to take each breast in his hands, kiss them and gently tweak each nipple. He wanted to fall to his knees; soak her inner thighs with his kisses and then pull down her panties and taste her sex. Sioned enjoyed his tongue. He knew that manhood-wise, he was average size. There were lots of men bigger than him but he knew that he made up for it with his oral skills.
He knew that he was so lucky to have married her. She was twelve years younger than him, beautiful and very attractive. When she first came to work for him, she was virtually penniless. Recently divorced and living in a one bedroomed town centre flat; she was at a very low place in her life. He was a successful businessman and he knew that this was what had initially attracted her to him. Friends had tried to warn him that she was only after him for one thing – and it wasn’t his body! He didn’t care. He loved her and he needed someone like her in his life.
After six months of going out together he asked her to marry him. She had hesitated in giving him a reply but he simply said to her, “Look, I know that I’m not eye-candy and there are lots of better guys around of similar age to you but I will take care of you. I will never hurt you and... and I won’t expect you to be...”
“I... I don’t like the idea of being tied into a relationship again,” she responded, “but if you are not expecting... “she had responded.
He had held her close. “I mean it when I say that I will not expect you to be... well... you know. “
Sioned accepted his marriage proposal and a month later they were married. Six months on they were very content and happy.
Harry got up and walked across the room to her. She turned and they kissed as he put his arms around her. “Will... will you be sleeping all day?” he asked her.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. She was also pressed up tightly against him and he found himself getting an erection. “I will be in bed for most of the day,” she told him. “Why?”
“I was planning on leaving the office at around four o’clock today,” he told her. “Will you... will that be too early?”
“Of course not, darling,” she told him as she reached down with one hand held his bulge. “I will be up and ready for you.”
He reached down and slipped a hand under the hem of her gown. “I...", was all he could say.
Sioned gently squeezed his hardness again. “I’ll have something nice for you tonight when you come home,” she told him.
Harry groaned.
“Would you mind turning down the duvet before you leave?” she asked.
He pulled away, finished his toast and coffee and then went upstairs. Sioned had not only made the bed but put fresh sheets on it; white satin ones. He went to her side of the bed and neatly turned down her corner of the duvet and then he went to his side of the bed. He stood for a moment and looked down at the bed and then he turned down his corner as well. Turning quickly, he went back downstairs put on his jacket and, after kissing her goodbye, left for the office.
Normally Sioned made his coffee for him; she was not just his wife and lover but she was also his personal assistant. She must have rang the office and spoken to Debbie for she had his coffee ready for him when he arrived. He had to check himself as she came around his desk and placed his mug on the coaster near his right hand; he couldn’t do to her what he normally did to Sioned. He couldn’t reach down and touch the back of her knees. He couldn’t slowly slide his hand up under the hem of her skirt and between her legs from behind. He couldn’t bring his fingers up over her stocking tops; linger for a few moments in the warmth of her soft white flesh before venturing further.
He couldn’t press his fingers into the warm, damp silk material. He couldn’t feel her sex against his fingers. He couldn’t gently rub her as she parted her legs. Neither could he ask her to remove her knickers. Even though she was an employee like Sioned, he couldn’t demand that Debbie remove her panties and put them in his drawer until going home time.
“Will that be all Mr. Barclay?” she asked him.
He glanced up at her and shook his head. “Yes thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
She walked away and suddenly then turned around. “Sorry Mr. Barclay,” she told him, “I forgot to mention. Ian rang in; he is taking a duvet day. He said that his in-tray is cleared.”
Harry looked up at her trying his best to hide his shock. “Thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
Duvet days were becoming quite popular in businesses. They were designed to stop employees who fancied taking a day off from ringing the office and pretending to be sick. Most of the firms on the business park had succumbed to this new trend and Harry felt obliged to join in by allowing his staff five duvet days a year.
As she closed the door behind her he glanced at his watch, there was a long time to go before home time. He wondered about her: wondered what she was doing. He knew that she was with another man. He knew that she had a lover but he had no idea as to whom he had turned down the duvet on his side of the bed for. Neither did he want to know but he did wonder about Ian. Suddenly his telephone rang interrupting his thoughts, it was Sioned. “Just wondered if everything was okay,” she asked him.
“Y... yes,” he told her. “Ian is taking a duvet day apparently.”
“Hmmm that figures,” she told him. “Leslie, in dispatch, is on holiday this week.”
“Leslie?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
Sioned giggled, “He’s been dispatching her for months.”
Harry laughed. He hadn’t realised that his dispatch manager was having a fling with one of his staff. He didn’t know her all that well but he knew that Ian was married. He felt relieved about that news.
“And is Debbie looking after you?”
“Yes, I have had my coffee, thanks.”
“But her panties won’t be in your drawer though,” she said with a giggle.
“Of course not!” he told her.
“Would you like them to be in your drawer?”
“No,” he told her. “I am more than happy with yours. I don’t need anybody else’s.”
“I could easily get her knickers in your drawer if you wanted,” she said to him. “After all, it’s only fair isn’t it?”
“Fair?”
“Well, if I’m... it’s only fair that you should... well, you know.”
Harry went quiet. He had an erection now thinking about Sioned.
“If you pass me back to Debbie I’ll have a word,” she told him.
“W... when are you going to bed?” he asked trying to change the subject.
“In about ten minutes,” she told him. “Now pass me back to Debbie and I’ll make sure that you get what you need.”
Harry sighed.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I love you too. Now pass me to Debbie.”
His hand was shaking as he pressed the transfer call option on his telephone. He could see the red engaged sign lit up on his phone. It seemed to be on for ages and then it suddenly went off. A few moments later there was knock on his door and Debbie came in. He had never paid much attention to her in the physical sense since she had joined the company a year ago. He hadn’t had many dealings with her either; she was Sioned’s admin assistant. But she was slim, attractive and pretty with long dark hair. He also knew that she was twenty and still lived at home with her mum and dad. He wondered how well Sioned knew her.
“Sh... Mrs. Barclay said that I was to look after you today sir, while she is off.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as she stood at his side. “I... I... “
“Mrs. Barclay said that I have to take care of you in the same way that she would if she was here.”
Harry felt himself stiffen. Sioned did more than take her panties off for him; she did much more than let him put his hand under her skirt and touch her.
Harry cleared his throat.
“Shall I take my panties off first, sir?”
Harry swallowed hard and tried to speak. The words just wouldn’t come. Suddenly her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt. Her skirt rose up; stocking tops came into view and then her hands went up higher and started tugging at her panties. His jaw dropped as he watched her white cotton panties being pushed down her legs.
“Where would sir like these?” she asked as she stood there with her panties in her hand.
He tried to speak again as he pointed at the bottom drawer to his right. Debbie turned and reached for the drawer and pulled it open. Harry watched her panties fall into it. She closed it and turned to face him. For a few moments there was silence between them.
“What else would sir like me to do?” she asked looking down at his prominent bulge.
He opened his mouth to speak but Debbie was already in the process of getting on her knees. “This looks very uncomfortable sir,” she said as she reached for his bulge.
Harry moaned softly and closed his eyes as her fingers tugged at his zipper. There was nothing nicer than having a woman take the initiative. He had known very few women to make that bold move; to take the initiative and make the bold statement that they wanted your cock. Most of the women he had known had been too shy or reserved to do that. He felt her fingers delve into his boxers and reach for his erection. His eyes opened as he felt her warm fingers alighting in his flesh.
“Sir is excited, isn’t he?” she said, commenting on the pre-cum forming around the tip of his cock. “Would sir like me to clean him?”
Harry grunted and then closed his eyes again as her tongue flickered across his cock. He opened them again as he felt her lips enfolded him. Their eyes met briefly; he could see the enjoyment in her eyes and he could feel her enthusiasm as her hand gripped him tightly and began to move quickly up and down.
Harry groaned loudly.
“That’s it sir,” she said softly. “Just let it all go.”
He groaned again. Her fingers were gripping tightly and her hand moved furiously. He wanted to savour the moment; he wanted it to last but it was hopeless. Her eager lips were moving up and down as well and her free hand was caressing his testicles.
“Cone on sir, I want every last drop.”
His hand reached out for the back of her head and he groaned very loudly. His whole body was beginning to shake and he could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer. He tried his best to delay it. He tried his best to postpone it but it was hopeless.
“I’m cumming,” he cried out.
A groan of approval emanated from her lips as they tightened around his cock. Harry groaned again and his cum began to gush from him. Debbie kept her lips firmly sealed around his manhood until the last drop of cum had left him, and then she proceeded to clean him with her tongue.
“Was that satisfactory sir?” she asked as she zipped him up.
“Fuck, that was wonderful,” he told her as she got to her feet.
“Thank you sir,” she told him. “Can I get sir anything else?”
Harry looked at her as she stood just a few inches from him. He was staring at her skirt. His hand twitched under the strain of holding back. Debbie noticed. She reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist.
“Fuck,” Harry uttered.
“Is this what sir wants to see?”
His hand twitched again as he restrained himself from reaching out to the naked pussy before him. “It is okay for sir to touch,” she said. “Mrs. Barclay said that I was not to withhold anything from you sir.”
He reached out. His fingers rested on her plump pussy lips for a few moments as if absorbing the feel of her flesh, then as they ventured down her furrow, she parted her legs wider. “Would sir like to taste me?” she asked him as his fingers made contact with her wetness.
He looked up at her.
“Mrs. Barclay says sir has wonderful oral skills.”
His eyes widened; surprised by that knowledge. “What else did Mrs. Barclay tell you?” he asked.
She stepped over his legs so that she was sat against the edge of his desk in front of him. “Mrs. Barclay said that I could expect some wonderful orgasms from sir’s tongue.”
Harry looked up at her and then pushed his chair forward. Debbie spread her legs wider and gripped the edge of his desk with her hands before pushing her groin forward. Harry gripped her hips and nestled his face between her thighs. She moaned softly at first as his tongue probed her sex; searching, delving and exploring.
Harry explored and tasted. “That’s soooooo good,” she told him.
Harry liked a grateful girl. He soon brought his fingers into play; gently inserting two fingers into her love channel he soon began to use them like a cock. Debbie’s moans were getting louder now as he used his fingers inside her and used his tongue on her clitty. She also soon had one foot on the edge his desk as she partially lay back resting on one hand and using her other hand to hold his head against her.
He could feel the warmth of her juices that flooded his fingers. He could hear her moans getting more vocal and her hips began to buck and writhe. “Ooooooh fuck sir,” she cried out.
Harry loved to bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. It was always a controlled form of pleasure. Fucking a woman gave him little or no control because his own orgasm controlled the time he spent pleasuring them. He looked up at her as he pleasured her with his fingers deep inside her and his thumb rubbing her clitty; Debbie was lost in a world of carnal pleasure. “That’s it Debbie,” he told her. “Flood my fingers with your juices. Tell me when you are cumming.”
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming sir ,” she cried out loudly.
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, “Cum hard for me.”
An ear-piercing scream filled the room from her; Debbie had now experienced the same delights that Sioned often received.
A few minutes later Debbie had composed herself and was off the desk standing at Harry’s side. He raised his fingers to her lips. “Mrs. Barclay always likes to clean afterwards.”
She took his hand and held it as she sucked on each finger. “Mr. Barclay would now like to fuck you Debbie.”
She looked hesitant. “I...I’m not sure that Mrs. arclay would want me to go as far as that, sir,” she said.
“Mrs. Barclay often gets a good fucking afterwards,” he told her. “She did emphasise that you were to take care of me, didn’t she?
“Yes sir.”
Harry turned her around. Debbie automatically stretched out across his desk and allowed him to lift her skirt over her waist. A little while later Debbie got off his desk again and headed for the bathroom after a fast and furious fucking.
She returned a short while later with a fresh mug of coffee for him. “I...I think it best if neither of us mentioned that last bit to Mrs. Barclay, sir.” she told him.
“Why?”
“That... that wasn’t exactly in the remit.”
“I see,” Harry told her. “I... I’m a bit confused. Sioned... Mrs. Barclay is this moment... “
“Is this moment what, sir?”
He shook his head.
“You... you think Mrs. Barclay is with another man right now don’t you?”
Harry nodded.
Debbie smiled. “Sioned... Mrs. Barclay is bisexual, like me, sir.”
Harry was stunned.
“She’s with another woman, not another man.”
Harry sat down in shock.
“Her last husband was a right bastard to her,” Debbie told him. “Beat her, went with other women and kept her without money. She hated men for a while afterwards but then she met you.”
“How... how do you know all this?”
“Sioned and I have known each other for over two years now. We are quite close.”
“I see,” he replied, still stunned. “And... and who is this other woman?”
Debbie shook her head. “I think it’s best coming from Sioned herself. I know she wants to tell you about it... but in her own good time.”
Harry nodded.
“I would wait until she is ready to tell you, if I were you,” she told him,
Harry said nothing for a few moments.
“And you are her...,” he said.
“We... we are quite close,” she said with a smile.
Harry smiled.
“And do you have a boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “I have a girlfriend.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. His thoughts began to run riot for a few moments. Imaginings of Debbie and her girlfriend together stirred him once again.
“I’ll need... later.” he told her.
Debbie smiled. “My lips are always available sir,” she said before licking her lips.
He thought about taking her up on her offer then and there but he had some work to take care of first and Debbie left him. A couple of hours later Sioned rang him again. “Debbie taking good care of you today?” she asked him.
He laughed. “Very much so,” he told her. “And you... duvet day going well?”
She laughed. “Just about to have some lunch and then maybe have a rest again afterwards.”
“Maybe I should take a duvet day sometime.”
Sioned laughed again. “Duvet days are for employees not bosses,” she told him. “But... maybe we can take one together sometime.”
Harry smiled as he put down the telephone. It had never even occurred to him that his wife might have a girlfriend. He had always prepared himself to be cuckolded by another male, but never by another woman.
He reached for the phone again; there was something else that Sioned did for him at that time of day. Harry smiled and rubbed his crotch as she closed the door behind her.
“Yes Mr. Barclay?”
Harry crooked his finger and beckoned her over.
“You don’t mind if I take the day off do you, darling?” she asked.
He shook his head. “N... no,” he replied. “Is... is anything the matter?”
“No,” she told him as she put her arm around him. “I just fancy some time to myself. I don’t have much on at work at the moment anyway.”
Harry put his arm around her waist. He could feel the outline of her panties through the material of her gown. He could also smell her perfume. “It’s... it’s fine with me,” he told her. “Planning going out then?”
She shook her head as she pulled away and headed for the coffee machine on the kitchen top. “I was thinking of going back to bed actually,” she told him.
He could feel a nervous flutter in his stomach and he could also feel a stirring in his loins. He looked at her as she stood with her back to him, pouring her coffee; long dark hair nestling against her shoulders; pert bottom and long, shapely legs. He wanted her. He wanted to go over to her and turn her around; snatch at the dressing gown sash and expose her. He wanted to take each breast in his hands, kiss them and gently tweak each nipple. He wanted to fall to his knees; soak her inner thighs with his kisses and then pull down her panties and taste her sex. Sioned enjoyed his tongue. He knew that manhood-wise, he was average size. There were lots of men bigger than him but he knew that he made up for it with his oral skills.
He knew that he was so lucky to have married her. She was twelve years younger than him, beautiful and very attractive. When she first came to work for him, she was virtually penniless. Recently divorced and living in a one bedroomed town centre flat; she was at a very low place in her life. He was a successful businessman and he knew that this was what had initially attracted her to him. Friends had tried to warn him that she was only after him for one thing – and it wasn’t his body! He didn’t care. He loved her and he needed someone like her in his life.
After six months of going out together he asked her to marry him. She had hesitated in giving him a reply but he simply said to her, “Look, I know that I’m not eye-candy and there are lots of better guys around of similar age to you but I will take care of you. I will never hurt you and... and I won’t expect you to be...”
“I... I don’t like the idea of being tied into a relationship again,” she responded, “but if you are not expecting... “she had responded.
He had held her close. “I mean it when I say that I will not expect you to be... well... you know. “
Sioned accepted his marriage proposal and a month later they were married. Six months on they were very content and happy.
Harry got up and walked across the room to her. She turned and they kissed as he put his arms around her. “Will... will you be sleeping all day?” he asked her.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. She was also pressed up tightly against him and he found himself getting an erection. “I will be in bed for most of the day,” she told him. “Why?”
“I was planning on leaving the office at around four o’clock today,” he told her. “Will you... will that be too early?”
“Of course not, darling,” she told him as she reached down with one hand held his bulge. “I will be up and ready for you.”
He reached down and slipped a hand under the hem of her gown. “I...", was all he could say.
Sioned gently squeezed his hardness again. “I’ll have something nice for you tonight when you come home,” she told him.
Harry groaned.
“Would you mind turning down the duvet before you leave?” she asked.
He pulled away, finished his toast and coffee and then went upstairs. Sioned had not only made the bed but put fresh sheets on it; white satin ones. He went to her side of the bed and neatly turned down her corner of the duvet and then he went to his side of the bed. He stood for a moment and looked down at the bed and then he turned down his corner as well. Turning quickly, he went back downstairs put on his jacket and, after kissing her goodbye, left for the office.
Normally Sioned made his coffee for him; she was not just his wife and lover but she was also his personal assistant. She must have rang the office and spoken to Debbie for she had his coffee ready for him when he arrived. He had to check himself as she came around his desk and placed his mug on the coaster near his right hand; he couldn’t do to her what he normally did to Sioned. He couldn’t reach down and touch the back of her knees. He couldn’t slowly slide his hand up under the hem of her skirt and between her legs from behind. He couldn’t bring his fingers up over her stocking tops; linger for a few moments in the warmth of her soft white flesh before venturing further.
He couldn’t press his fingers into the warm, damp silk material. He couldn’t feel her sex against his fingers. He couldn’t gently rub her as she parted her legs. Neither could he ask her to remove her knickers. Even though she was an employee like Sioned, he couldn’t demand that Debbie remove her panties and put them in his drawer until going home time.
“Will that be all Mr. Barclay?” she asked him.
He glanced up at her and shook his head. “Yes thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
She walked away and suddenly then turned around. “Sorry Mr. Barclay,” she told him, “I forgot to mention. Ian rang in; he is taking a duvet day. He said that his in-tray is cleared.”
Harry looked up at her trying his best to hide his shock. “Thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
Duvet days were becoming quite popular in businesses. They were designed to stop employees who fancied taking a day off from ringing the office and pretending to be sick. Most of the firms on the business park had succumbed to this new trend and Harry felt obliged to join in by allowing his staff five duvet days a year.
As she closed the door behind her he glanced at his watch, there was a long time to go before home time. He wondered about her: wondered what she was doing. He knew that she was with another man. He knew that she had a lover but he had no idea as to whom he had turned down the duvet on his side of the bed for. Neither did he want to know but he did wonder about Ian. Suddenly his telephone rang interrupting his thoughts, it was Sioned. “Just wondered if everything was okay,” she asked him.
“Y... yes,” he told her. “Ian is taking a duvet day apparently.”
“Hmmm that figures,” she told him. “Leslie, in dispatch, is on holiday this week.”
“Leslie?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
Sioned giggled, “He’s been dispatching her for months.”
Harry laughed. He hadn’t realised that his dispatch manager was having a fling with one of his staff. He didn’t know her all that well but he knew that Ian was married. He felt relieved about that news.
“And is Debbie looking after you?”
“Yes, I have had my coffee, thanks.”
“But her panties won’t be in your drawer though,” she said with a giggle.
“Of course not!” he told her.
“Would you like them to be in your drawer?”
“No,” he told her. “I am more than happy with yours. I don’t need anybody else’s.”
“I could easily get her knickers in your drawer if you wanted,” she said to him. “After all, it’s only fair isn’t it?”
“Fair?”
“Well, if I’m... it’s only fair that you should... well, you know.”
Harry went quiet. He had an erection now thinking about Sioned.
“If you pass me back to Debbie I’ll have a word,” she told him.
“W... when are you going to bed?” he asked trying to change the subject.
“In about ten minutes,” she told him. “Now pass me back to Debbie and I’ll make sure that you get what you need.”
Harry sighed.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I love you too. Now pass me to Debbie.”
His hand was shaking as he pressed the transfer call option on his telephone. He could see the red engaged sign lit up on his phone. It seemed to be on for ages and then it suddenly went off. A few moments later there was knock on his door and Debbie came in. He had never paid much attention to her in the physical sense since she had joined the company a year ago. He hadn’t had many dealings with her either; she was Sioned’s admin assistant. But she was slim, attractive and pretty with long dark hair. He also knew that she was twenty and still lived at home with her mum and dad. He wondered how well Sioned knew her.
“Sh... Mrs. Barclay said that I was to look after you today sir, while she is off.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as she stood at his side. “I... I... “
“Mrs. Barclay said that I have to take care of you in the same way that she would if she was here.”
Harry felt himself stiffen. Sioned did more than take her panties off for him; she did much more than let him put his hand under her skirt and touch her.
Harry cleared his throat.
“Shall I take my panties off first, sir?”
Harry swallowed hard and tried to speak. The words just wouldn’t come. Suddenly her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt. Her skirt rose up; stocking tops came into view and then her hands went up higher and started tugging at her panties. His jaw dropped as he watched her white cotton panties being pushed down her legs.
“Where would sir like these?” she asked as she stood there with her panties in her hand.
He tried to speak again as he pointed at the bottom drawer to his right. Debbie turned and reached for the drawer and pulled it open. Harry watched her panties fall into it. She closed it and turned to face him. For a few moments there was silence between them.
“What else would sir like me to do?” she asked looking down at his prominent bulge.
He opened his mouth to speak but Debbie was already in the process of getting on her knees. “This looks very uncomfortable sir,” she said as she reached for his bulge.
Harry moaned softly and closed his eyes as her fingers tugged at his zipper. There was nothing nicer than having a woman take the initiative. He had known very few women to make that bold move; to take the initiative and make the bold statement that they wanted your cock. Most of the women he had known had been too shy or reserved to do that. He felt her fingers delve into his boxers and reach for his erection. His eyes opened as he felt her warm fingers alighting in his flesh.
“Sir is excited, isn’t he?” she said, commenting on the pre-cum forming around the tip of his cock. “Would sir like me to clean him?”
Harry grunted and then closed his eyes again as her tongue flickered across his cock. He opened them again as he felt her lips enfolded him. Their eyes met briefly; he could see the enjoyment in her eyes and he could feel her enthusiasm as her hand gripped him tightly and began to move quickly up and down.
Harry groaned loudly.
“That’s it sir,” she said softly. “Just let it all go.”
He groaned again. Her fingers were gripping tightly and her hand moved furiously. He wanted to savour the moment; he wanted it to last but it was hopeless. Her eager lips were moving up and down as well and her free hand was caressing his testicles.
“Cone on sir, I want every last drop.”
His hand reached out for the back of her head and he groaned very loudly. His whole body was beginning to shake and he could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer. He tried his best to delay it. He tried his best to postpone it but it was hopeless.
“I’m cumming,” he cried out.
A groan of approval emanated from her lips as they tightened around his cock. Harry groaned again and his cum began to gush from him. Debbie kept her lips firmly sealed around his manhood until the last drop of cum had left him, and then she proceeded to clean him with her tongue.
“Was that satisfactory sir?” she asked as she zipped him up.
“Fuck, that was wonderful,” he told her as she got to her feet.
“Thank you sir,” she told him. “Can I get sir anything else?”
Harry looked at her as she stood just a few inches from him. He was staring at her skirt. His hand twitched under the strain of holding back. Debbie noticed. She reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist.
“Fuck,” Harry uttered.
“Is this what sir wants to see?”
His hand twitched again as he restrained himself from reaching out to the naked pussy before him. “It is okay for sir to touch,” she said. “Mrs. Barclay said that I was not to withhold anything from you sir.”
He reached out. His fingers rested on her plump pussy lips for a few moments as if absorbing the feel of her flesh, then as they ventured down her furrow, she parted her legs wider. “Would sir like to taste me?” she asked him as his fingers made contact with her wetness.
He looked up at her.
“Mrs. Barclay says sir has wonderful oral skills.”
His eyes widened; surprised by that knowledge. “What else did Mrs. Barclay tell you?” he asked.
She stepped over his legs so that she was sat against the edge of his desk in front of him. “Mrs. Barclay said that I could expect some wonderful orgasms from sir’s tongue.”
Harry looked up at her and then pushed his chair forward. Debbie spread her legs wider and gripped the edge of his desk with her hands before pushing her groin forward. Harry gripped her hips and nestled his face between her thighs. She moaned softly at first as his tongue probed her sex; searching, delving and exploring.
Harry explored and tasted. “That’s soooooo good,” she told him.
Harry liked a grateful girl. He soon brought his fingers into play; gently inserting two fingers into her love channel he soon began to use them like a cock. Debbie’s moans were getting louder now as he used his fingers inside her and used his tongue on her clitty. She also soon had one foot on the edge his desk as she partially lay back resting on one hand and using her other hand to hold his head against her.
He could feel the warmth of her juices that flooded his fingers. He could hear her moans getting more vocal and her hips began to buck and writhe. “Ooooooh fuck sir,” she cried out.
Harry loved to bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. It was always a controlled form of pleasure. Fucking a woman gave him little or no control because his own orgasm controlled the time he spent pleasuring them. He looked up at her as he pleasured her with his fingers deep inside her and his thumb rubbing her clitty; Debbie was lost in a world of carnal pleasure. “That’s it Debbie,” he told her. “Flood my fingers with your juices. Tell me when you are cumming.”
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming sir ,” she cried out loudly.
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, “Cum hard for me.”
An ear-piercing scream filled the room from her; Debbie had now experienced the same delights that Sioned often received.
A few minutes later Debbie had composed herself and was off the desk standing at Harry’s side. He raised his fingers to her lips. “Mrs. Barclay always likes to clean afterwards.”
She took his hand and held it as she sucked on each finger. “Mr. Barclay would now like to fuck you Debbie.”
She looked hesitant. “I...I’m not sure that Mrs. arclay would want me to go as far as that, sir,” she said.
“Mrs. Barclay often gets a good fucking afterwards,” he told her. “She did emphasise that you were to take care of me, didn’t she?
“Yes sir.”
Harry turned her around. Debbie automatically stretched out across his desk and allowed him to lift her skirt over her waist. A little while later Debbie got off his desk again and headed for the bathroom after a fast and furious fucking.
She returned a short while later with a fresh mug of coffee for him. “I...I think it best if neither of us mentioned that last bit to Mrs. Barclay, sir.” she told him.
“Why?”
“That... that wasn’t exactly in the remit.”
“I see,” Harry told her. “I... I’m a bit confused. Sioned... Mrs. Barclay is this moment... “
“Is this moment what, sir?”
He shook his head.
“You... you think Mrs. Barclay is with another man right now don’t you?”
Harry nodded.
Debbie smiled. “Sioned... Mrs. Barclay is bisexual, like me, sir.”
Harry was stunned.
“She’s with another woman, not another man.”
Harry sat down in shock.
“Her last husband was a right bastard to her,” Debbie told him. “Beat her, went with other women and kept her without money. She hated men for a while afterwards but then she met you.”
“How... how do you know all this?”
“Sioned and I have known each other for over two years now. We are quite close.”
“I see,” he replied, still stunned. “And... and who is this other woman?”
Debbie shook her head. “I think it’s best coming from Sioned herself. I know she wants to tell you about it... but in her own good time.”
Harry nodded.
“I would wait until she is ready to tell you, if I were you,” she told him,
Harry said nothing for a few moments.
“And you are her...,” he said.
“We... we are quite close,” she said with a smile.
Harry smiled.
“And do you have a boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “I have a girlfriend.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. His thoughts began to run riot for a few moments. Imaginings of Debbie and her girlfriend together stirred him once again.
“I’ll need... later.” he told her.
Debbie smiled. “My lips are always available sir,” she said before licking her lips.
He thought about taking her up on her offer then and there but he had some work to take care of first and Debbie left him. A couple of hours later Sioned rang him again. “Debbie taking good care of you today?” she asked him.
He laughed. “Very much so,” he told her. “And you... duvet day going well?”
She laughed. “Just about to have some lunch and then maybe have a rest again afterwards.”
“Maybe I should take a duvet day sometime.”
Sioned laughed again. “Duvet days are for employees not bosses,” she told him. “But... maybe we can take one together sometime.”
Harry smiled as he put down the telephone. It had never even occurred to him that his wife might have a girlfriend. He had always prepared himself to be cuckolded by another male, but never by another woman.
He reached for the phone again; there was something else that Sioned did for him at that time of day. Harry smiled and rubbed his crotch as she closed the door behind her.
“Yes Mr. Barclay?”
Harry crooked his finger and beckoned her over.
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