PART ONE

Cathy left her lovely semi-detached house, the sun shining, birds singing, everything seeming right with the world, She enjoyed her job in the office of a business owned by her husband, but it was unfortunate that she had to go to work on such a lovely day. But the truth was, she enjoyed the banter and flirting that occurred in her office environment.

Her husband, Alan, was too busy in his own little world to notice, so she enjoyed herself with the lads. She was only 26, a buxom young woman with a lovely medium build and a bust of 40BB. She liked to wear short skirts to work when she could and always paired them with seamed stockings and a suspender belt. She didn't mind the comments from the men; in fact, she promoted some of the comments, leaving her blouse undone by a couple of buttons to show some cleavage. From her perspective, it was all part of the game.

The men would find excuses to come into the office and ogle her chest, as well as try to see up her miniskirt when she was sitting down at her desk; she didn't mind in the least. On a Friday night, when everyone went down to the local and Alan was away, she would join them for a drink.

A shy seventeen-year-old boy had just started there, and Cathy took pleasure in pressing her large chest against him whenever she was in the office, and she made it a point to play up to him. It was nothing serious; it was just some fun.

The amount of time Alan was spending away from work and home, sometimes for days at a time, was beginning to raise Cathy's suspicions. They had only been married for five years, and she was concerned about the state of affairs with her marriage. She had always been more sexual than Alan, who was always worn out whenever he returned home.

Her sex life at home was pretty good, though. Even though she was aware that she could select any of the men who worked at her husband's company if she so desired, she did not find that sexually captivating.

Despite her desire and need to experiment, she was aware that Alan would not approve of her plan. She needed something different and had considered experimenting with her bisexuality. Cathy had always had, as long as she could remember, a craving for older men, and not just older men; she wanted them to be a lot older and rougher.

Her attention could go to someone who was struggling, perhaps homeless, and who would appreciate her more. Cathy spent a considerable amount of time daydreaming about various scenarios that she could work on to achieve her sexual gratification. Cathy daydreamed about the different things that could happen. Her plans included risks, but she didn't really care about them. She started to choose what to wear to work; the blouse she chose would look wonderful with a short skirt that fits closely and hold-up stockings. She was aware that she looked horny, which is how she felt this morning.

Her short walk to work ended with her climbing the stairs to her office. She turned around and said, "Good morning, guys." She knew that Alan and Charlie were observing her from behind. "Enjoying the view?"

Charlie replied, "Actually, yes, you improve my day, honey."

"Well, I am glad I have made your day, but I do have work to do, so see you later," she said with a laugh. When she got to her office, she sat down with her legs crossed. Her short skirt was riding up, and her stocking tops were showing.

Within minutes, Charlie went to see Cathy at work. He knocked on the door and walked in. Cathy crossed her legs and smiled, knowing that her panties were on full display; she said, "About that order that just arrived," Charlie walked over to her desk and looked at her legs. Cathy could see the bulge in his pants. She thought, 'Why not have some fun too?' Alan is undoubtedly having fun somewhere. Why shouldn't I?

Charlie leaned in closer and looked down her top at her fabulous cleavage. She leaned into him as he put his arm around her shoulders. He leaned in close and kissed her on the lips, and she moved her face down to meet his. She opened her mouth, and his tongue went in. Standing up, she pushed him to the stockroom, which was right next to the office. As soon as they closed the door, they grabbed each other and kissed passionately, with his hands going up her short skirt and her rubbing his bulge in his trousers.

Putting his hand between her legs gently, he started to caress her wet pussy. He pulled off her thong and stuck two fingers into her wet pussy. She gasped as she got on her knees in front of him and undid his zip. Then she put her hand in his jeans and pulled his stiff cock out.

When she opened her mouth, she ran her tongue around his helmet and then licked his shaft. He put his cock all the way into her mouth and began to fuck her. She choked but still took it all in, grabbing his cock and wanking it up and down. He pushed her against the wall, taking her skirt by the waist; he pulled it up and removed her panties. Then, he positioned his cock and got her to bend forward a little. She let out a joyful scream as he pushed his cock hard inside her.

Charlie fucked her deep into her cunt, and she had no idea how big his cock was, but it was filling her pussy; there was no one else in the room, and he fucked her quickly and hard. He exclaimed suddenly, "I'm coming!" and she felt him twitch inside her as he released. It was hot and wonderful.

Cathy fell against the wall and broke the bulletin board as she did so. For a while, she did nothing but think about what she had done. She realised she had acted mischievously. Charlie pulled his cock out. "Let's plan to do this again soon," he said.

Cathy was not so sure; she wanted to conserve her energy for tomorrow's plans. Although she hadn't intended to let Charlie fuck her and was aware that it would be discussed in the office, she was taking a risk.

PART TWO

Cathy had been preparing herself all day; she took the day off work, a perk of being the boss's wife, and had a slow warm bath, got her underwear together, and chose a loose black dress, which was not too short for a change, a thong, and a sheer black blouse, and no bra.

She might be doing a lot of walking, so she would be dressed in a jacket, stockings, a matching set of suspender belts, and shoes with a smaller heel. She examined her reflection in the mirror and noticed that her ample nipples were visible, protruding from her sheer blouse. Her spouse enjoyed hours of sucking on them, but he was likely out shagging some tart somewhere.

Taking a taxi to the closest train station, she caught the train going to London. The crowded carriage would have made her breasts stand out, so she opted to put her jacket on. The train arrived in London on time, and starting at the busy station, she crossed the Strand and walked across Trafalgar Square to get to Piccadilly. The light was fading, and the temperature was slightly dropping, yet she persevered, heading towards the area she believed to be home to the impoverished. She was looking for an elderly homeless man who seemed in need of company. She wanted to make his lonely night more fun.

She soon found a homeless man sheltering from the cold in a large deserted doorway down a side street. "You look like you are having a miserable day," she said to him. "Please take this money ." Then she turned towards him, and she took off her jacket and stood in front of him; her heart raced as she asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

He looked and could not believe his eyes. "Well, what are you offering?" he muttered. She slowly pulled her skirt up, showing her stockings and suspender belt. He said, "Wow, that is something I have not seen for a long time. Come here, young lady." His dirty hands moved forward towards Cathy's skirt, and he started to move his hands under her dress and up her thigh. He was at least sixty years old, she thought to herself. He was precisely the kind of man she had been seeking

He felt her leg with his hand, running it higher. Cathy, nervous but excited, told him he could do anything he wanted, and she was so turned on. He touched her intimately, and she responded eagerly. She asked him to stand up, then she knelt down and unzipped his worn-out trousers, lowering them to his knees. She grabbed his smelly cock and pulled it up and down, wanking him off. He undid her blouse and gently caressed her breasts. He gently kissed her breasts.

She quickly grabbed his dirty cock and put it in her mouth, even though it smelt bad. She did not care; so taken with the dirtiness of the whole scene, he pushed his still-growing cock in her mouth, and she took it all in. She then removed it, ran her tongue over his testicles, placing them in her mouth, and began to suck and lick them. For a second, she forgot about his cock, but she soon returned to that.

She knew it would not be long for him to shoot his load; his cock twitched all of a sudden, and he shouted, "Fuck, I'm coming." He pushed harder down her throat, his cock shooting jets of spunk down, causing her to swallow streams of it that hit her tonsils. She wiped some from her chin, laughing as she scooped more from her dress and put it on her fingers before placing them in her mouth and licking her lips at the taste.

She got up and kissed him hard, his hands still on her tits, exploring them. He ran his dirty mouth all around her breasts; then his hands moved to her arse, and he started to push a finger into her arsehole. Though Cathy enjoyed her bum being played with normally, she liked to get to know the person first before she generally allowed that to happen, so she pulled his hand away forcefully.

She removed her thong and handed it to him. "Here is a little memento of our night. I have to go now. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. What we have done together — it was so fucking horny."

"I am glad you liked that, miss. I wish I could play with your body all night, but I know good things have to come to an end. See you soon."

"Do you mind telling me your name?" Cathy had to know.

"Colin," he replied.

“I will see you again, Colin," she answered.

She kissed him bye and caught the train back home, falling into bed thinking of the night's activities. She was so thrilled with the night and still so turned on about her plans that she was sure she'd do it all again soon.

She had fulfilled her dirty desire, and she wanted to experience more of the same. She felt slightly sore from the night's activities. But she wasn't concerned about that. She had been so turned on by his dirty, smelly body, nothing like the clean, sweet-smelling guys in her office. If only Alan knew; that brought a smile to her face.

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