AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4. |
Since I wrote "Lost Wife" I've been thinking about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So I wrote the story about the three guys in the supermarket car park, then the fine tit fucks she gave at her office Christmas do, and lastly the three guys in the back seat of someone's car. Now where do I go from here? It's been too many years to remember details of any other story she told me so the next part must, I'm afraid, be more fiction than fact. What I'm going to do is reconstruct elements of her life that I know are true but putting a fictional slant on them. Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view.
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I stretched until my joints cracked, then I slipped naked out of our bed. My husband had been gone for hours as he starts work very early. A quickly showered then I dressed in my usual office gear -- a pair of white knickers, then my longish pinstriped skirt. I turned and looked at myself in the full-length mirror and I'm happy to see that my size "D" tits are still looking high and firm. I then put on my jacket over them and do up the two buttons. It's exciting to know that I'm only two little buttons away from having my tits exposed to the world.
The drive to work was uneventful and I set about doing some paperwork before that morning's meeting. James, my boss, collected me and we spent the next two hours in with our big boss deciding on our next "in depth" customer survey. Boring David, my big boss, doesn't even look at my boobs once.
"Let's go back to my office and we'll discus the implications of this new thrust," James said with a straight face.
Well, I knew what sort of thrusting he wanted to do, and boy was I up for it. My husband had been working a lot of overtime recently and had been too tired to give me what I need. I don't fuck about. Just as soon the door closed behind us I wiggled out of my knickers. I hitched up my skirt and sat down on his desk.
"Fucking right," laughed James and he approached me.
I spread my legs as wide as my pinstriped skirt would allow and he moved in between them. His hands undid my two little buttons and he then set about squeezing my tits. There must be a direct connection between my tits and my pussy for just as soon as anyone starts on them my pussy starts to cream. James is fairly fit for an old guy -- for I know he's over forty with a wife and two kids at home -- but his cock was always hard for me. Our talk about the new thrust lasted all of five minutes but that was just what I needed and my first orgasm of the week washed over me.
"Fucking 'ell," sighed James, "fucking needed that."
"Me too," I said between breaths.
"Yeah, that reminds me," said James zipping up his fly, "Mr. Roberts from Customer Services wants someone to go with him on his overseas meetings and he's asked for you."
"Oh?" I said.
"Yeah, apparently he's seen you about and thinks you may be up for it," said James.
"Oh yeah," I said, "and just what do I have to do on these overseas trips?"
"Don't know," said James with a shrug, "but he wants to see you this afternoon at three in his office."
Well, it may be another step up the corporate ladder. No harm in hearing what he has to say.
"Oh yes, come in and sit down," said Mr. Roberts, "there's coffee if you want. Right glad you've come," he said. "What I need is someone reliable for my overseas meeting with the other airlines. James tells me you're up for most things."
Fuck it, what has James been saying about me?
"So I need an assistant, a colleague, and secretary all rolled into one," he said, "and of course it will merit a jump in your pay scale."
"Right," I said, this sound good, "what sort of jump?"
"Well, if you're the right person for the job," he said, his eyes moving from my face to my boobs, "I expect we can offer you a two year jump."
"Sounds good," I said, and it did. The way his eyes moved over my body told me all I wanted to know. "So what's the job consist of?"
"Okay, once a month minimum, I have to liaise with one of our partner airlines and discuss fares and other related items," he outlined. "I need you there to take independent minutes. Also, I need you to accompany me to formal dinners and such and to help entertain our overseas friends."
"Sounds okay," I said, "do I still work under James in the mean time? Or do I transfer to your department?"
"Oh no," he smiled at my words, "I'll just take you when I need you."
"Anything else I need to know?" I asked.
"Oh yes, one last thing," he smiled, "we'll be giving you a generous clothing allowance in addition to you pay raise."
"It all sounds fun," I said.
The only fly in the ointment was Mr. Roberts himself. Not the fittest of guys but, there again, a girl can't always be fussy.
"Tell you what then," he said. "I got to go to Holland next week. You come as a trial and we'll see how we go, OK?"
"Okay," I said.
"So what did he say?" asked James when I came back to my own department.
"He said that you told him I was a good lay," I said, "and he needs someone to have dirty nights away on the company."
"I said no such thing," James said going white so I knew I had struck a cord.
"I'm just teasing," I laughed.
"So, what does he want you for?" he asked.
"He didn't come out with it direct," I said, "but he does want me in his bed and probably in his counterparts' bed too."
"Oh," said James. I could see his wasn't happy about sharing me but that was just tough shit. "So what are you going to do then?" he asked.
"Well, with a two year pay raise and generous clothing allowance I'm going to accept, of course," I said.
The flight over was nice, especially in first class. My husband wasn't too keen on losing me for three days but then he hadn't noticed me much over the last few weeks anyway. Mr. Roberts (call me Jack) didn't take long to unbutton my jacket and have a go at my tits. We were freshening up in our hotel room after the flight.
"We have a couple of hours before the meeting," he leered, "so let's have some fun."
Now, I'm always up for a bit of fun. His hands squeezed my tits hard just the way I like; the pain shot through my body and started my pussy lubricating.
"My god, will you look at those tits," he exclaimed. "You know, I've heard stories about you and it looks like they're all true."
"What sort of stories?" I teased.
He didn't answer because his mouth was full with one of my nipples. For an old guy -- he must be fifty at least -- his cock was nice and hard and filled me nicely. He brought me to a quick orgasm, partly because I needed one badly and partly because what I was doing was just a little bit disgusting.
I pulled on fresh knickers and then put back on my old business suit and off we went to work fully refreshed.
The next two days were bloody hectic but not all of it was work, of course. My shorthand was a little rusty but my hips were in prime condition. Jack was quite a stud for a guy who will never see fifty again, and then so was Henry, our SAS colleague. I think it's called "shuttle bed diplomacy". To get SAS to agree to our new fare policy, my body was used as a bargaining tool. I think I should ask for more clothing allowance; not that I seemed to wear much.
It was nice to get home to my own bed though. I think it's like all holidays, great to go on but better still to come home. My husband had missed me too and gave me I right seeing to, then promptly fell asleep. I lay awake thinking about other naughty things I had done abroad. God, I can remember that museum in Greece when I distracted the guard so that my husband could take some pictures of some silly statue. I can still almost feel his rough hands maul my naked tits but then my husband came and interrupted us just when I was about to give the guy one of my famous tit fucks. Never mind, I've made up for it since.
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Now, I'm not saying this actually happened, but knowing my wife as I did, it wouldn't surprise me. She did go away once a month or so with one of the higher management guys and would be gone two or three days at a time. She did get a huge pay raise and that big clothing allowance too, so who knows. She never confessed any wrongdoings to me, drunk or sober.
As I have said in my first "Lost Wife" story, I have found a few pictures showing her fine tits. If any reader would like to see one, just ask and don't forget to include your return e-mail address and I will send you a photograph. If you've have already received one, please say which ones you've seen and I'll send you a different one.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 6
