As I allowed him to guide me into the house, I wondered what I was getting myself into. My husband, Ron, and I were the last couple left at the company party, and I’d wanted to change out of my one-piece bathing suit before we left. Tony, my boss, had immediately agreed to show me into the house, but his arm around my waist and him holding my hand as we walked through the sliding glass doorway seemed a little more familia...

My fears were apparently unfounded, as there was no change in Tony at work at all. At first, I was relieved, but then it started nagging at me that we had shared such an intimate experience, and he seemed to have no reaction to it at all. No snide comments, no ‘accidental’ touches, no innuendo — nothing. After about two months, I started to wonder if I could get Tony to acknowledge what happened without actually bringing...

Chapter 3: Exploration A couple of weeks later, after a particularly wonderful Saturday morning wherein I awoke to Ron’s gentle kisses and firm licks between my legs and, after an earth-shattering orgasm, was treated to breakfast in bed, Ron announced we were going shopping. Ron doesn’t shop. He’s a self-described ‘buyer.’ He goes to stores knowing exactly what he wants, and frequently exactly where it is in the store. He...

Chapter 4: Play Time at Work The next morning flowed uneventfully, but I could tell Ron had something on his mind. As I grabbed my bag and started towards the door, he stopped me. “Text me if you want to try this,” he said as he pressed a small, linen-wrapped item into my hand. He seemed a little sheepish, which I understood as I wrapped my hand around what I guessed was the vibrator we’d used the previous night. “I washe...

Chapter 5: Ron Dresses Me Tony was a gentleman at work the next day. I did catch his eyes on me more than once, but he was only professional and courteous to me when we did directly interact, which actually wasn’t that often. The work day was just a work day, and I was eagerly looking forward to going home. As I walked out, I heard Tamara from the office just down the hall from mine telling another colleague that, for som...

Chapter 6: A Different Kind of Lunch Break Wearing crotchless panties over stockings held up by a gartered teddy is not ideal attire for staying focused at work. Knowing that your skirt is very stretchy and easy to pull up (and that it possibly shows off the fact you’re wearing garters) does not help the situation. And promising your husband you will not button up your blouse beyond a certain point to make sure you expose...

Chapter 7: Friday Night at Our House The next day at work was mostly a normal work day. The only two moments that made me really aware of my recent mischief both happened in my office, each time alone with one or the other of my fellow mischief-makers. Tamara stopped by sometime mid-morning, just to confirm that we were really on for Friday. I let her know Ron was looking forward to it, and asked her to stop by my office...

Chapter 8: Tamara Stays Over The next morning, I woke Tamara with a gentle kiss. As her eyes fluttered open and she saw me, she smiled warmly. I slid my hand between her legs and caressed her. She cupped her hand behind my head and pulled me in for a more energetic kiss as my fingers slipped into her. She released my neck and caressed my cheek as she looked lovingly into my eyes as my fingers slid within her and my thumb...

Chapter 9: Saturday Night Gets Intense I’d gone out shopping for dinner and stopped by the sex toy shop for a surprise, but I was the one in for a surprise when I got home. I only had three bags, two for groceries and one for our new toy, so it was easy to set them down and feast my eyes on a scene out of a porn video. Ron had Tamara’s hands and feet all tied together with what I was guessing were Ron’s ties — there were...

Chapter 10: Lydia Invites Tamara and Me Over Monday morning at work wasn’t awkward at all. Just Tamara stopping by my office, seemingly to confirm that all that had happened had, actually, happened. I confirmed it in the clearest way I could. “On your knees,” I commanded quietly but forcefully. And, as she moved to obey, I said to her, “For the present time, that is the only command I plan to give you in the office. The r...

Monday at work passed fairly smoothly, at least for a Monday. Whenever I ran into Tamara or Tony, there were warm smiles shared as we thought about Friday evening. Towards the end of the day, Tony stopped by my office with his phone in his hand. “Just got a text from Lydia,” he started. “She’s stopping by your house because she felt bad Ron missed out on the festivities.” I glanced at the clock, noting I was done in less...