I watched as Pete Robinson, a young guy in his late twenties from my accounts team, came running across the office floor. As he approached the door to my glass box of an office, he stopped, collected himself, and knocked on the open door.“Come,” I said.He looked suitably nervous as he entered. There was no real need for him to be, but it was fun to watch, all the same.“I got your email, sir. I came as quickly as I could,” he said, his breathing heavy.“I’m sorry, Paul, something has come up that I really need your help with.”I got his name wrong on purpose, just to see if he would correct me. He didn’t even try.“Fire away, sir,” he said, like an eager puppy.“Good lad. I hope it won’t take too long. It’s just that I have an important meeting with our biggest client in the morning and I need to have certain figures to hand. Hoping you can dig them out for me. Is it okay if I forward you an email with the details of what I need?”“Certainly, sir. Consider it done.” He turned and hurried towards the door. He pulled up and turned around.“Was… was there anything else you wanted, sir?” he asked.I smiled and shook my head slowly. He really didn’t want to know what it was I wanted. I wanted to fuck his wife, and I meant to have her.I could not fathom how on earth this worm of a man had managed to snare such a hot little piece. I had met her just a matter of days ago, at our Family Day at the weekend. We hold a big barbeque every year, a chance to say thank you to the staff for all their hard work. We hand out some recognition awards, but mainly it’s for people lower down the ladder to mingle with those at the top. It scores highly on our employee satisfaction survey.Also, for the last few years, I had found it a very happy hunting ground for the hot young wives of my junior staff members. And Robinson’s wife Annie was the pick of the bunch this year, for sure. She was a petite blonde with that sexy blonde cheerleader look about her, all sweetness Dikmen Escort and light, but with a twinkle in her eye that said a filthy little slut lurked within. At the barbeque, she had worn a summer dress that, at the right angle in the right light, meant you could see right through it. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the silhouetted curves of that tight ass and perky breasts since.As he reached the door, I said, “I hope you’re working late hasn’t ruined any plans you had for this evening?”“No, sir. Not at all,” he said and scurried off.What a fucking sap! I knew full well it was their one-year wedding anniversary tonight, and that he had arranged to take the delectable Annie out for a nice romantic dinner. They told me about it at the barbeque. Since then, I’d done a bit of snooping around and I knew which restaurant they were going to, and that the table was booked for seven. The place wasn’t far from the office, and Annie would be arriving anytime now to meet her hubby.Only now he was going to tell her, ‘I’m sorry, darling, I just have to get something done last minute.’ He’d ask her to wait in reception, I just knew he would. Like the pathetic loser he was. He’d say he’d only be twenty minutes, but I knew full well that it would take him an hour at least to get the information I’d asked him for. I’d seen to it that it would. Which would give me the time alone with Annie that I needed.Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, I got an email from Dolores in reception. I had told her to email me when Pete Robinson’s wife was here. Moments later, I was strolling through reception with an empty file that I’d picked up as a prop, so it looked like I was busy, just passing by. There she was, sexy little Annie, sitting in an easy chair in a neat black overcoat.“It’s… it’s Annie, isn’t it?” I said as I approached, catching her eye as she looked up from her phone. “We met at the party last weekend,” holding out my hand.“Yes. Dikmen Escort Bayan Oh yes, you remembered.” She seemed genuinely delighted.“Of course, I remembered. So you’re here to meet Peter?”“Yes. We’re going out tonight.”“The anniversary meal, you said, yes? Is he on his way down?”“He said he’d be a little while. Something came up last minute, he said.”“Oh. No. That’s my fault. Well, not mine, but a meeting I have tomorrow. Peter’s helping me. I’m so sorry, I hope I haven’t ruined your plans.”“He said he wouldn’t be too long. Please don’t worry.”“Listen, come up and wait in my office. It’s cold and draughty in this reception in the evenings. Come up and have a drink and enjoy the view from the fifteenth floor. It’s the least I can do.”“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to impose.”“Nonsense! You’ll do as I say,” I said laughing, “It’s partly my fault you’re waiting at all so at least let me make you comfortable while you do.”My hand was on her elbow, gently lifting her.“Ok, if you’re sure.”“Never been surer!” I said, smiling. I was sure how much I was going to plow her pussy.Minutes later, we were back in my office. I had already pulled the blinds on the glass walls that separated it from the rest of the open-plan floor. So we had all the privacy I’d need.As well as my big antique mahogany desk, I had a few bookcases and display units and a leather Chesterfield couch and armchairs. The view, especially at dusk, was amazing. Overlooking the river with the lights from the city, and especially the bridge, making twinkling reflections on the water as boats meandered their way along it.“Drink?” I said, showing Annie to the couch. “Here, let me take your coat.”She shrugged it off and handed it to me. Fuck she looked hot! Her little black dress was tight in all the right places. She looked like a Barbie doll, only real. My cock stretched and grew in my pants. God I loved fucking other men’s wives.“So, what can I get Escort Dikmen you?” I said, walking over to the drinks cabinet.“Ooh. Are you sure? Well… a G&T would be really lovely, thank you.” She flashed me a big smile and fluttered her big eyelashes.“G&T it is,” I said and went to make her one.“What a wonderful view,” she said as I finished making us both a drink. I turned to see her standing by the big window. I walked up next to her and handed her the G&T.“Well it’s better than sitting there by yourself in that drab old reception,” I said, moving close. She smelled so fucking good. A Chanel perfume, I was sure.My hand moved down and rested purposefully on her ass. I cupped most of her buttock in my hand, and after a second or two, squeezed it slowly, gently, but nice and firm. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move a muscle.“Will Peter be long, do you think?” she asked, still accepting my hand on her ass, her eyes fixed on the view.“At least another forty minutes,” I said, my hand pulling at the back of her skirt, my hand pushing underneath and resting on bare, warm ass flesh. My fingers searched between her buttocks, stroking the very top of her thigh. She leaned against me and parted her legs a little.“Mmmm. So are you going to fuck me whilst my husband works late for you?”Her free hand moved across and felt for my cock through the front of my pants. She found it and her fingernails scraped along the outline, causing it to twitch and grow harder.“I’m going to fuck your tight little holes and pump you full of my cum. Leave you with something to take with you on your anniversary dinner.”“Fuck. Yes. I want that.”She dropped to the floor in front of me and unzipped my fly, her hand easing my cock out. Eight inches and thick, she was quite pleased when she had her fingers around it.“Oh God yes. You are so much bigger than my husband. He really has quite a small cock.”With that, she licked slowly around the end of my cock. Her eyes looked up at me as she licked, then she lifted my cock up and licked along the bottom of my shaft, her tongue teasing my balls when she reached them. I smiled. I had just known she was a dirty little slut. With a husband like hers, she must be absolutely gagging for cock 24/7.