Series:Never Have an Affair With Your Boss
   Author:Cleevedreams
 Subtitle:Never Have an Affair With Your Boss Pt. 1
   Teaser:My first 'proper' job, but no one warned me about the boss
 Category:Erotic Couplings
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/never-have-an-affair-with-your-boss
Published:2023-08-14
A self indulgent fantasy with the characters lacking any self control and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh.

Leaning on coincidence, I've found that strange coincidences do happen in life.

Again the decision or indecision of which genre to put this in. Readers will always disagree.

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When you're only twenty three and in your first 'proper job' you have to be quick thinking in making judgements about those around you.

Rosemary Morgan was one of those. I'd met her at my interview along with the senior partner, but that situation was very formal, and very structured. When I got the job and knew that I'd be in her team it didn't faze me, she was an attractive woman, if not a little curt.

To explain. I was fresh out of university and this job was in a medium sized accountancy firm in a large city in the UK. I still lived with my parents just a twenty minute train ride from where the job was. I considered that a pretty good situation, at least to begin with.

The others in the office, about a dozen in Rosemary Morgan's team, were a complete mixture of ages, of sexes, of backgrounds, pretty diverse all in all.

I realised quickly that they weren't a bad lot, however they were all slightly wary of the 'boss.'

I could see that completely, which is why it threw me when after a week I began to be aware of the way she spoke to me. It was never in the open office, it seemed it was just on the few occasions when I was in her personal office discussing some account or other.

There were little innuendos, holding eye contact with me, playing with her hair while talking to me.

Now I wasn't completely naive, but I hadn't a long history of relationships with women. I'd probably had a bit more than most young men of my age, however it consisted of essentially three women.

The first was Linda, the girl at college that took my virginity in the most embarrassing way. The way that all young guys dread. The fumbling promise of your first sex and then when it happens the dismal failure of lasting only a couple of minutes. We did get better at it, but it was never earth shattering.

Then there was Vanessa, the third year student who I met as a first year at uni. She made it clear from the start what she wanted. Me! And she taught me a lot. Of course it finished when she graduated and then went abroad to work, but we still keep in touch every now and again on social media.

Finally there was Mrs Phillips, a fifty two year old divorcee, who I did some gardening for between terms. Not so much gardening, more helping with the state of her libido. She was insatiable and never was any part time holiday wage earned so much.

So I wasn't totally unaware of the body language and little signals that women sometimes emitted. However this was my superior, my boss, the one who decided if I was competent, and like Mrs Phillips, a woman of mature years.

I decided that I wouldn't react in any specific way, just in case I was mistaken, and my mind was playing tricks. After all this was my first taste of a real career.

When three weeks had past Alison, who'd been with the company for just over a year, said to me, "When's your first appraisal?"

"I think it's after about a month," I replied, "why?"

"Oh no reason, my first one was a bit longer than that because she was on holiday."

"It must have been okay, you're still here!" I chuckled.

Alison smiled, "Yes it was okay, but she tells it like it is, warts and all. I was in there for an hour after work, I think she was pretty pleased with me. I've got my yearly one in a couple of weeks."

"You've made me nervous now," I said.

"You'll be okay," she replied, "I think she's taken a shine to you."

I must have pulled a face.

Alison went on, "I've seen the way she acts around you, remember I can see through the glass of her office from my desk."

"Stop it, you're teasing."

"Maybe," she said with a little giggle.

It made me think again, if someone else had noticed then I hadn't been completely wrong.

Coincidentally a couple of hours later I got the summons.

"Tom, we need to get your appraisal done this week, can you stop behind on Thursday evening, it shouldn't take too long?"

Rosemary was speaking towards me from the doorway of her office as I sat at my desk.

"Yes, certainly, that's fine," I replied.

"Good," was her reply before going back inside.

"See!" Alison whispered, "the moment of truth."

I was tempted to give a rude sign, but I didn't know Alison that well at that stage.

Sandeep, an older Asian guy, muttered, "You'll do okay mate, it's no big deal."

Despite all the reassurances I was distinctly nervous as Thursday approached. I made sure that all the files I was working on were up to date and as the office emptied out the moment arrived when Rosemary beckoned me in.

She could tell straightaway I was a little apprehensive.

"There's no need to worry Tom, come on in, take a seat."

Rather than sit behind her desk she'd brought her office chair to one side and pulled my chair into a position facing her. As she sat down I couldn't help glancing at the way she crossed her legs and the rounded curve of her thighs in her pencil skirt. I randomly wondered if she wore stockings and mentally told myself to 'get a grip.'

"Good night Geraldine," she shouted through the office door as the last person left for home.

Turning to me she began, "Now young Tom, I hope you don't mind me calling you 'young,' I'm very pleased with you so far."

I smiled and relaxed a little.

"You've shown good initiative and when you've needed help you've either asked one of the others or come to me, that's good."

"Thank you," I muttered, waiting for her to continue.

"What do you think of everything so far?"

I wasn't expecting to be asked a question so early into the appraisal, and I stuttered a bit.

"Yes… yes, it's been good, it's all new of course, but yes I'm enjoying it."

"Good, and how do you find your work colleagues, are they being supportive?"

"They're brilliant, everyone's made me very welcome."

'And what do you think of me?"

It was a moment when I wanted to disappear into a hole in the floor, I must have gone red looking downwards, and quickly said, "You're lovely," and realised straightaway I'd probably chosen the wrong word, I corrected myself, "I mean you're great, someone who I look up to."

It all sounded very odd and Rosemary burst out laughing.

"Well I've rarely been called 'lovely' in an appraisal, but I'll take it Tom," she replied, still giggling, uncrossing and crossing her legs again. This time she didn't tug at the hem of her skirt, but allowed it to ride up a couple of inches.

"All in all you've made a good start, and so you've no need to worry," she went on, and just for a moment twirled her fingers through her auburn hair.

"So anyway it's all good, no more interrogation," she smiled and stood up, tugging her skirt down over her hips, "just one other question Tom, do you have a girlfriend?"

It was another totally unexpected one.

"Er no, not at the moment," I must have looked a bit puzzled.

"Okay, sorry perhaps I shouldn't have asked that, I'd seen you chatting with Alison quite a bit."

Rosemary had a sort of mischievous smirk on her face.

I blushed and replied, "No we're just friends, she's not my type."

"Apologies, I won't ask what your type is."

It was the flirting again, or at least that's the way I read it.

She changed the subject, "What time's your train home?"

"They're fourteen minutes past the hour," I replied.

"You live in Roughton don't you?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well I live in Little Broxby so I go past there, would you like a lift tonight, seeing as I've made you late?"

She gave me no chance to reply, "Come on, it's no problem, let me lock up and set the alarm, just wait outside by the lift."

I felt really awkward standing so close to Rosemary in the lift, my nostrils were taking in her perfume, and I felt quite relieved as we stepped out to take the short walk into the underground car park.

The click clacking of her stilettos echoed around the concrete interior and I drew a deep breath when I saw her Porsche.

"Excuse me while I change my shoes, I can't drive in these," she said as she opened the passenger door and took some flat shoes off the seat. I watched as she slipped out of her heels, holding onto the car and standing on one leg to put her driving shoes on. I couldn't help but see her skirt ride up and it confirmed my suspicion about the stockings.

I wasn't sure if she caught me looking, she just said, "In you get," and threw her heels over the back of the seat.

I did get in and waited for her to put her briefcase in the boot. Again I enjoyed the view of her legs as she got behind the wheel.

The journey home felt a bit awkward at first, and then became a series of questions about my family, my uni days, and generally this and that.

"You'll have to direct me this last bit," she added until we drew up outside my house.

"See you in the morning Tom, I hope we know a bit more about each other now."

We both smiled and I went indoors to the inevitable barrage of questions about who the woman in the Porsche was.

"It's my boss!" I replied, and was met with even more questions.

Everything was fine at work for the next few weeks. Rosemary still continued to be quite familiar with me when we were out of earshot of the rest of the office. It was one weekend when it all began to change.

Jed, my best friend from uni came to stay for the weekend. He'd got a job in London so we didn't have much opportunity to meet up. Mum and dad knew him well and the Friday evening was spent at home with all of us enjoying a take away Indian meal and lots of lager.

Jed and I decided that on Saturday evening we'd go into town and visit a couple of pubs that played live music, and maybe go to a club afterwards. Mum said that she wasn't expecting us back anytime early and would let us sleep in on Sunday morning.

Needless to say we drank quite a bit in both pubs before we moved onto a club that I'd been to a couple of times before. It was heaving and the dance floor was crazy. We hung about in a lounge area at the side of the venue and tried to hold a conversation with a great deal of difficulty. We made our first drink last as the prices were obscene. A couple of girls who looked about our age, but could well have been much younger, made a giggly play for us. They gave up when Jed playfully starting talking to them with a twitch in his face and a stammer in his voice.

We'd been there for an hour before we tried to decide whether to move on to another club or go home. I was casually leaning on a chrome barrier with my back to the dance floor when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Fancy seeing you here young man!"

I saw Jed's face light up and I turned around to see Rosemary standing there. It was Rosemary yes, but not as I knew her. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her face, with its eye shadow, eyeliner, bright red lipstick and her hair in plaits carefully positioned either side of her head. I couldn't avoid looking down at the dress she wore, skin tight and low cut, showing the swell of her breasts.

"Errrr… Rosemary, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Obviously not. I'm with Maddy here, we're celebrating, would you believe, it's her divorce, and I wasn't expecting to see you here either!"

Maddy stood there in an equally tight dress. She was probably slightly younger than Rosemary and had black hair down to her shoulders along with slightly more subtle make up and a smile that would make men go weak at the knees.

I wasn't sure what to say next except, "Can I get you two a drink?"

"Okay Tom, yes, we'll just have a beer, thanks, it's expensive here."

I left Jed with the two of them and went to get the beers. By the time I'd returned they'd found three stools against a narrow bar at the side of the lounge. To my amazement he was engrossed in deep face to face conversation with Maddy, and from what I could hear it wasn't about politics or religion.

"Thanks Tom, your friend seems to have made a bit of a hit with Maddy. I'm not sure he's in the same age bracket, but she seems quite taken with him."

"I'm not surprised," I said above the noise, "he could chat up anyone, I can't leave him alone for five minutes."

"So you've been out on the town, where have you been?"

"Just to a couple of pubs then we came here, we were actually thinking of heading home when you arrived."

"We were too, like I said Maddy's divorce came through and we decided to celebrate. She lives in town not far from here so it's convenient if we want a night out…"

I saw her expression change and she added, "Oh my word, I think we'd better leave now!"

I glanced behind me and Jed seemed to be playing tongue tennis with Maddy.

Rosemary shouted above the music, "Hey you two, we're going. Can you manage to get back to the flat?"

Maddy must have realised that the drink had got to her when she stood up. Smoothing her dress down she took half a step back from Jed.

"Are we inviting these two back? For coffee?" she asked Rosemary.

Perhaps, a bit surprised, Rosemary replied, "If you want to, I'm okay with Tom coming back," then with heavy sarcasm she added, "I'm not sure about you with his friend?"

Jed was clearly very keen, Maddy had a momentary second thought.

"Okay, but just for coffee."

"C'mon then,' Rosemary had now taken charge and she led us out onto the street where there were the usual drunks staggering around. It was probably a good thing we were escorting them back.

In front of us Maddy was wobbling a bit on her heels and eventually she took Jed's arm to avoid falling over. Rosemary saw the wisdom in that and grabbed mine.

"I hope to god no one from the office sees us, this isn't a good look!" She was giggling and apparently had had just as much to drink as Maddy.

"You're not dressed in your business stuff, so you're not immediately recognisable," I joked, looking down at her cleavage.

She appeared not to notice under the street lights, but added, "No, I think I've overdone it a bit tonight."

"I wouldn't say that." The remark felt again like a flirt.

Maddy's flat was literally five minutes away. By the time all four of us got into the lift Jed had got an arm around Maddy's waist. She didn't seem to object and allowed him to escort her like that along the corridor to her front door.

Rosemary and I followed separately behind, she was now walking without needing to hang onto anyone.

"Coffee everyone?" Maddy shouted as we entered a very comfortable flat.

"I'll do it," Rosemary interrupted, "you put the music on."

I followed her into the kitchen area of the open plan lounge, while Jed and Maddy were at the far side, poring over the small hi fi unit. I was expecting nineties stuff, but some modern jazz began to play. I got the mugs out of a cupboard while Rosemary percolated the coffee.

By the time she'd made it we could both see Jed and Maddy kissing yet again.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid this might not end well," Rosemary spoke quietly.

Even as she spoke the two of them disappeared into one of the bedrooms.

"Shall I take their coffee into them?" I said with a jokey smile.

Rosemary half frowned. "Let's just sit down and drink ours, I'm not sure what you think, but I'm inclined to leave them to it and get off home. Is Jed meant to be staying with you?"

I was just explaining how he was here for the weekend when the first sounds came from the bedroom.

"Oh no!" Rosemary groaned.

I saw her face blush as we both heard Maddy cry out, "Yes, oh yes, Jed!"

When the sounds of the bed creaking began to make a steady rhythm, Rosemary couldn't look at me.

"This is so embarrassing," she whispered.

I chuckled, "It's not how I imagined the night turning out, I must say."

"Oh god… oh god… OH GOD!… DON'T STOP… JED!" Maddy seemed close to orgasm.

"Let's get a taxi shall we, we can share it, I'm going your way." Rosemary was fidgeting with embarrassment.

"FUCKKKKKKK!" Maddy yelled as we shut the flat door and made our way to the lift, this time Rosemary clutching my arm.

"I'm sorry my friend has stolen your friend, I can only say it's probably because she's got her divorce and it's some kind of release or revenge."

"Possibly," I replied, "I guess Jed wasn't going to refuse. Now are you going to be warm enough, I reckon there'll be a taxi back around the corner?"

Without thinking I put my arm around her shoulder as she shivered slightly. She said nothing and as luck would have it there was a black cab approaching.

Once inside we told the cabbie 'Roughton' and Rosemary soon began to feel a bit warmer.

"Has it spoiled your evening Tom?"

"No," I chuckled, "has it yours?"

"Not really, I guess I'm sort of jealous of Maddy in a way."

Realising what she'd said she hastened to correct it.

"I mean… not like that… I mean…"

I pressed a finger to her lips and said, "Shush… I know what you mean and I feel a bit like that too."

The slight intimacy of touching her lips felt quite daring, the alcohol had got to me too. It must have triggered something in her as well.

She looked at me in the dim light of the cab and grabbed my wrist, lowering it down and resting my hand on her thigh.

"Kiss me Tom."

I stared in disbelief, hesitating. It felt like my heart had stopped, it was thumping out of my chest when our lips met. We kissed softly for a few seconds.

In what seemed like some fantasy she went on, "This is crazy Tom, I hope I won't regret it."

I could hardly hear her at first, then more loudly she called out, "Can you go onto to Little Broxby cabbie?"

The cabbie grunted in reply before Rosemary reached up to kiss me again, this time with a hunger and a passion. It felt quite bizarre. Apart from kissing a much older woman this was my boss.

Caution had been thrown to the wind by both of us, a hurried address was given to the cabbie before more kissing and finally the fare was being paid.

"You're gonna have to be damned quiet about this," Rosemary was saying as she fumbled with the key. The alarm was buzzing and again in a rush she missed the first pin entry.

"Fuck!… you get upstairs."

I went first not knowing where I was going at the top.

She caught up with me and said, "Here this way." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom.

Throwing her arms around my neck she was pressing the whole of her body up against me and searching with her tongue and mouth.

"Unzip me Tom," adding, "get undressed, before I come to my senses!"

I struggled out of my clothes as quickly as possible. Rosemary peeled off her dress and in the dim light of the bedroom I could see her in just a bra and thong.

I was standing naked when she reached up to kiss me again. I was hard and it was unavoidable that my erect cock pressed up against her. She seemed to rock her body from side to side, rubbing herself against it.

I reached behind her to unclasp her bra letting it drop from her shoulders onto the floor, followed by a rather clumsy struggle to slide her thong down. Now I was able to press my chest up against her breasts as they hung free.

I pushed her away slightly lowering my head, but before I could kiss her nipples she said, "Let's get on the bed Tom."

Half shuffling and with little steps she fell backwards, pulling me on top of her. Her thighs spread wide and my lower body went between them. She pulled my head towards her to kiss me again.

"Tom, I haven't been with a man for over a year."

I smiled and mumbled, "I've never been with a woman quite like you, ever," and kissed her again.

I was about to take things quite slowly, wanting to please her with patience, but Rosemary didn't want that at all. She was already incredibly aroused.

She raised her knees either side of my thighs and wriggled her hips searching for my cock, pressing her body upwards.

I was so hard that my cock seemed to find her pussy moist and ready. I pushed inside her just a little, and she gasped over my shoulder. In moments her legs had encircled me, tight behind my buttocks, and I slid more deeply into her.

"Mmmmm… TOM!" she groaned.

She was like a velvet glove and impatiently she was moving her body, flexing her hips up against me. I was being taken for a ride.

Up on my elbows I could see her face, eyes closed, mouth half open.

"Yes Tom oh yes, my god, please… just fuck me."

Those words were almost whispered, a plea, and I couldn't quite believe I was fucking my boss.

I buried my face in her neck, her arms were clinging around mine and both our bodies seemed to meld together.

I had no sense of time, but I knew I could easily make her cum. She was panting within minutes, little moans of pleasure were just behind my ear. The panting became more rhythmical until she was holding her breath every few seconds.

"Oh god… I'm cumming… oh fuck!" she hissed.

Her body clung to me, she was silent for just a few seconds and then she exploded, shaking, clinging to me as I continued to thrust slowly inside her. Incredibly the moaning went on and she cried out again when another orgasm seemed to follow.

I was ready too. I couldn't hold back and as I grunted and held my cock deep inside her she gasped again, "Yes Tom, go on… yes."

I jerked and jerked again, pumping spunk deep into her until my whole body seemed to collapse on top of her.

"Gosh Tom you're a bit heavy," she murmured, before I rolled aside, leaving a dribble of semen spreading across her thigh.

"Tom, you don't need any appraisal from me for that performance," she said breathlessly.

I was catching my breath too, and didn't reply straightaway.

Rosemary spoke again, regretfully in a way, "This was very wrong Tom, it's all my fault, if this gets out we'll both be losing our jobs."

I lifted myself up on one elbow and gently kissed her nipple, "It won't get out, not from me."

"It can't happen again," she insisted, "and stop doing that please, it's just too nice."

I giggled and reached over to kiss the other one, at which point she tried to push me away.

"Stop it, we have to talk!"

I lay back on the pillow and waited for Rosemary to speak.

"This definitely can't happen again." she was insistent now, and had obviously sobered up considerably.

"I suppose not," I replied.

"No suppose! It can't!" It was Rosemary's turn to lift herself up on her elbow, looking down at me.

"Yes… yes, I understand, I do," I admitted.

"I'll have to talk to Maddy as well. God! She started all this!"

"I'd better text Jed too, we can't really get back to my house at different times, besides he hasn't got a key."

"Hmmmm, be careful what you say. They both think you've gone home!"

I didn't really know how to phrase it. I texted, 'Not sure if you're still at Maddy's. Don't tell her I'm at Rosemary's! I can meet you outside Maddy's at 6.30 in the morning so we can go home together. Let me know if you can.'

"Look I've sent this, do you mind driving me into town for six thirty in the morning?"

Rosemary read the text and agreed it was the best way to go.

"Will Jed keep quiet about this?"

"Yes, he's a good lad, but he might have left already. I think he'd probably text me if he had."

The phone pinged with just the reply I wanted. 'All good, see you at 6.30.'

"That's okay then, as long as you don't mind driving me in, it's quarter to three now."

"Hmmmmm, you'd better get some sleep then, set your alarm, I'll go and sleep in the spare room."

"What! No! You can't! Not after… well you can't."

Rosemary looked grumpy and unsure.

"Then you sleep right over on that side, and I'll move over here. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom now."

I wasn't tired at all, I waited listening to the sound of the toilet flushing and the tap running and watched her return.

"You sure you don't want to wear a full length dressing gown?" I said sarcastically.

"A good idea if you think I need it," she replied, "now you go to sleep."

Rosemary lay on her side of the bed, on her side, with her back to me. I simply lay on my back, wide awake, wondering how I would face her in the office on Monday, which, at three 'o clock, was now tomorrow.

I heard her slowly drop off to sleep, the soft sound of breathing, and I kept looking at the curve of her spine and the gentle flow of her buttocks.

I'd begun to feel sleepy when she must have started dreaming and muttering in her sleep. It caused her to roll more towards me, more onto her back. Daringly I put one hand lightly on her hip bone. When I was sure that I'd not woken her I pulled just a little. She seemed to stir and rolled completely onto her back.

I kept still and took my hand away, listening to her sleep sounds with occasional indistinguishable words.

She looked beautiful in the moonlight from outside, and I thought of the sex we'd had in the hour before. As I held my cock in one hand and squeezed, it made me get another erection.

Dare I touch her again?

I rolled on my side and with no bodily contact I lowered my head and kissed the nearest nipple. She shifted slightly and there was a soft moan. I did it again and this time placed my lips around it and ran the tip of my tongue over it.

She woke up.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a sort of languid way.

"Just playing," I whispered back.

"You shouldn't, I told you."

There was still no anger or annoyance.

I ignored what she said and gently sucked her nipple again.

"Tom, stop it, I told you."

She still sounded half asleep, but as she shifted again her arm slipped down between us and her hand accidentally touched my erection.

"Oh god, you're bloody horny again," she sighed.

It was a green light to me. I lifted myself up and kissed her lips, and to my surprise she responded. When the kiss finished she spoke in the same quiet, resigned way.

"We mustn't Tom, really we mustn't."

There was no resistance when I slipped down the bed and rolled between her knees and pushed my face between her thighs.

"Oh gosh Tom… oh please… OH NO!"

Her thighs parted and I began to lap at her pussy. Immediately she began to groan in what could only be described as pure pleasure.

"Tom… Tom… please… please."

The 'please' either meant 'stop' or 'more.' I knew which one.

"Oh god… mmmmmm… ohhhhh… yes… mmmmmmm!"

As I licked up over her clit she jumped, "FUCK!" she moaned and then she began the slow journey towards her point of no return. It took all of about ten minutes before she shuddered to a climax, her lower body shivering and her voice crying out some softly spoken swear words.

"I told you no!" she moaned unconvincingly.

"You did," I replied moving up beside her, still with my cock erect.

Gripping it she said, very deliberately, "Then let me do something about that, but this is definitely the last time."

"What if I say no?" I chuckled.

"Sod off and lie back, I've not done this for ages."

When she took me in her mouth it was my turn to moan. Despite what Rosemary had said she was an expert. Sucking, swirling her tongue everywhere, she soon had me close to cumming, She seemed to slow up and I was realising that she was trying to tease me.

"Please, Rosemary, c'mon… please!"

She chuckled and relented. Bobbing her head up and down I groaned loudly, until with a long low grunt I began to spurt into the back of her mouth as her tongue licked upwards under my cock.

"Oh fuck," was all I said, feeling her swallow every drop.

"There, now that's the end, no more Tom, I'm the boss again! Now go to sleep!"

I was exhausted and did go straight to sleep. I'd set the alarm for five forty five, and it seemed I'd only slept for five minutes. In the dawn light I subconsciously reached out to hug Rosemary which woke her. I almost apologised when she rolled over towards me and then she realised where she was.

She didn't push me away, but simply said, "We must get up, what time is it?"

"Quarter to six, it can only take about a quarter of an hour to get to Maddy's at this time on a Sunday morning."

"Yes, but I told you there has to be an end to this Tom, now let me go and take a shower."

She seemed much more determined this time so I replied, "Okay, I'll join you."

"No you won't, you've had your fun, I told you I'm the boss again now."

I watched as she disappeared into her en-suite, and I heard the water flowing. I got out of bed collecting my clothes together and heard the shower turn off.

"Can I come in now?" I asked.

"You want a shower too?"

"Yes please," I replied.

"Come on in then," and I stepped through the doorway.

Rosemary had turned the water back on.

"It's the right temperature for me," she said, holding a towel around her in the very steamy space. "There's a spare towel here."

I stuck one hand under the running water and asked, "Which control is the temperature?"

"That one there," she said reaching across me to point to it.

I grabbed her arm and smiled, "And where is the soap?"

"Stop it Tom, the shower gel is in that blue bottle, now let me go please."

"Spoilsport," I grinned even wider, "you're not going to help me?"

"I told you, stop it."

I let go of her arm and as she stepped back she saw my cock growing yet again.

"Tom! What is wrong with you, you're sex mad!"

"So are you, for someone who hasn't had sex for a long time."

She looked away, "That's not my fault, anyway tonight's been enough to last for ages."

My cock grew more until it was almost at forty five degrees and I saw her glance at it again.

"Come here, we've got time," I said taking hold of her hand and tugging her gently.

I knew I'd won when she didn't pull back. The towel was dropped and I pulled her into a kiss at the entrance to the shower.

"Tom… Tom, for god's sake I don't know what's wrong with both of us."

We stepped under the water and I took the shower gel bottle and squeezed some gel generously over my chest. Rubbing it all over I handed the bottle to Rosemary. She turned the shower down to a trickle and we both began soaping each other all over.

"Turn round, bend over," I said in my most authoritative voice. She didn't object and clutching onto the small shelf she spread her legs and bent forwards.

I lowered myself down a little and took my soapy cock in my hand and directed it between her ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck Tom," was all she said as she pushed back.

I slid inside her so easily, and we began to fuck. It was awkward and it was difficult and it was slippery.

Rosemary stopped pushing, "This isn't gonna work Tom," she paused, "let me see you wank yourself."

She said it with a mischievous smile and I stepped back thinking how erotic that might be. She turned to face me and immediately put her hand between her thighs.

"I'll do it too," she was almost giggling, "now hurry we haven't got long."

She leaned back against the tiles and slowly slid to the floor with her knees up and legs apart and began to rub her clit and fuck herself with her fingers.

I stood there and began to stroke my cock with one hand, increasing the movement as I watched her. It was a massive turn on watching her cum. She had her eyes closed and groaned out loud. I was much slower, but was soon ready.

"Do it over me, here anywhere, cum over me Tom."

I gritted my teeth and groaned, standing closer, above her, until I grunted and my spunk began shooting in drops over her breasts, over her face and finally over my knuckles.

She was giggling as she stood up, licking the spunk that had dribbled down her nose towards her mouth. Turning the shower back on we washed it all away.

"Now for god's sake Tom get dressed, we're gonna be late."

As it happened we were in her Porsche by five past six. The journey consisted of Rosemary telling me how we shouldn't have done anything, and repeatedly telling me no one should ever know anything about it. Of course I reassured her and when we saw Jed standing outside Maddy's she pulled up a little way away and said, "See you tomorrow as normal!" and I was given a peck on the cheek to send me on my way.

I smiled at Jed, and he smiled back.

"Fuck, what a night," he said, "she's an incredible woman that Maddy, how did you get on?"

As we walked to find a taxi I went into serious mode and explained.

"Look Jed, I slept with Rosemary too and she's my boss! If anyone finds out we'll both get the chop so I'm relying on you not saying anything to Maddy. All she need know is that I got a lift home and came back for you this morning. Anyway are you seeing her again?"

"Probably, it's difficult with me living in London, but she said I can come and stay the weekend in a few weeks time."

Jed's phone pinged, and he smiled when he read the text.

"Her?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, "she definitely wants to see me again!"

Mum and dad were always pretty good about not asking where I'd been when I stopped out all night. Jed and I said that we'd stopped at a friend's house, which they probably took with a pinch of salt.

We slept until lunchtime and still bleary eyed we retired to my room before he got the train back to London. In the privacy of my bedroom he'd revealed some of the antics that he and Maddy had got up to in the night. She was clearly a very needy, sexy lady. What was surprising were some of the things that she'd said about Rosemary.

Maddy was definitely under the impression that Rosemary had gone with me in a taxi to drop me off at home after we'd left her flat. It all seemed good.

First thing next day the shout came from Rosemary's office.

"Tom… can you come in for a moment please?"

I was half expecting the invitation and Alison whispered a sarcastic comment as I got up from my desk and I gave her the customary hidden finger.

"Shut the door Tom."

I stood there waiting.

"I thought I'd better get things straight before the week started."

Rosemary had lowered her voice.

"The weekend shouldn't have happened the way it did. It was my fault, but I think we need to be clear about the way we behave at work."

Rosemary's words were a little ambiguous to me. Did she mean that as long as we were professional and showed no familiarity then we could carry on 'out of work?'

"I think you know how that works, I just have to rely on you not to be indiscreet in the smallest way. I've spoken to Maddy and heard about her weekend, but she still doesn't know about us. So make sure Jed doesn't let the cat out of the bag can you?"

"Yes, I'll speak to him again, I know he's visiting her again in a week or two."

"Okay, thank you, any personal communication between us must be outside of work and outside of office hours. Understood?"

I looked at Rosemary seeing both authority mixed with empathy.

"Yes I understand completely, thank you."

"I'm not sure what you're thanking me for, but at least we know the parameters, now get back to work."

"That was a rollicking," Alison said quietly as I sat back down looking straight faced.

"Hmmmmm, Monday morning blues, she must have had a bad weekend," I replied softly.

"She needs a good seeing to," Alison giggled slightly, not realising the irony in her comment.

Monday passed off in a regular way, I had no further conversation with Rosemary until I left for the railway station.

"Goodnight Tom," she said as I walked past her office door. I looked at her briefly and she smiled without anyone else seeing. I was waiting on the platform when a text arrived.

"I wanted you to fuck me across my desk today!'

My mouth dropped open and I read it several times before I replied.

'That would have broken our agreement.' I wrote sarcastically.

There was no reply until I was on the train.

'Wait at Roughton station, I'll be there asap.'

That did take my breath away. The journey wasn't long and I hung around, out of sight, beside a vending machine. It was another fifteen minutes before the Porsche pulled up.

"Get in, quickly."

We had pulled away in the direction of Little Broxby before she spoke.

"Text your mum, say you've got to work late, or you've met a friend, or something."

I sent a lame excuse to mum and then said to Rosemary, "This is a bit of a surprise."

Rosemary's left hand left the steering wheel and rested straight onto my crotch, squeezing gently, feeling the shape of my cock.

"I need you, maybe I need to see if you're real, and I've not been drinking this time."

I sat quietly, my cock responding to the attention and I could see Rosemary visibly smiling at her ability to arouse me. As soon as we pulled into her drive we both seemed to hurry to get to the front door.

I went to grab her and kiss her.

"Not here, inside!"

As soon as the front door shut, and she'd switched off the alarm, we were in each others arms, me thrusting my body and it's erection up against her. Rosemary was clamping her arms around my neck and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"Upstairs!"

It seemed our conversation was a series of one word instructions or answers. She was dragging me upstairs and, at the same time, trying to undress herself unsuccessfully. Once in the bedroom we were soon naked and Rosemary took over.

Shoving me towards the bed I fell backwards and she straddled my thighs, edging forwards until her pussy found the head of my cock. Forcing herself down she groaned loudly.

"Oh fuck, I've wanted this all day."

Her pussy was like a honeypot, enveloping me totally in its slippery wetness.

"Tom, oh Tom, I think you're very real."

With her hands flat on my chest she began to rise and fall slowly, pleasing herself at her own pace, using me to give herself the pleasure that she wanted.

I looked up watching her eyes open and close, sometimes looking blankly ahead, other times catching my eyes and half smiling. Her mouth was half open and she was breathing through it in gasps. Little gasps that became rhythmic moans which were bringing her closer to her orgasm.

"Oh Tom, I want this to go on for ever, oh gosh, don't cum yet."

"I won't," I whispered and she bent forwards to kiss me before sitting upright again.

She went from her slow movements up and down to pushing all of me deep within her and twerking her hips back and forth. That accelerated her demise. She couldn't go on teasing herself and with ever increasing moans she told me, "I'm gonna cum Tom… ohhhhh Jesus!"

She held still, she threw her head back, she gasped out loud, and shuddered. Her fingers gripped, digging into my shoulders with her nails.

I needed release too and catching her by surprise I rolled her sideways, throwing myself on top of her, immediately thrusting into her like some dog on heat.

With a final thrust I came, holding myself inside her while I emptied myself completely.

"Tom… Tom… oh god Tom!"

Rosemary could feel me coating her cervix with my semen, the physical jerking inside her pumping more and more from within me.

When we'd finally collapsed side by side there was just the sound of our breathing and the soft sounds of satisfaction. Eventually we rolled together again and kissed gently.

"Are we gonna do this every night?" I joked.

"Tom, I'm sorry, this is so selfish, pure lust… I seem to keep apologising don't I?"

"You can keep doing it as far as I'm concerned."

"No, it's not fair, you need to find someone younger… like Alison."

I chuckled, "Bloody hell, I can't imagine doing this with her."

"I mean it Tom, I'm far too old for you, anyway I've got to get you home!"

I looked downcast, "Can't I stay a bit longer?" I asked as I leaned over to kiss her nipple.

Shouting she said, "Stop that, you don't get round me like that!" Pushing me away she added, "besides I don't want to risk alerting your parents to this stuff going on in your life. Talk about unprofessional."

Rosemary dropped me in the next road to mine and kissed me once before driving off. In two hours I'd fucked my boss yet again, or perhaps I should say she fucked me.

The rest of the week our contact was restrained enough to just texting. The upcoming weekend was to be a forced break in our relationship. Rosemary was going to stay with a friend in north London. I had the two days to myself and had nothing planned. It gave me time to think, despite the many texts exchanged.

As it happened my parents had been invited to a barbecue by some old friends and uncharacteristically I decided to go along too. It was partly because Nancy, their daughter, worked for a law firm in Manchester that I'd almost applied to work for. That was before I finally opted to do accountancy. I'd known her quite well over the years growing up, in fact my parents were her godparents.

When she knew I was going to the barbecue I got a message on Facebook saying how great it would be to catch up.

Fortunately the weather was kind and when we arrived Nancy was full of the fun I'd always known. She'd had her hair cut much shorter and had slimmed down. She gave the impression of being a lot more sophisticated than the last time we'd met. However, Vicky, her friend was the other surprise.

A busty redhead, with green eyes and freckles across the top of her nose, she greeted me with such a smile, as Nancy introduced us.

"Tom, don't get any ideas, Vicky is not available, she has a new boyfriend who she is missing very much this weekend!"

Vicky blushed slightly and interrupted her. "C'mon, we've only had two dates Nancy!"

I was a bit embarrassed by that comment and snubbed Nancy by adding, "All's fair in love and war."

"Hmmmmm," groaned Nancy, "yes but I know you, I remember Vanessa and Mrs Phillips!"

I must have blushed, and Vicky spoke up, "I can take care of myself Nancy, I'm sure Tom is the perfect gentleman."

Both Nancy and Vicky burst into fits of giggling before Nancy's dad interrupted us with offers of drinks.

All three of us got our drinks and went outside into the garden where I proceeded to interrogate Vicky about the career she'd chosen and the firm she worked for in Manchester. When she heard that I'd considered applying to them she seemed amused and told me how great they were.

Nancy felt a bit left out of the chat so wandered off to help her dad with the barbecue. It left me and Vicky sitting on a garden bench next to a bubbling water feature and surrounded by the scent of lavender.

The conversation continued while I explained why I'd chosen accountancy as opposed to law. In turn she explained that she'd had a few disrupted teenage years after her parents break up and had lived with her dad in Manchester until she got her own town centre apartment.

When Nancy returned she looked a bit peeved.

"Are you two gonna socialise, or do you want to 'get a room?"

Vicky blushed, "Stop it Nancy, we were just getting acquainted, sorry, I'll come and help you with the barbecue."

I apologised too, but Nancy realised she was being a bit out of order and we all went to refill our glasses.

Nancy's mum then got hold of me and questioned me all about my new job, it had been a long time since we'd last met.

The barbecue was soon in full cooking mode and as the natural light dimmed we loaded up our plates and found somewhere to eat. The three of us found ourselves back on the garden bench, or at least with me sitting on a low stone wall next to it. The garden was now lit by fairy lights and we were doing the usual thing of taking the 'mickey' out of some of the other guests.

"So what's your girlfriend like?" Nancy suddenly asked.

I chuckled, "No girlfriend I'm afraid."

"Come on, I don't believe you," Nancy replied.

"It's true, what about you?" I turned the question back on Nancy.

Vicky interrupted with a giggle, "Ask her about Henry!"

I smiled, "So Nancy, what about Henry?"

"Shush, not so loud," she pleaded.

"Henry was her older man," Vicky added with great relish.

"He was forty!" Nancy protested.

"Nearly fifty," giggled Vicky.

"Stop it… please Tom, for god's sake don't mention his name in front of my parents."

Vicky interrupted yet again. "She met him at a conference and slept with him on the first night!"

"Fuck off Vicky, you make me sound like some sort of slapper!"

Vicky was now in full flow, "She couldn't get enough of him until her mum found out, then he was toast."

Nancy looked decidedly guilty, and then hit back.

"So what about that Shaun you met in the 'Black Horse.' Where did you fuck him?"

It was time for me to call a truce, the alcohol was playing a part in this battle of who was worse.

"Ladies! Stop it, I'm going to stop this conversation before you come to blows!"

Both of them knew they were being daft and we all chuckled about the fact that all of us had 'histories.'

"Give me those plates, I'll get rid of them," Nancy suggested and took them back to the house.

"Thanks Tom, it was getting a bit awkward there," Vicky looked over at me and smiled, "I'm not that bad!"

"So you've got a new boyfriend now?"

"Yes, I'm not sure about him though, he's a bit 'clingy.' He didn't want me to come here this weekend."

"I'm not surprised, I'd want to hang onto you."

I realised immediately that I was blatantly flirting.

She looked thoughtful, "Nancy was right, you are a bit of a… you know what."

"No I'm not," I protested, laughing out loud, "you two are the ones!"

We caught each other's eyes in the fairy lights, and there was that little frisson of excitement.

Nancy arrived back with a bottle of wine to share with Vicky. I made a comment about their alcohol consumption just as Vicky excused herself to make a trip to the loo. As she stood up unsteadily, I had to step forward to prevent her stumbling, grabbing her arms and holding her upright.

"Thank you Tom, I'm not drunk… yet," she chuckled pulling herself up straight by my shoulders. I glanced down briefly into the cleavage that was showing in her v-neck top. She knew I had and I caught the glimmer of a smile.

As she carefully walked off to the house, Nancy filled her glass again and observed, "I think Vicky fancies you!"

"Come off it, she's just had a bit too much to drink."

"Hmmmm, you men, you never read the signals."

I remained silent and Nancy reiterated, "She's got this new guy, but she's not keen on him."

"She told me that," I pondered.

"When she gets back from the loo you sit next to her on the bench."

Nancy got up to make her space available.

"You're my relationship advisor now are you?" I asked pointedly.

We both went quiet as Vicky returned. Smiling she picked up her glass and sat on the bench. Trying to appear casual I joined her with the briefest of glances at Nancy.

"So you're still living at home Tom? That must limit your options when it comes to dating?" Vicky came straight out with it.

Both Vicky and Nancy had a conspiratorial look at each other and Nancy giggled. She jumped in.

"I remember that Mrs Phillips, you were so glad she had her own place!"

"Come on Nancy, you keep bringing her up, I wish I'd never told you about her!"

Vicky clearly wanted to know more.

"You go for older women Tom? Are they better in bed?"

She turned towards me, anxious for any snippet I'd want to divulge, the alcohol was giving her all the bravado she needed.

"It's not like that, she was just a nice lady."

"NICE!"

Both Nancy and Vicky erupted at the same time and burst out laughing.

"Well sexy then," I endeavoured to correct my description.

"From what you told me she was always wanting more," Nancy chuckled.

Vicky grabbed my arm instinctively and said, "Wow, that's hot, how long did it last?"

"Awww don't embarrass him anymore Vicky." Then interrupting she said, "anyway it's my turn to go to the loo. You two behave yourselves while I'm gone."

Even Vicky was a bit embarrassed by that and let go of my arm.

"I was enjoying that," I whispered and took her hand, placing it back on my arm as Nancy walked away in the semi darkness.

Vicky responded by relaxing and leaning towards me.

"I think Nancy has always fancied you, I can understand why."

"You think so, she's a bit like a sister to me, I don't think I could… you know… get involved that way."

"Maybe, am I the type you'd get involved with?" she giggled and the alcohol was definitely working on her.

It was my turn to laugh, "You're spoken for with this new guy you've got."

"Oh him, yes, but he's not really my type."

"Okay, here's a question, you're keen on questioning me! Would you sleep with him? I mean will you sleep with him?"

I knew straightaway I'd asked the wrong question. Vicky was clearly embarrassed, but with refreshing honesty she replied, "I've slept with him already."

"OH… I didn't mean to… sorry."

Vicky gave a brief chuckle, "Now you think I'm some sort of slapper!"

"No… NO… I don't at all, "and I gave her a hug to reassure her."

In a moment she'd raised her face towards me and was kissing me. I don't know whether I expected it, or wanted it, but I definitely enjoyed it. It went on for several seconds and became two, then three before she pushed me away slightly and said, "Now you know I am!"

This time I turned her completely towards me and kissed her again, pulling her as close as the bench allowed.

"You're not, and we all do spontaneous things… like this!"

Vicky relaxed and put her arms around my neck while we continued to kiss.

Nancy's disguised cough broke us apart.

"Hmmmmm, sorry to break you two up, if it weren't my parents house I'd be offering you two a room!"

I was catching my breath.

"Sorry Nancy," I began, then realising, "I shouldn't be apologising should I Vicky?"

Vicky was looking flushed, even in the fairy lights and stumbled a bit over her words.

"Nancy, Tom's sort of taken me by surprise."

"I can see that," she was smiling broadly, "but sorry to break it up, your parents have just told me they're going, why don't you two swap numbers, and if you want to you can see each other tomorrow before Vicky gives me a lift back up north."

We both looked at each other and let go, reaching for our phones. Once we'd got each others numbers we kissed again and I whispered, "I'll text you."

Mum guessed exactly what had been going on and introduced herself to Vicky, who wasn't sure how to react. With a 'thank you'" to Nancy's parents we left, and as we drove home mum took control again.

"She seems a nice girl?"

I mumbled a reply, "Yes, she is."

"Well me and your father are out tomorrow afternoon if you want to see her again?"

"Are we?" interrupted dad.

"Yes we are!" insisted mum, knowing full well what was required.

"Okay, thanks," I mumbled again, and within seconds I was texting Vicky.

'Can I see you tomorrow afternoon before you go back? XXX'

The reply was immediate.

'Please, where shall we meet? XXX'

'My place, Nancy will tell you where. Say 2pm. XXX'

"Yessss… please! xxxxxx'

There followed a couple more texts before we got home.

"Is she coming round?" asked mum, embarrassing dad as well as me.

"Stop milking it," dad muttered, he knew that mum was always matchmaking.

"I'm only looking after his welfare," she chuckled.

I muttered a quiet 'yes,' and went straight up to my room.

Sunday morning was a whirlwind of tidying the house, at least by mum. I was very excited and there were just a few texts during the morning which were flirty, but careful. When mum and dad left, they said very little except to say that they wouldn't be back before six 'o clock.

At exactly two 'o clock Vicky pulled up outside in her mini. When I answered the door I could tell how nervous she was.

"Tom! Oh god I'm shaking and I don't know why!"

"Come here, give us a hug, don't be silly."

We kissed before I'd even shut the door properly.

"After last night I thought you might have felt I was drunk?"

"You were," I chuckled, "and so was I, but that was the crazy thing, it didn't matter if we were drunk or not, there was something going on!"

"Mmmm, thanks to Nancy I guess, you know we were set up?"

"Maybe, but I'm glad, now come into the lounge."

"Your mum and dad aren't here?" Vicky's expression was full of anxiety.

"Nooooo, they won't be back until six."

"I've gotta be gone by then, got to go back to pick Nancy up, it's a long drive back to Manchester."

"Then we'd better make the most if it, now sit here, next to me, I want to know all about you."

Vicky was wearing a loose top, showing the outline of her bra. She had some stretch jeans on, with quite tall heels. Her hair was natural, and she emanated that same seductive perfume she'd had on at the barbecue.

"What do you want to know?" she smiled.

"First of all, you're not from Manchester, I can tell from your accent?"

"No, that's the crazy thing, when I started working with Nancy neither of us realised we both came from down here. I moved up to Manchester when mum and dad split up. I went to live with dad for the year before I went to uni."

"Why didn't you go and live with your mum?"

Vicky looked down, obviously holding back.

"She had this affair with a guy who wasn't very nice. He was her age, but he tried it on with me. There was a big bust up and somehow I got the blame, so I ended up with dad."

"So that's why they got divorced?"

"Yes, but not at first, they lived separately, and she had various blokes."

It seemed clear that it was awkward talking about it so she changed the subject and asked, "Anyway, what about you and Mrs Phillips?"

Vicky was laughing and I was moaning about Nancy revealing my secrets.

"Kiss me, I like your kisses," Vicky said, ending the joking.

Her green eyes twinkled and the kisses were even sweeter now that we were sober.

When we broke apart I said, "Can I get you anything, coffee? A coke?" I wasn't sure if I could push it any further.

"No thanks, I'm happy just being here."

"Do you want to see my room?"

I felt like a clumsy teenager asking a pathetically obvious question.

Vicky chuckled because she realised it too.

"Listen Tom, if I said 'yes' will you think I'm that slapper we talked about last night?"

"No, but you have another guy back home?"

"He's toast, I'm afraid, I knew that last night when we kissed the first time."

I stood up and took her hand, leading her out to the stairs. At the foot of the stairs I said, "Are you sure?"

All she said was a very quiet, "Come on."

I'd tidied my room and I could see her taking everything in. We kissed again, this time for longer and with our arms wrapped tightly around each other.

"Can we make love properly?" she whispered.

Vicky was doing all the running now so I simply said, "Yes, let's get undressed."

"Your mum and dad won't come back? If they caught us I'd just die!"

It was a moment of doubt, but then she needed no more encouragement, in one movement she had peeled her top over her head revealing her very full breasts cupped in a cerise bra. Wriggling out of her stretch jeans her panties were a match and the curve of her hips and her thighs were enough to reinforce the erection I was building.

I unbuttoned my shirt and was soon out of my trousers and boxers. My cock was clearly aroused as she put her arms back around my neck and we were kissing again. I could feel her pressing her hips forwards rubbing against it. I sought the clasp on her bra and unfastened it, letting the straps fall off her shoulders and her breasts were soon rubbing up against my bare chest.

"Mmmmm, Vicky," I whispered.

Immediately I felt her fingers squeezing my erection.

"Oh gosh Tom, you're so hard."

"Let me put something on," i whispered.

I went to step back, knowing I had a condom in my bedside drawer.

"No! there's no need, don't worry about that," she reassured me, staring at my rampant cock.

I stepped forward again and held the lacy top of her panties and pulled them downwards as I sank to my knees in front of her. She giggled as she lifted one foot to step out of them and felt my face push its way between her fleshy thighs.

"Stop it, get up, I want to kiss you!" she groaned before I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She overbalanced and as her legs parted slightly I thrust my face against her pussy.

She shrieked, "No, that's not fair… oh god… TOM!"

My tongue licked upwards, parting her pussy lips and sinking into her delicious nectar.

"Oh gosh!"

Still on my knees beside the bed I pushed her legs further apart and with both sets of fingers I pulled her pussy lips open some more and took her swollen clit between my lips. Sucking gently, licking up and over it, I heard her groan.

"Tom, please… I love that… keep doing it… oh yes… like that!"

I did continue, I was loving the sounds she was making and the delicious juices that were so abundant.

"Oh my goodness… don't stop… go on… please."

However I did slow up, teasing her, stopping and starting, tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue, occasionally circling her bud with one of my fingertips, and blowing gently through my mouth.

"Tom… stop teasing me… please."

I was holding her on the very edge, making her plead, seeing how long I could tease her.

"Tom… oh god… please… don't be cruel… please!"

I relented and began to suck, to lick, to massage again and suddenly Vicky erupted.

"Oh FUCK… oh my god… I'm… I'm… oh god I'm cumming…"

Shaking almost uncontrollably, her body shivered and she cried out my name over and over again. I peered up over her body, seeing her breasts splayed out and her chest rising and falling as her breathing slowed.

I stood up which caused her to sit up and she was immediately faced with my cock pointing directly at her face.

"Mmmmm," she smiled, and took hold of it around the base and poked out her tongue to lick the head. It was not quite a tickle, but it made me shiver which then became a groan as her mouth closed around it.

"Vicky!" I whispered when she took it into her mouth more deeply and began to slowly bob her head back and forth.

After several movements she pulled away.

"Get on the bed, I want you properly."

We both knew what properly meant and she lifted herself backwards and sideways, pulling me by the hand.

Lying by her side it offered me the chance to kiss those breasts, to suck those nipples.

"Mmmmmm, Tom, you know don't you."

She loved her nipples played with and she lay back moaning with enjoyment and pleasure.

"Please, I want you now."

She was half turning on her side, projecting her pussy towards me. I pushed her back and lifted my body between her thighs, taking my weight on my elbows and we kissed again.

Everything suddenly became natural as though we'd made love many times before. My cock slid inside her in one long movement with Vicky gasping into my neck.

"Oh gosh Tom… mmmmm… that feels so good. Don't move just yet… please."

I couldn't resist, I had to and Vicky didn't really object. I felt her push her hips towards me, wrapping her legs around the back of my thighs.

When I began to thrust, the room became full of the pure physical efforts of having sex. My old bed began creaking, the sighs, moans and gasps from both of us spurred us on.

I was having that eternal battle of self control and suddenly I had the guilty thoughts of fucking Rosemary rush into my mind. Why, I'm not sure, perhaps it was the guilt, but it had the distracting effect of delaying my orgasm just long enough.

"Oh gosh… Tom… hold on please!"

In a last sudden rush of desire I began to jerk inside Vicky. My loud grunting, as I ejaculated deep within her, seemed to spark another orgasm from her.

"Ohhhhhhh… TOM!… oh my god… TOM!"

We were both clinging to each other as we stopped moving. I looked down at Vicky as she wiped away some tiny beads of perspiration from my forehead.

"Wow Tom… I just don't know about that."

"What don't you know about that?" I chuckled.

"That was a first."

"What was?"

"Cumming that much, it's not happened with a guy before."

I bit her neck playfully, "You've not been meeting the right guys!"

Straightaway I felt awful, because of her boyfriend, who I knew would get the 'heave-ho' when she got back to Manchester. I definitely wanted to see Vicky again.

And I had my own mixed up relationship with Rosemary and my complications about that.

Slowly Vicky's pussy was relinquishing its grip on me as my cock receded. When I rolled onto my back beside her she turned towards me and kissed me, at the same time squeezing my soft cock and taking a little of the oozing semen on one finger then licking it off with a deliberately slow movement of her tongue.

"Yummy," she declared provocatively.

"You're a tease aren't you," I whispered before we kissed again.

"You did say your parents wouldn't be back before six?"

"Yes, I'm certain, it's barely three 'o clock now, we have masses of time. We can just lie here and talk."

We adjusted the pillows and Vicky snuggled up against me, her head on my chest.

"Now tell me about your girlfriends, you've not said very much about any recent ones?"

I wasn't going to own up to fucking my boss and the fact that she was so many years older. After Nancy stirring it about Mrs Phillips I didn't want Vicky thinking I had a thing about older women!

"There haven't been any really! There's a girl in my office, Alison, people keep joking about me and her, but we just tease each other."

"Hmmmm, that's usually the start of something, is she attractive?"

"Oh yes, she has massive tits and a beard!"

"Stop it," Vicky giggled, "tell me about your office, your work, you're an accountant aren't you? Thinking about it, what's the name of your company?"

"KPD Accountancy."

"Fuck me!" Vicky suddenly lifted her head up and got up on her elbows. Her using a swear word seemed a bit out of character.

"That's where my mother works!"

In a second my world stopped turning and I think my heart stopped too. Dread surged over me. My whole body became burning hot, or so it seemed.

She continued, "Rosemary Morgan, I think she still uses her married name."

Vicky's voice seemed miles away, my brain was trying to process too many things at once. I finally tried to reply without emotion.

"Yes, she's my boss."

"Jesus, talk about coincidences, is she a shit? Does she give you a hard time?"

The irony in that simple question would have been amusing, but for the fact that I'd just fucked her daughter.

"Not really."

I was trying to adopt a strategy, to look ahead and I couldn't see an escape. Rosemary was going to find out about me one way or the other. The fact that she'd been texting me with intimate messages that very morning only added to my deep anxiety.

"But you don't see her that often do you?" I asked, trying to get an idea of how soon I might have before my balls were emasculated by Rosemary.

"No, not that often. I can't believe it, but I suppose you working around here and her still being here after me and dad left, there was always a chance of you knowing her, especially with you both being in the same line of work."

"Will you tell her? Do you think it will make it awkward for me, her being my boss?"

I was desperately clutching at straws.

"No, I won't say anything, at least for a while, we don't see each other that often, anyway I don't even know if you want to see me again?"

My heart rate had slowed slightly, and I pulled her to me to kiss her.

"Of course I want to see you again. I'm just sorry you live so far away. We can see each other at weekends can't we?"

When Vicky said, "Yes, we can, definitely," my mind raced again. How on earth was I going to own up to Rosemary, or at least end our physical relationship. This was such a mess.

"Now come here, kiss me again, I'm just so glad I've found you.

Vicky rolled half on top of me, looping one leg over my thighs, and starting to kiss my chest and lick my nipples.

"Mmmmmm," I could hear her almost purring.

"You're leaking over me," I moaned softly, "I think you need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh god, I'm sorry, you left a lot inside me, I'll go, I won't be long, where is it?"

"Turn left, second door," I replied and as she disappeared I leaned over to get my phone out of my trousers on the floor.

There were three texts from Rosemary, and I went hot all over again.

'Missing you XXX'

'You know you're special XXX'

'We need to talk XXX'

I hurriedly deleted them and tucked the phone back in my discarded trousers as I heard the loo flush and Vicky's feet padding along the landing.

"Has my mum got a bloke do you know?"

I was trying to remain calm and replied, "I wouldn't know, she's quite professional in the office."

Vicky sneered a bit, "Yes, I bet she's a bitch, but she likes to offer herself around, that's why her and dad split up, her affairs."

I tried to change the subject.

"So tell me about your job, you're doing your two years now?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm mainly commercial property, the market goes up and down."

Vicky was sitting on her haunches beside me and was stroking the hairs on my thigh. Randomly she seemed to take my cock and began playing with it. It was quite small after its exertions and it seemed to amuse her.

"You're quite big down there aren't you, I think so anyway, I've not had that many."

"I'm glad to hear it," I giggled, reaching out to tweak her closest nipple.

"Ouch, stop that, it gets me going, you know that already."

"Yes, but I'm not much use to you for the moment," I replied.

"For the moment, you said it's only three 'o clock."

"It's a bit after that now, but yes we have plenty of time."

"Then let me play will you?"

She looked at me with such an innocent look, which had something about it that reminded me of Rosemary. It pricked my conscience, if ever I had a conscience, and I shuddered sub consciously.

Nodding, I smiled and watched her bend forwards and take my tiny cock in her mouth. I could see her delicious breasts hanging down underneath her and I cupped the closest one in one hand, rubbing my fingertips over her nipple and making it harden.

Vicky was doing her best to revive me, but to no avail. Her swirling tongue, her gentle sucking continued for some minutes before she looked up in surrender.

"Get rid of those pillows, lie down flat," she instructed.

I did as she said and found out why. She straddled my chest in reverse and bent forwards to suck me again, at the same time pushing her pussy backwards for me to eat. With some difficulty my arms found their way around her body and her thighs seemed to clamp themselves either side of my head.

And there we lay, quite relaxed, with no pressure to perform, just gently pleasuring each others' most intimate parts. Needless to say it eventually paid dividends.

I could feel myself swelling, hardening gradually. Vicky's pussy was becoming more moist, her pussy lips enlarging and her tiny clit engorging.

We still took our time even though we both sensed the others arousal. Already we were learning our respective triggers, and finding the thresholds of pleasure.

"Make me cum like this, and you cum too if you can, I want to taste you."

Vicky's voice sounded so loving, so desiring.

How long it was, I'm not sure, my mind was flashing back and forth between this moment, this bed, this new experience and the memory of Rosemary's body, her needs, her triggers, and my stupid lust that had allowed us to begin our affair.

It crept up on me. Suddenly I started to explode in Vicky's mouth. I could feel her swallowing as I continued to suck and nibble her clit. With my orgasm complete I heard her muffled voice say, "I'm gonna cum," and I felt her thighs clamp tighter, almost stopping me breathing.

Her body jumped and suddenly I was being sprayed and squirted from Vicky's pussy.

"Oh god!" she shouted, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god, I'm so sorry Tom!… oh fuck!"

In moments she was dragging herself away from me almost ashamed of what had occurred.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, that's never happened before, oh god, I feel so terrible!"

I laughed, my face dripping with her juices, "Hey, noooo, I'm glad it was me who did it, it's a first for me too."

I turned my face and wiped it on a pillow.

"Oh bloody hell, look at the bed, it's like I've peed myself."

"I guess in a way you did. I've seen it happen in videos, but wow, I hope it felt good?"

"It felt weird, I couldn't stop it once it started, I'm so sorry."

"Stop saying sorry… please… don't worry about the bed, I'll put the sheets in the machine before mum and dad get back."

"I'd better clean up… look I'm going to get dressed, do you mind?" She was panicking a bit.

"No, of course not, I'll get dressed too, and I'll strip the bed, I'll see you downstairs."

Vicky disappeared back to the bathroom with her clothes, and I set about clearing up. By the time Vicky came down the machine was swirling away.

"Oh Tom, I don't know what to say. It's been twenty four incredible hours, a bit of a whirlwind. So much is going on in my head."

"In mine too," I replied, taking her in my arms and thinking that she didn't know the half of it.

"You've got a long drive, will you text me when you arrive, I need to know you're safe."

"Awwwww, you softie."

"Do you want a coffee before you go?"

Vicky said 'yes' as it would keep her awake on the motorway. We sat and chatted and somehow I found myself agreeing to get the train to Manchester the following weekend. I found myself wondering if that would actually happen once the reality of everything else kicked in.

There was a long kiss and Vicky left just before five 'o clock to go and get Nancy. Mum and dad arrived home at half past six asking what time Vicky had left and did we have a good time?

Dad retreated quickly and mum had a twinkle in her eye, ignoring the washing machine as it bleeped its end of cycle.

She did say quietly later on, "I hope you were careful?" to which I reassured her that it was 'okay.'

I went to bed early to discover two more texts from Rosemary saying that she was home now and that she looked forward to seeing me in the morning. I descended rapidly into that regular Sunday evening foreboding about work, but it was worse than usual.

On my way to work that Monday morning the debate in my mind raged on. Should I say anything to Rosemary, or not? I arrived before her and Alison asked the usual question about whether I'd had a good weekend or not. Halfway through Rosemary arrived and in passing our desks asked me to give her ten minutes then to go and see her in her office.

Alison came out with her typical jibe, "She can't live without her toy boy!"

"Get lost!" My response was milder than I intended.

I busied myself with some files and went to see Rosemary.

"Close the door," she said in her staccato business voice. I fully expected her to launch into the whole thing with her daughter. However it was soon apparent she knew nothing about it… yet.

"Can you stay behind tonight?"

The words resonated around my head, if I owned up about Vicky now the whole office would see a potential explosion and I thought it best to leave it to that evening.

"Yes I can."

The reply must have sounded less than enthusiastic, but Rosemary apparently didn't pick up on it.

"Can you come back to mine, like before, I can drive you back?"

"Okay," I replied, "I'll message my mum."

"Good, then get back to work and I'll meet you by my car when everyone's gone."

I left her office with a heavy heart, wondering where this would all end. Alison didn't help by commenting about me being Rosemary's lapdog. I greeted it with a less than quiet 'fuck off.'

I managed to get through the day and as five 'o clock approached I was preparing the words of my confession. Each time I ran through it in my head it changed and I was imagining her possible reaction.

At five the office emptied pretty quickly and I made my way to Rosemary's car. It felt awkward hanging around, but I was unseen and eventually she appeared. She said nothing until we were both sitting in the car.

"Sorry I was so formal today, it's been a bit of a weekend."

I felt like saying, "Has it hell!"

She continued, "My friend Lisa is a party animal, and doesn't hold back."

As we pulled out and got into the traffic Rosemary's hand went straight to my crotch. I almost removed it, but I was putting off that confessional moment.

"Anyway we need to talk."

"Yes, you said that in your text."

"I know," she replied, "when we get home."

The remainder of the journey was rather quiet, with a slight air of tension. I had that "speech' racing around my brain, while my cock was being squeezed by her and reacting when I didn't want it to.

"You seem to still want me," she said as she switched off the engine and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, "come on, let's go inside."

Once indoors she flung off her office jacket and kicked off her heels. She came up to me and put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Not the hungry, voracious kiss I was used to, but still a passionate show of affection.

"Do you want something to drink, or do you want to go to bed?"

This was something very different, a low key question instead of lusty desire.

I decided on the drink, which Rosemary seemed to accept and went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of wine.

"Let's sit here," she gestured to the sofa, "cheers."

We clinked our glasses together, took a sip and put them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. As we sat down Rosemary curled her feet up underneath her and cuddled up to my arm. I knew she was about to say something meaningful.

"I've got a confession to make."

She said it quietly with her head against my shoulder and her hand resting on my thigh.

"You're going to hate me," she added.

"I doubt it," I replied knowing full well that whatever it was it wouldn't match my confession about fucking her daughter.

She looked up at me with childlike eyes, wanting forgiveness.

"I slept with a guy over the weekend."

She waited for a reaction. Was I supposed to say, "Oh that's okay, and by the way I fucked your daughter!"

I found myself smiling, and saying, "I wondered what was troubling you. But you needn't have told me at all."

"You mean you don't mind?" she seemed surprised.

"I can't tell you what to do, I guess you being older than me and being my boss means we have an unusual relationship anyway."

The anxious look on her face drained away and her hand found its way back to my cock.

"Oh Tom, you're so brilliant. I was drunk and Lisa was goading me and this guy was so pushy…"

"Stop… stop, I don't need to know the details," I replied, "I'd have probably done the same thing."

I was desperately trying to prevent my cock reacting, but Rosemary knew how to do it. Even as she unzipped me I gave in to her yet again. Lust was dominating once more.

Her mouth took me in and within a few minutes I was rock hard.

"Rosemary!… we shouldn't, we probably need to talk some more."

Raising up, she just said, "Later!" and then she was hitching her skirt up around her waist, straddling me and somehow pulling her panties to one side. In moments she was lowering herself onto me.

"Oh fuck, I wanted this so much Tom."

In the next few crazy minutes she'd brought herself off, and made me cum too. In the whole grunting confusion I'd kicked one of the wine glasses over and we were both breathing loudly.

As she let her weight relax down on top of me she said breathlessly, "Shit, you're so good at that!"

When she finally got up we saw the mess. The glass hadn't broken, however the wine had gone everywhere. Rosemary got off me and pulled her skirt down rushing to the kitchen to get some paper towels. As she got on her knees and was soaking up the mess I was pulling my trousers back on and looking a bit more respectable.

"Rosemary, you know this can't go on don't you?"

I was summoning up my courage for the moment of truth.

Looking up, she had a sad expression on her face.

"Yes," she replied softly, "someone will find out I guess, and then the shit will hit the fan, but I'm a bit addicted to you, or the sex we have."

"You need to find a guy a bit older than me I think."

"Easier said than done," she replied getting up and sitting beside me again.

"And I need to find someone more my age I guess."

"Like Alison?"

"No, not like Alison, you seem determined to get me off with her, in fact if anyone's likely to know about us it's her!"

"Maybe you ought to fuck her… keep her onside!"

"God… you're so bad, have you no morals?"

Her face dropped, "I'm afraid not Tom, I'm actually quite a bad woman, the weekend proved that."

"Hmmmm, then I guess I'm just as bad as you."

"Why? Is there something I don't know about you?"

"Yes, but you'll find out anyway."

"Oh god, what is it?"

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Any follow up could go a number of ways… I'll await comments.

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   Series:Never Have an Affair With Your Boss
   Author:Cleevedreams

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 Subtitle:Never Have an Affair With Your Boss Pt. 2
   Teaser:Sex with both your boss and her daughter is not a good idea
 Category:Erotic Couplings
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/never-have-an-affair-with-your-boss-pt-02
Published:2023-08-14
This is the second part of a self indulgent story of pure fantasy.

If you haven't read Part One ('Never Have An Affair With Your Boss') then here's a synopsis.

Tom's first job after university is in an accountancy firm where Rosemary, his immediate boss, hits on him and they begin a clandestine affair. One weekend, when Rosemary is visiting a friend, Tom goes to a party with his parents and is introduced to Vicky the work colleague of Nancy, a girl he grew up with. There is chemistry straightaway between him and Vicky and they have sex. However Tom finds out that Vicky is actually Rosemary's daughter and he knows it's something that probably can't be kept from his boss.

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I was physically shaking and I could tell that Rosemary was genuinely concerned.

"Whatever it is I need to know Tom, I can tell it's something serious."

I stumbled over my words and Rosemary came to hold me while I tried to explain.

"Rosemary, you're gonna go ballistic, you'll hate me, I really didn't know."

She had her arms on mine, her hands were resting on my shoulders and her face was inches from mine, looking deep into my eyes.

"Please… tell, it can't be so terrible."

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I slept with Vicky… I slept with your daughter."

Rosemary's expression froze for a split second in disbelief. She suddenly held me at arm's length, taking in what I'd said.

Her first words were," How?… Where?… What the hell do you mean?"

Then the realisation hit her.

"Fuck Tom, are you sure?"

It was as if she thought it was some sort of mistaken identity. She stepped away, turning her back on me and began combing her fingers through her hair.

"How the heck did that happen, she's up in Manchester?"

I began stuttering again.

"She was visiting a friend of mine, I didn't know who she was, until it was too late."

"Huh!" Rosemary snorted, "you should have kept your cock in your trousers," knowing full well how her hypocrisy sounded.

"Does she know you work with me?" she added.

"Yes, that's how I found out, but she doesn't know about us!"

"I bloody well hope not," Rosemary snapped back, "and she'd better not find out either. Are you seeing her again?"

She knew instantly that I was.

"Yes, next weekend," I mumbled.

Rosemary turned back to face me, her green eyes piercing mine.

"This is the end of us you know Tom, if you want to fuck my daughter then it becomes impossible. FUCK!… " she yelled out loud, "OH FUCK TOM!"

When she burst into tears I was at a loss as to what to do. Sobbing, she stepped towards me, clutching onto me, muttering into my neck.

"Tom… oh Tom, we were so good together, you made me feel so… Jesus Christ Tom!"

"I'm so sorry Rosemary, really I am."

We clung together, knowing this was indeed the end. Gradually she calmed and held her face up in front of me, makeup smeared across her cheeks. Bizarrely we kissed, gently, softly, and then we stepped apart.

"I'll call you a taxi," she said picking up her phone, "I can't drive like this," adding, "I'm going to talk to Vicky, just to make sure she knows our relationship is purely professional. I expect she told you we don't really get on."

"She did… sort of," I replied quietly.

"I won't ask you what else she told you, just don't believe everything you've heard."

Rosemary ordered the taxi and said it would be fifteen minutes, before she switched back into her business persona.

"Can we get one thing clear Tom, I'm not going to show any clue about this at work, and I don't expect you to either."

I nodded in agreement.

"If Vicky chooses to tell me anything about you two that's down to her. I don't want you to tell me anything."

It was clear that Rosemary was shutting down any emotion she had for me. It actually saddened me, but the time and place to express it wasn't then.

"The taxi's here Tom."

I heard the toot of the horn and guiltily went towards the door.

"Wait Tom," Rosemary said, looking sad, and I think she tried to smile, "I wanted you so much."

I could hardly speak either, and whispered, "Thank you Rosemary, I wanted you too."

That evening there were various texts from Vicky, saying how much she was looking forward to seeing me at the weekend. I tried to reply enthusiastically, but found it difficult. I went to bed early and I think mum realised there was something up.

Next morning I arrived at the office at my normal time and Alison was there already. Alison shared the next desk to me and we exchanged banter constantly, mostly about Rosemary.

"She looks as though she's been up all night, I reckon she's been shagging," was Alison's opening gambit.

"Is she in already?" I asked.

"She was here when I arrived, but she's been in her office all the time."

"I'll stay out of her way then," I muttered, logging onto my computer and checking a file.

"I bet she calls you in soon, she'll want you to feed her ego."

"Stop it Alison, you can be an utter bitch sometimes." I was tired of her sarcasm.

Thankfully the day passed without any event. I wasn't summoned in and I needed no advice on anything, in fact the rest of the week went by without any upset, at least in the office.

However, I spoke each evening to Vicky and I wasn't surprised to hear that Rosemary had contacted her. Of course in their first conversation Vicky had revealed that she was 'seeing' me. I guess Rosemary must have feigned surprise and made all the correct noises, even though she and Vicky had quite a strained relationship.

I mention the first conversation because Vicky was very much surprised when she phoned a second time within a week. It was then that Vicky told her mum I was spending the weekend in Manchester.

On the Friday Rosemary arrived in the office just after me.

"A weekend away?"

She commented for the whole office to hear, because my small suitcase was beside my desk. She knew already where I was going, but wanted Alison to register it and turn her attention on me.

"Manchester," I replied, "visiting a friend." My tone was as deadpan as I could make it.

"Enjoy then Tom," she said as she made her way into her office.

"Male or female… friend?" began Alison's interrogation, as soon as Rosemary was out of earshot.

"Female," I answered, licking my lips in a suggestive a manner as I could.

"Oh god, some slapper on Tinder I bet."

I couldn't very well say it's Rosemary's daughter, so I ignored the jibe, and simply said, "Jealous."

Work ended and after the walk to the station the train journey took two hours, arriving in Manchester around seven thirty. Vicky met me and it felt great to hug her and feel her kiss.

Her flat was a fifteen minute tram ride away and it was on the ninth floor of a newly built tower block, one of three looking out towards the city.

She couldn't wait to get inside and my suitcase was abandoned as she dragged me into the bedroom.

"Oh god, I've waited all week for this, get undressed, I want to touch you all over."

She only had to pull her dress up and over her head with just her bra and panties to follow. She spread herself on the bed and watched me undress. One leg was bent at an angle revealing her freshly shaved pussy with its beautifully shaped lips awaiting my attention.

"Fuck Vicky, you look so good, I've had to resist masturbating this week and all I could see every night was you like this."

She giggled at my reference to something so personal and her smile got broader once I was naked with my cock rapidly growing.

"Come here, I want you," she sighed and I climbed on the bed beside her.

We kissed, and feeling her body up against mine only served to increase my desire. This wasn't a slow sensual session of making love, this was pure lust on both our parts.

We kissed, our tongues probing, fighting and in between Vicky was pleading, "Fuck me, I need you inside me."

Both of us seemed to wrestle the other in an effort to satisfy our lust. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other, and back again. When Vicky came her pussy seemed to pulsate and it took me over the edge. In a long, sustained groan, I flooded her with spunk.

"Oh fuck, I thought about this every night too," she whispered, kissing my neck as we lay side by side. We cuddled for a while, kissing, caressing and coming down from our high.

"We'll go out for something to eat shall we," she asked.

"Yes, of course," I replied, "you've got to show me Manchester."

Vicky showered first while I unpacked what little I'd brought in the way of clothes. After my shower we got back on the tram and found a favourite Italian cafe that she loved. The owner obviously knew her and I think we got special treatment.

We got back to the flat around midnight and this time we made love properly, taking our time and relishing the fact that the weekend was ours.

In the morning I awoke to Vicky sitting beside me with two mugs of freshly made coffee.

"Mum seems very pleased with you at work."

"She said that?" I woke up pretty quickly.

"Yes, and then she asked if I'd slept with you, I had to say I had."

"I won't ask what she said about that," I felt it was ironic.

"She actually asked if you pleased me!" Vicky laughed. "I told her 'very much."

"Oh god, do you have to discuss stuff like that, I thought you and your mum weren't that close?"

"That's the odd thing, not only did she phone me twice this week, but she seemed a lot friendlier."

I pondered for a moment, sipping my coffee and asked, "Well, do I please you?"

Vicky playfully grabbed my cock.

"Careful, I'll spill my coffee!" I yelled.

I put the mug down and reached forward, grabbing her around the waist to tickle her.

"Stop it," she screeched, "noooo, stop it!"

I wrestled her and in sitting up I pulled her over my lap and gave her a sound slap across one of her buttocks.

"Ouch!"… fuck Tom… that hurt!"

"That's what you get for being naughty."

I haven't been naughty, let me go you sod."

"I think you have, discussing what I'm like in bed with your mother is extremely naughty."

I landed another thwack across the other buttock.

"FUCK… you sod… stop it!"

I chuckled and smoothed my hand over the slightly reddened area of her rear.

"I'm sorry, I was tempted by that perfect ass and you're such a tease!"

As I said it my fingers playfully smoothed their way along the crease of her buttocks and probed down between her thighs.

"And you're such a devil… and shit… my ass is stinging," she responded.

Vicky parted her thighs just a little and I found her pussy sumptuously wet.

"That couple of spanks seems to have had an effect?"

"Mmmmmm… I've sometimes wondered if I deserve a good spanking like that."

"You mean it's a fantasy of yours?" I was interested now.

"Sort of."

The discussion was making me hard and my cock had risen up underneath her, where her breasts were flattened against my thighs.

I let her slide off onto the floor onto her knees whereupon she manoeuvred herself between my legs. I watched as she looked up, gathering her breasts in both hands and enveloping my cock between them. With a mischievous smile she raised and lowered herself up and down on her knees, using her breasts to massage me.

"Mmmmm… you're so… fuck it, I don't know what you are!" I hissed through my teeth.

I watched in disbelief when she screwed up her lips and dribbled a long strand of saliva down onto the head of my cock which was peeping up from between her breasts. The slippery ooze lubricated it wonderfully and I groaned as if it were being massaged by her pussy.

"My god Vicky! Fuck… that feels so good."

"Then let me finish it… don't stop me."

I was in total heaven as she raised and lowered herself up and down, holding her breasts together with my cock held captive. Twice more she parted her lips and let yet more saliva add to the delicious sensitivity. This was a new experience and I had given up on any self control.

She understood clearly how close I was and could dictate how good the stimulation was by squeezing harder, or by moving in a different way.

"You're gonna make me cum," I warned her.

She gave a little chuckle and the stray remnants of saliva on her chin added more to the eroticism.

"Oh fuck!" I sort of whispered it before I groaned, and a jet of spunk shot upwards from my cock and hit Vicky under the chin before it began running down her neck. The second and third spurt followed with the remainder pumping it's way out between her breasts adding to the whole slippery mess.

A giggle of triumph came from her as she released my cock and took it between her fingers to squeeze the last of the spunk from me. Her breasts were glistening with a mixture of saliva and semen as it all ran down towards her waist. With her other hand she gathered some of it up and seductively put it up to her mouth where she looked me straight in the eyes and licked it up.

"Jesus, you're showing me another side of you, that was awesome. You'll definitely need a shower now!"

Laughing aloud she leapt up and disappeared into the bathroom and I grabbed some tissues to clean myself up.

Taking our time afterwards we were both getting dressed when Vicky got a phone call that I think she was half expecting. I could only just hear one side of the conversation.

"I thought you might phone, you really are nosey!"

"No we've not got anything planned."

"If we do, please don't embarrass me, I'll hate you for evermore if you do!"

"And tell Rachel to be on her best behaviour too!"

"Okay… see you there at one, and remember what I said."

It was the name Rachel that gave me the clue. Rachel was Vicky's dad's new partner. From listening in I understood that we'd probably been invited out to lunch, and so it transpired.

"Do you mind Tom, you heard what I said, I warned him. The trouble is he 'has' to look after his little daughter and I made the mistake of telling him you were coming up this weekend."

"So he wants to make sure I'm not leading you astray. My god, if he'd seen you just now!"

Vicky chuckled, "He's bringing Rachel. Take no notice of her, she's a real flirt."

At the back of my mind was the fact that I'd not only fucked his daughter but I'd fucked his ex wife too. It seemed that at every turn in my life there was the twist of fate regarding them both.

Vicky was clinging to my arm when we entered the cafe/bar in the middle of Manchester. I knew straightaway that her dad was the guy with the blonde, sitting near the window. Rachel was like a younger clone of Rosemary except for her hair colour. Vicky's dad, Gary, was all I expected him to be. Tall, imposing, confident and going slightly grey.

"So this is Tom," he said as Vicky threw her arms around his neck and hugged him for quite a few seconds.

I tried to look confident and held out my hand.

"Hello," I looked at him and then at Rachel.

She stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek, clutching my arm briefly before saying to Vicky, "Good choice, I already fancy him!"

Immediately Gary scolded her.

"I told you Rachel, behave!" then turning to me he added, "sorry Tom, she's a bit of a pain sometimes."

With Vicky looking daggers at her step mum we all settled down to choose from the menu. I'd prepared myself for small talk and being cross questioned. It wasn't delayed in coming.

"I can't imagine how you're feeling Tom?" Rachel began, as soon as the waitress had taken our orders.

I waited to hear what was coming next.

"You having lunch with your boss's ex and his new woman. My god she hates my guts after the divorce."

"Rachel please! Don't get into that," Gary sounded angry whispering, "for fuck's sake!"

Vicky giggled, slightly embarrassed, but attempted to smooth things over.

"Tom gets on with her quite well, in fact since she found out I was seeing him she's phoned me twice which is unheard of."

I sat quietly while all this family catch up was going on.

"She spoke to me as well," Gary added, "although I must explain Tom, we are still relatively friendly."

"Only because you've still got to settle the holiday home thing," Rachel butted in.

My attempt at peace keeping seemed to work.

"I guess I've been the centre of discussion this week, I hope you think I'm suitable for your daughter?"

Everyone laughed just as the drinks arrived, and the talk was more about Manchester and the places to go.

Gary had originally moved to Manchester with Vicky because of a business move. He was in PR but had made some money through property dealings, investing in some city centre commercial property. He'd also gone into partnership with Rachel's brother which was how they'd met.

"My brother has a lot to answer for Tom," remarked Rachel, "you might not have had your job if Rosemary hadn't have got promotion after the divorce."

My mind turned over again and Vicky grabbed me and squeezed my thigh.

Rachel saw it and commented, "Awwww look Gary… young love!" She flashed her eyes at me and I knew exactly why Vicky's dad had got involved with her.

By the end of the meal I was a whole lot more relaxed. Gary was very easy to get along with and insisted on paying for everything. He also asked me to swap phone numbers because to quote, 'It never hurts to network.'

There were the usual hugs as we left, handshakes with Gary and a bit of a clinch with Rachel. When we were walking to the tram Vicky remarked again how she would always flirt with anyone in trousers. I suggested how physically similar she was to her mum and Vicky agreed.

We spent the evening in front of the TV watching a Netflix movie and drinking wine before going to bed and making gentle love. We both slept like logs and woke up to pouring rain outside, typical Manchester weather.

It was about ten thirty in the morning when Vicky got a phone call from her mum.

"I told you not to call this weekend." I heard her say.

"Yes, of course he's here!"

Yes, we're doing fine and we had a meal with dad yesterday."

"Yes she was there."

I could fill in all the gaps and Rosemary knew very well what she was doing. I also knew that she was getting screwed up about the whole situation. The phone conversation ended abruptly and Vicky put the mobile down shouting, "Go fuck yourself!"

I waited for the explanation.

"That was mum."

"I realised that," I replied and waited for more.

"I think she's jealous! Me with you for the weekend, dad with Rachel, and her back home twiddling her thumbs. Well she can fuck herself!"

"You did mention that," I added inappropriately.

"And you can fuck yourself too! Bastard!"

I hadn't known how touchy Vicky could be about her mum, so I apologised.

"I'm sorry," I put on a suitable face, "me being insensitive, now come here and give us a hug."

I gathered her up into a cuddle and held her tight. Buried in my neck her voice was muffled.

"I don't want you to go home," she sounded like a sad little child.

"I've got to, you know that, I'll come and see you again soon, or you can come and stay at mine."

"It's not the same." There was a pause. "I'm sorry Tom, I've fallen for you big time."

Vicky began to cry and my heart was throbbing a bit too.

"Oh my baby," I whispered, "please don't cry, you're such a sweetie. I've loved every minute of this weekend, meeting your dad, meeting Rachel, being with you."

My train was at one thirty so we had a late breakfast and Vicky accompanied me to the train station. Like those farewells on films we clung to each other until I had to rush onto the platform. With a wave I relaxed back into the seat and wondered about Monday morning, fearing the worst.

"You looked all fucked out!" Alison was up for the fight as I walked in.

"Don't you wish you were," was my retort.

She smiled, and remarked, "I think she was wishing that too, judging by the look on her face."

I glanced through the glass towards Rosemary's office, knowing that she knew what I knew.

Rosemary was sitting behind her screen just low enough to hide her eye line, but high enough that if she straightened her back she had a full view of at least half the office, in particular mine and Alison's desk.

I got down to work immediately. There was one file I needed to sort out because Rosemary was sure to want an update by that Monday evening.

Unusually she stayed in her office all morning, and instead of summoning me in she sent me an internal email.

'I need the Thompson file by 5pm.'

There were no niceties, just that curt request. Fortunately I was on top of it and sent an equally brief reply.

'It's up to date, the full figures.'

Immediately an email was returned.

'I'll discuss it at 5pm. You'll be late home.'

I huffed a bit, and Alison noticed.

"What's up?" she whispered behind me.

"She wants to see me at five, I'll miss my bloody train."

"Oooooh, poor little Tom, maybe she wants that fuck she didn't get at the weekend!"

"Give it a rest Alison, she probably got too much!"

She sniggered, and added, "She wants her toy boy!"

I ignored it otherwise it would end up with me threatening to bring Armageddon upon her, and besides I had to steel myself for the inevitable questions about the weekend.

Because it was Monday the office emptied very quickly at five 'o clock. Alison couldn't help a final jibe.

"Watch that cctv camera above her door!" She left with a chuckle.

Within minutes there was, "Tom, you got that file?"

Rosemary's voice resonated around the empty office as she leaned around the doorway. I picked it up and entered the lair.

"Good weekend?"

She looked at me, taking the file and putting it on her desk leaving it closed.

"Errrr… yes, it was good," I coughed, "was yours okay?"

Rosemary studied me, with a hard stare drilling into my eyes. My blood chilled, the look was, to say the least, disconcerting.

"You know something Tom?"

I stood there, at a loss.

"What?"

"I just thought of you fucking my daughter all day and all night. You know what… I thought of you licking her, fingering her, fucking her and cumming inside her… that's what I thought!"

Pathetically I replied, "I'm sorry."

By now Rosemary's voice was raised.

"You might well be sorry Tom, or perhaps I should say you could be even sorrier!"

Again the dread returned.

'She clearly 'loves you,' and I'm guessing you feel for her too?"

There was silence and I wasn't sure if I had to confirm or deny that.

"And that ex husband of mine and his bitch, they know it too."

By now I dreaded what might be coming.

"I don't think Vicky would really like knowing you'd been fucking me."

In that second I knew where this was going.

"Please… you wouldn't… would you?" I tried not to sound like I was pleading.

"That depends," she paused, "I think we need to come to an agreement."

I felt my shoulders sagging, and I was searching my head for an answer, a way of countering what she was about to suggest.

"You've awakened something in me that hasn't been there for a long long time. There's no need for anyone else to know about our little arrangement, not Vicky, nor her dad, or indeed anyone here. That way you can still be happy with her and I can be happy with you out of office hours, especially if I can further your career at the same time."

I was groaning silently inside, I felt trapped, I felt the world closing in, but I didn't want to lose Vicky. Before I could reply, before I could offer anything in return Rosemary served the ultimatum.

"Go home Tom, and after work tomorrow I will go home and wait for you. It will be a moment of decision for you. Twenty four hours for you to decide. To decide to keep your Vicky, my Vicky. And all you have to do is to see me maybe once a week for a little fun and relaxation without anyone else knowing, just us. I'll just be a taxi ride away tomorrow evening. The wrong decision will mean a lot of pain for a lot of people and not a lot of career progression from now on. Go now, there's no need to say anything tonight, just sleep on it."

I wandered out in a complete daze, my knees were actually shaking. I was being blackmailed, there was no other word for it. The train journey home was no respite, and when the text from Vicky arrived my decision had been made, at least until I could find another way.

'Miss you,' it said.

'Miss you too,' I replied.

'Have you had a good day?'

I couldn't really say anything but, ' Not bad. How about you? I'm on the train at the mo. Can I phone you later?'

Vicky's reply wasn't what I wanted to hear.

'I'm out with Nancy, we're going to some comedy club, but I can speak when I get home. 11.30?'

I said I'd try if I hadn't fallen asleep and she sent an angry emoji back. So when I got a text at eleven fifteen I phoned her. She sounded a tiny bit drunk, and I was feeling a bit depressed. The conversation was a bit one sided and like a lot of phone chats it was a bit tone deaf. It lacked emotion and so I said I was tired and we agreed to talk next day when we were both in the right mood.

Next day of course was decision day. I'd already decided and tried to shut my mind to anything other than work.

Rosemary spent another day hidden away in her office although I did catch a brief glance towards me around lunchtime.

Alison nudged me at four 'o clock to tell me that while I was getting a coffee Rosemary had left without saying anything except to issue a curt 'I'm off now.'

My heart was up in my mouth at five when I got to the station and went straight to the taxi rank. The journey to Little Broxby went by in a flash. As I got out and paid the cabbie I took a deep breath and rang the bell.

"Good decision," Rosemary said as she opened the front door dressed in one of her silk dressing gowns.

"I really didn't have a choice, did I?" I replied as I tried to avoid her welcoming kiss.

"Ahhhh! We're in a sulk are we?"

Rosemary half chuckled, half sneered.

"Okay come in, have a drink, what you having? Scotch?"

It seemed a bit out of character to be drinking spirits so early on in the evening, but these were unusual circumstances.

"Okay, it's probably a good idea."

"Anaesthetic?" she suggested sarcastically as she poured half a tumbler full of expensive malt.

Handing it to me she went to sit on the sofa, crossing her legs and allowing the silk dressing gown to fall open revealing her legs wearing sheer stockings.

I sat down opposite her and there was an awkward silence. Even one sip of my drink made my head swim having not eaten very much that day.

I watched Rosemary cross her legs the opposite way and this time the silk hem rode up higher to reveal stocking tops and the hint of a suspender.

She knew I was looking and she made the first move. She tugged the tie around her waist and helped the dressing gown fall open. The sight of her body adorned in scarlet lingerie with her bare flesh exposed brought me up sharp.

I felt my cock harden and the guilt within me rise up.

"Fuck," I thought, but Rosemary simply smiled with self confidence.

She tapped the sofa beside her beckoning, and like a meek little lap dog I got up and walked over.

"That's better," she quietly said and as I sat down she reached up to kiss me. It felt like betrayal, my non existent conscience was resurrecting itself.

The kiss killed any of that conscience stone dead. Her fingers were fumbling with my belt buckle and my cock was growing by the second. Rosemary's dressing gown fell off her shoulders and she was whispering "I want you Tom, get undressed."

I leaned away and unbuttoned my shirt while Rosemary took her dressing gown off completely. She unclasped her bra and slid her panties down revealing that gorgeous pussy. In a matter of minutes I'd pulled my trousers and boxers off and discarded my shoes and socks.

Wearing just stockings and suspender belt and exuding a long sigh, her eyes fell upon my erection with what could only be described as hunger.

"Fuck me Tom, just like you did before."

She lay back along the length of the sofa, and I knelt above her looking down into her eyes.

"Yes… yes… go on… please!"

She was like a velvet sleeve, engulfing my cock inside her. We both sighed at the same moment when I entered her and her hips rose up to meet mine. There was no pretence, we fucked, my body slapping noisily against her inner thighs. Her finger nails dug into my shoulder blades and her mouth was panting into my neck when she came. This time she screamed loudly, totally without inhibition and her pussy began milking my cock. I shot spurt after spurt of semen into her and she raked her finger nails deeper into my skin.

"Fuck!" I yelled in pain. Rosemary thought it was pure lust until I whimpered, "Jesus Rosemary, that fucking hurt!"

I rolled aside and she realised what she'd done.

"I'm sorry… Tom I'm so sorry, let me see," trying to get a glimpse of where she'd hurt me.

She had actually drawn blood and in a panic clambered off the sofa, rushing to the kitchen to get a damp paper towel.

I laughed it off, but allowed her to tend to the wound which turned out to only be superficial.

"See what you do to me, you get me carried away," she muttered.

"Hmmm," I replied, "I need you to wear gloves next time."

There, I'd said it, 'the next time' and Rosemary gave a little smile of triumph.

"So you're honouring our contract are you?" she went on as she dabbed at my back. "That's okay now, it's not seeping anymore."

I looked at her guiltily as I stood up.

"I guess so, but I'm not happy about it."

"You were very happy when you were cumming inside me just now!" she giggled and got up off the sofa picking up her dressing gown and putting it back on.

"I'll phone for a taxi, I'll pay it's only fair."

It felt like not only was I being trapped into sex, but I was being paid for it as well. In the ride home I tried to block it all out and texted Vicky, telling her that I missed her.

"You seem to be working late a lot," mum said when I arrived back home, "are you busier at work?"

I brushed the question off with a casual, "Yes, a bit," wondering if even she was a bit suspicious about my whereabouts.

"When are you seeing Vicky again?"

It was a general mother to son question and I genuinely didn't know the answer.

"She can come and visit anytime here, you know that."

She suddenly lowered her voice, "You can sleep together, me and your dad don't mind… as long as you're careful."

I blushed bright red and mumbled some sort of answer.

I wanted to see her and I thought mum's suggestion was a good idea.

Next morning Rosemary was different again, even Alison noticed the change.

"She must have had a shag last night, she actually smiled and said 'good morning' to me today."

I felt my face go warm, and when I was called into her office I saw that she was perfectly made up, and was wearing a figure hugging dress with a hint of cleavage and higher heels than normal.

"Close the door Tom," she said, "sit down."

It sounded very formal until she whispered, "I'm wearing the same lingerie as last night Tom."

I kept a straight face, but felt my cock twitch.

"Are you?" I croaked.

Rosemary chuckled, "Oh god I love being a tease. Is your back okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"It's fine," I replied and sat there wondering about this flirty language which wasn't supposed to happen at work.

"Part of our little agreement I mentioned was some promotion. I'm putting you in charge of the Northern Ireland files. You'll still be under my supervision, but it will give me an excuse to pay you a little more. It will also mean you'll have to go to Belfast occasionally."

I felt elated inside, and smiled broadly.

"Thank you Rosemary… thanks."

For a brief moment I felt I was being paid for sex again, however I threw that thought aside.

"Keep it quiet outside, I don't want to stir up discontent, particularly with Alison! Just tell her you might need to take her along to Belfast too."

"I won't say anything," I replied.

"Oh and by the way, I'm inviting Vicky to stay with me, it's about time we made up, especially if you two are an item."

That did surprise me and I guessed she hadn't actually asked her at that stage.

"I'm not sure when, but no doubt she'll tell you, now you go and get on," and lowering her voice again she added, "Put next Tuesday in your diary for working late again."

I sat back at my desk and Alison was desperate to know what had been said.

"She's asked me to help with some Northern Ireland files, it means an occasional trip over there."

"Bloody cheek, I wonder why I didn't get any?"

"She did say you could come with me."

"Huh… spending even more time with you, I'm not sure that that's any incentive!"

"Alison! Can you come in here a moment?"

"Oh gawd," she muttered, and quickly went in to see Rosemary.

She reappeared fifteen minutes later, smiling and possibly reassured.

"She's promised to look at my pay at the next appraisal and she mentioned about going to Belfast with you."

"A good result, she obviously did get screwed last night!"

I felt brazen when I said that, if only Alison knew.

It was that evening I got a text from Vicky and Rosemary had in fact asked her to come and stay. I phoned her back from my room and was surprised to hear her positivity.

"If you and me are getting on then I need to make peace with her, I don't want her getting at you at work. I'm gonna stay with her the weekend after next, is that okay? We should be able to meet up, you could even stop over at hers with me."

I mumbled a reply, dreading the thought of sleeping with Vicky in the next room to Rosemary, horrendous!

For the rest of that week things went normally, the weekend was spent helping dad repair the garden shed for which he was grateful, and then on the Monday Rosemary reminded of my Tuesday evening 'overtime.'

I'd arranged to get picked up by her near the station. It was all clandestine stuff made worse by her unusual lime green Porsche. However it was raining heavily so people didn't take much notice and were hurrying to get home.

The now familiar groping of my crotch took place all the way to her house and along with her intoxicating perfume I was fully erect by the time we arrived. She turned off the alarm and told me to go upstairs and wait for her in bed. In my usual guilt ridden mode I climbed the stairs and got undressed.

While I lay there listening to her movements downstairs I randomly looked around the bedroom. Not hearing her coming for a while I crept off the bed and opened the sliding wardrobe door.

My mouth fell open when I saw at one end of the hanging section two leather outfits which were difficult to describe. I supposed they were fancy dress costumes until I saw in the shelf section alongside an array of leather straps, chains, and buckled attachments.

"You've found me out!"

Rosemary's suspicious voice came from the open bedroom door.

I stuttered, hurriedly sliding the wardrobe door closed, "No… I mean I'm sorry… I shouldn't have looked."

She laughed out loud, walking towards me, and reopened the wardrobe door.

"I'd better show you properly hadn't I?"

"No, it's okay, serves me right for being nosey."

"Go and lie on the bed, I'll give you a fashion show." She was smiling broadly and mischievously.

I thought it best to do as she asked, my cock had sagged to its normal state so I lay there propped up against a couple of pillows.

I watched as she took the first outfit from its hanger. It was not exactly leather, but a stretchy latex type catsuit with various zips and openings.

"This is my favourite. Want to see it on?"

I couldn't really say 'no,' so I watched her disappear into the en-suite with it. She was gone for several minutes before reappearing. I sort of gasped as I took in her body encased in the shiny black fabric which clung to every part of her. It went from her ankles up to her neck, with small openings through which her breasts protruded. She turned around and in the centre of her rear was a zip which would clearly open to show her 'strategic' parts.

"Fuck," I whispered, as she sashayed back to the wardrobe to pull a type of hood over her head, just showing her eyes, and mouth.

"I think we'd better go the whole hog," she said in a low voice, and began sorting though the collection of straps and chains.

She turned back towards me holding a handful of cuffs and straps.

"Lie back, get rid of those pillows."

Her voice seemed to have altered, and I started to argue, even though I was slightly amused.

"It's okay, I didn't want…"

"Shut up, and lie still," she was pretty clear I had to do as she said, so I went along with it.

I got the smell of the latex fabric as she leaned over me and put the cuffs around my wrists. They were secured by Velcro which made that scratchy noise as they were put on. Rosemary's breasts hung down from the two apertures in the front of the catsuit and after she'd secured them to the bedhead she did the same to my ankles when my amusement turned to slight panic as I realised I couldn't actually move very much.

She stood up and playfully flicked my cock with her fingers, turning to return the wardrobe. I couldn't really see what she was doing except that I saw her reaching behind her, however when she turned back to face me I was horrified.

"NOOOOO!… you can't…!"

She was wearing a sort of belt with a very large black dildo attached that was pointing threateningly at me. She took two steps towards the bed and cackled with laughter.

"Ohhhhh your poor face Tom, you didn't really think I would did you?"

As she spoke she removed her hood and took the dildo off, before reaching behind her to unzip herself and, with great difficulty, peel off the catsuit.

"You really thought I was going to… you know… fuck you?"

My heart rate was just about beginning to slow as Rosemary sat on the bed beside me. There were traces of talcum powder on her body from inside the suit, and she dusted those off as she looked down at me. Her hair was utterly disheveled from wearing the hood.

"Undo these now, you've had your joke," I said in a much more relaxed way.

But Rosemary chuckled again, "I had you there, however I think I might take my time now."

She reached down and casually flicked my cock once again, and then gripping it more firmly began to massage it to an erection.

"Oh c'mon Rosemary, let me out of these… please."

Even before I'd finished speaking, my cock was hard and upright. With a glint in her eye she climbed above me and straddled me, with her breasts hanging down and one hand guiding the head of my cock between her open legs.

I felt the wet softness of her pussy against the head and she lowered her weight downwards, sinking onto me with a sigh.

She paused and with me deep inside her she began to tease me. Her fingers began lightly stroking both my nipples, with another hand reaching behind her to gently squeeze my balls. Leaning forward she brought her lips close to mine without kissing me.

"You are such a cow!"

I'd given up protesting, she was having her fun.

"How will that look on your next appraisal, calling your superior a 'cow!"

Her hand squeezed harder on my balls.

"Fuck! Take it easy, shit that hurts!" I moaned.

She giggled again.

"I can't wait Tom, I need to cum."

And so she began to move. I watched her above me as she used my body to pleasure herself. Moving her hips back and forth, sometimes rotating them in a circle, all the time closing her eyes and beginning to groan with delight.

Her breathing got faster and she asked me not to cum.

"Hold on Tom… please don't yet."

I wasn't going to, I was intrigued by watching her efforts.

Her breathing was changing to a rapid panting, uttering little 'Uhhs' every few seconds until I knew she was almost there. She held still for a brief moment, cried out, and began shaking, her head thrown back and her mouth half open.

I felt her pussy convulse slightly and become warm and moist around my cock. It was enough for me to let go, and I groaned.

Rosemary felt me start to ejaculate inside her and leaned forwards to kiss me as I emptied myself into her.

"Good boy… good boy Tom," she whispered deliberately tightening her pussy muscles in rapid succession.

"Now can you let me out of these fucking things?" My wrists were getting sore with tugging against the restraints.

"I could keep you here all night for my own purposes couldn't I?" she teased.

"You wouldn't dare," I replied bravely.

She smiled as she climbed off me, her pussy seeping with my spunk, and she began to tear the Velcro cuffs apart.

"I don't think my daughter would go as far as this though to keep you."

The message was chilling and my absent conscience returned and guilt descended. The thought of Vicky knowing I'd fucked her mother yet again was only tempered by me fooling myself that this should go on.

"I'll call a taxi Tom, I've got an account with the cab firm now so it won't cost you."

The brazen way in which Rosemary spoke of an almost business like arrangement with me, I was now definitely feeling like a 'paid for' toy boy.

"Oh and when Vicky stays with me don't feel shut out, I know you'll want to see her."

Again the casual mention of her name cut deep, but the trap I was in needed a solution and I couldn't see one immediately.

"Have you eaten Tom?"

Arriving home my mum asked the question as I went to go upstairs and get changed.

"Not yet, I'll just have a sandwich, I ate at lunchtime, I'll get changed first," I lied.

As I got to my room I got a text from Vicky asking how my day had gone. By now I was getting so used to lying. I replied with the normal casual retort, thinking if only she knew.

Next day, together with the rest of the week, was routine except that Jed, my uni friend from London, was coming up to visit Mandy. I'd not heard a lot from him since his night of lust on the evening we met her and Rosemary in the nightclub.

He was going to spend the weekend with Mandy in her flat so I didn't tell mum that he was visiting, she might well have been shocked. I arranged to meet up with him for a coffee on the Saturday morning if Mandy hadn't devoured him by then. Sure enough we both got to the bar around eleven thirty and he had the broadest smile on his face.

"Don't tell me, I can guess!" I preempted anything he was about to say.

He was in good spirits and started by saying, "Mandy's gone off to buy an outfit for a dinner she's going to. She thought I'd hate hanging around changing rooms."

We shook hands and after we'd got the flat whites we tried to catch up. I played my cards pretty close to my chest and didn't reveal too much about Rosemary and my situation. However Jed had much to tell about Mandy, indeed about Mandy and Rosemary.

It seemed that the two of them were very much partners in crime over the years. They covered for each other when they had liaisons outside of their respective marriages. It was evident that both their divorces were unsurprising given their joint adventures.

Time passed quickly and Jed soon realised he was due to meet up with Mandy. He hurriedly texted her to tell her where we were and ten minutes later she arrived.

"Hello Tom, I'm glad you've stopped Jed wandering off, I don't want to let him go far."

Mandy was wearing tight leggings under a three quarter top that showed her ample breasts overflowing from her bra. Jed was a happy man, however it was clear that Mandy was an experienced flirt.

As she slipped onto one of the high stools between us she deposited her shopping bags on the floor beside her and used us both to help herself perch on the seat. In the process my thigh was grabbed and she gave me an ample view of her burgeoning breasts.

"I'd forgotten how good looking you were Tom. The night we met I was distracted by Jed! Rosemary was good enough to look after you while we were otherwise engaged."

She seemed quite shameless and it was difficult to tell how much, if anything, she knew about me and Rosemary.

"We all ought to go out together one night when Jed's around again."

I thought how much I didn't need any more complications in my life and I looked daggers at Jed when he agreed.

"Might be fun… a foursome."

When he realised what he'd said, he went bright red and tried to backtrack.

"I didn't mean it like that!" he said quickly.

Mandy laughed, "Awww, I don't know, I could think of worse ways to spend an evening!"

She caught my eye and I blushed too, while her hand squeezed my thigh.

I think Jed saw Mandy becoming a bit too flirty and he made the excuse that they had to get back. Mandy chuckled and before we parted she couldn't help saying that she looked forward to meeting up again, and thrust her bosom towards me while she kissed my cheek.

I made my way back home contemplating how life kept surprising me.

Monday at work was routine with Rosemary reminding me of Tuesday and meeting me in her car at the end of the day.

I'd had a couple of conversations with Vicky on the Sunday about her trip to stay with her mum the following weekend. I think she was just as apprehensive as me, but for different reasons.

She had to rebuild her relationship with her mother and I had to be as low key as possible. The one spanner in the works was whether I stopped over at Rosemary's house on the Saturday night. It was inevitably a point of discussion that Tuesday evening.

"Can you stop a bit longer tonight Tom? Message your mum, say you're meeting a friend or something."

Rosemary was massaging my thigh and smelling delicious in the close confines of her Porsche. I muttered something in response and quickly sent a text from my phone. I got a thumbs up emoji in reply and Rosemary appeared extremely pleased.

"I've missed you a lot," she said, working her way up to my groin.

"You mean you've missed the sex!" I retorted.

"That as well," her voice was quiet. "It is good with you though."

I sort of grunted and her fingers found the shape of my growing cock.

"Do you want me to dress up again tonight?" she had an amused tone to her question.

"Fuck off, I know you, you'd go further next time, I saw the size of that thing!"

She openly giggled and when I asked her if she'd ever used it she became very embarrassed. We'd arrived at the house and that saved her from answering. I let her turn off the alarm and followed her inside. She turned to kiss me.

"Where do you want to go? Upstairs? The lounge? On the stairs?" she giggled again.

We kept kissing and her body felt good up against me.

"Let's go upstairs, but I'm not being tied up again."

She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. Once in her bedroom we clung to each other again, both of us exploring the other's body.

Rosemary pulled away a little and stopped kissing.

"Would you like to tie me up?"

I didn't know quite what to say, I'd been taken by surprise.

"Like I did with you, I thought it might be fun?"

I began laughing, "You never stop surprising me, you know that. How many people get the chance of tying up their boss?"

"You don't want to?"

It was a temptation, and it seemed quite a turn on.

"Get undressed then," I motioned towards the bed and went to the wardrobe to see if those cuffs were there.

Last time I'd only briefly looked in the wardrobe before Rosemary caught me looking, this time I could go through what was actually there. I found the wrist and ankle cuffs straightaway along with lots of stuff I didn't recognise. I soon found a blindfold.

Rosemary was already nearly naked. I saw her pulling down her panties and lying back on the bed.

"Here, put this on, this will test your trust!"

She smiled a mischievous smile which made me feel extra horny.

"Sit up."

I put the blindfold on and secured it behind her head with the Velcro.

"Now lie back, I'll do your wrists first."

While I was securing her left wrist to the bed her right hand was finding my cock and massaging it briefly.

"Stop that, come here."

She giggled as I secured her right wrist followed by me spreading her legs and securing her ankles too. She was well aware that she was becoming aroused and I could clearly see her pussy lips swollen and pink.

"Done!" I declared, "your turn now to wait and wonder."

"I hope you're going to fuck me Tom, that's what we're here for."

"We'll see," I teased, "there's a few things I've seen in there."

I went back to the wardrobe and pulled out a smaller drawer lower down and my eyes set on what I wanted. It contained several 'toys.' I selected a large vibrator with a rounded head, a medium sized vibrator shaped like a penis, and a tiny silver metallic vibrator about the size of a large thumb.

As soon as I turned the large one on to test it for a couple of seconds Rosemary knew what I was up to.

"Oh no… Tom! I should never have agreed to this, you're meant to fuck me, not use those things!"

I chuckled and brought all three over to the bed.

"Your fate is sealed, I'm the boss now!"

Rosemary began to struggle, but clearly knew it was hopeless, she was familiar with the restraints and the Velcro couldn't be shifted easily.

I ran my hands up over her breasts and aroused the nipples, which halted her objections for a moment.

"Mmmm, that's better… oh yes Tom, I love the way you do that. So often I'd love you to do that at work."

"Oh so you have fantasies at work do you, very unprofessional!"

I ran my fingers downwards over her tummy until I was quite close to her pussy.

"Mmmmm, go on… please," she pleaded.

Briefly I ran one finger down between her pussy lips and into the wet cleft between. As she gasped and her body reacted by lifting her hips, I took it away.

"You sod!" Please!"

I laughed out loud and picked up the large vibrator, turning it on, and playing with the speed control.

"No, please don't use that, fuck me instead."

Ignoring her pleas I placed the head against one of her nipples and turned it to quite a gentle speed. She groaned and protested again when I placed it on her other nipple.

"You wait Tom, I'm gonna get my own back."

I ran the vibrating head down the centre of her body towards her spreadeagled legs. I ran it down the side of her hips and then along her inner thigh towards her knee.

"Fuck you Tom! You sod!"

As I swapped to the other leg and moved it upwards towards her pussy she began to pitch her body upwards off the bed.

It made me laugh more loudly and as soon as the head of the vibrator made contact with her pussy lips and I pressed it further and harder against her clit she screamed aloud.

"FUCK YOU!"

That was followed by a loud groan and almost a recognition of her hopeless situation.

"You are nothing but a bastard, you wait!… oh my god… oh fuck!"

The vibrations took effect and much of her resistance faded. I increased the speed a little and began pressing and moving the head with a bit more subtlety.

"Oh god," she kept repeating and began breathing more quickly.

"Tom, you really are a devil… fuck… Jesus… oh fuck."

The 'bastard' had been downgraded to a 'devil' and Rosemary was now abandoned to her fate.

Judiciously I raised the speed, then lowered it. I was enjoying myself and watching the whole of her body react to the approaching orgasm. It was a strange feeling of power over my boss.

Her rapid breathing became a panting, with brief moments where she held her breath. Her body movements increased again, this time more languorous as she twisted slowly.

She began to lick her lips, running her tongue over them and moving her head from side to side.

"Oh gosh… Tom… Tom… oh Tom… FUCK!"

With a sudden rise of her hips she began to cum.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck!" she cried out and I saw the flesh on her inner thighs begin to shiver. I continued to hold the head of the vibrator against her pussy but turned it down a little.

"Ohhhhh… ohhhhhh… Oh gosh Tom, stop… please."

But I didn't and Rosemary wasn't protesting greatly when she cried out again before shouting, "Fuck… Fuck… FUCKKKKKKK!" and she came again.

I relented then and switched off the vibrator before removing it.

There was silence except for Rosemary's heavy breathing which gradually subsided.

"Tom… god… you absolute devil, now take this fucking mask off, I want to see you!"

With a chuckle I took it off, Rosemary blinking in the light to focus on me. I leaned forward to kiss her and she pleaded again.

"Undo me, let me hug you."

I stood up and undid the cuffs around her ankles. As I knelt on the bed Rosemary clearly saw my erection which had a dribble of precum seeping from it.

"And I need to do something about that as well."

I turned and naturally found myself kneeling between her thighs.

"You can easily do that now," I muttered as I lowered myself forwards and directed my cock towards her very moist pussy.

I thought she'd protest, but she didn't as I slid inside her.

"Undo these," she asked quite reasonably about her wrists, but I'd had another little plan.

"Not quite yet," I replied as I lifted her hips and pushed my knees under her lower body. It meant I was able to be deep within her and her legs were wrapped around my back, however she was still secured by her wrists.

"PLEASE TOM!"

I smiled and reached for the tiny metallic vibrator. Puzzled she watched me push it down between our two bodies and up against her clit. Switching it on it vibrated a little more gently than the last one.

"Bastard… you wait!"

"More threats?" I replied and giggled as I pressed my cock as deep as it could go which held the vibrator firmly against her.

There was no need to move. I looked down at her as she relaxed and began to enjoy the joint sensation.

"Oh… Tom… I didn't expect this… oh gosh this feels so good."

The buzzing sound was muffled as I watched her become aroused again. But I'd miscalculated and hadn't realised it was affecting me too. My normal self control rapidly disappeared and Rosemary must have recognised this.

She chuckled and gasped at the same time.

"I think I'm gonna cum again," she groaned.

"Me too," I choked on the reply.

Both of us managed about thirty more seconds before I grunted and started to cum. Rosemary followed with a loud gasp and told me not to stop. The vibrator fell to one side onto the bed and I went on and on emptying myself inside her before collapsing beside her.

"Undo these fucking things," Rosemary repeated, "get them off me."

I reached up and across and undid them before she threw herself at me, cuddling me, grasping me, pulling me against her.

"Tom… I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything," I replied, yet again thinking about my guilt. When you've done something wrong those moments after orgasm seem to feel much worse.