Cheating wife Donna entertains

Have you ever wondered what your wife gets up when she's at work? Do you come home later than expected, and rush up to wash and change before you have the opportunity to exchange some words? Avoid intimacy with the excuse that he had a hard day in the office? Are you wearing inappropriate underwear to work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read it.

I would like to share a story with you about a situation that developed at work a year ago or so. At that time I was working in the busy service department of an electric retail company. There were about ten types that service all types of household equipment. We had a couple of girls working at the help desk and reception desk of clients by stairs, but our apartment was almost an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the boys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. He only worked part-time but looking at his wobble breasts while fighting with the electric floor polisher every morning became a quite distraction. At 11:30 she would make tea and coffee and take it to each of our desks in a tray. The boys would always be at the height of evil, ticking it while she had the tray and usually twisting around. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn't long before she twisted as well as her.

He had a fantastic body, which got into a small white nylon tight in general, always seemed to have the two top buttons undone, revealing enough scotch to have all our tongues hanging. It was all I could do sometimes to avoid holding a handful when he bowed with my coffee.

Then a hot day in the summer we had persuaded her to stay and wait after her shift so she could go out to the pub with us for a long lunch. Our boss was on a trip and no one intended to return. We all had a few drinks and Donna was getting a little extreme. He was flirting with the kids, sitting on his knees and putting his arms around his necks while laughing and talking. After lunch instead of going straight home the boys persuaded Donna to go back to the office for a coffee and pick up her bag. Looking at the clock and understanding that I had a lot of catching up to do so I left them at reception and headed to my office, reluctantly pick up my tools and start. I just started working on a product when, Dave put his head around my door.

"Come here," he said, "I have something to show you." I followed him to his office and closed the door behind us. I was surprised to see Donna was inside, looking very unhappy and unhappy. His hair and lipstick were everywhere. Look at this, he said as he pressed Donna against the wall. Sliding his hand among the poppers at the front of his uniform slowly opened them one by another, until the garment was opened from top to bottom. I could see her wonderful tits almost coming out of her white lace bra. Donna didn't try to stop him or cover himself while he reached behind her and moved her bra.

"Come on," he said, "Don't you want to feel good about these beauties?"

I couldn't believe what he was doing; but at times we had raised his bra allowing his complete breasts to fall free. While Dave kissed his open mouth, I finally cut my fingers to the soft flesh of those perfect tits, feeling the warm fullness in my hands as I lowered my head to suck his hardened nipples. I looked down and saw that Dave now had his panties halfway and his fingers well inside his pussy. While testing, Donna was allowing her legs to fall more open to accommodate him. I could say she was getting really excited by her quick breathing and the way she was responding to our kisses.

"We're gonna double it on the desk, I'm gonna get it," Dave said. "No," Donna spent, "you shouldn't," but she was already beginning to bend over the desk without our help.

I pushed a heavy box against the door while Dave held her firmly on her shoulders and slowly relieved her big hard dick in her waiting pussy. My eyes were transferred on her as I moved around the desk. A few days ago it seemed unattainable and now here I was almost naked in front of me with her wonderful big tits bouncing while my friend beat her pussy unrest.

I took her through the hair slowly lifting her head off the desk and tightening her tits while I offered my dick to her lips. He dutifully opened his mouth and let me in. The emotion was more than I could stand and it wasn't long before my sperm slipped on her face. Dave quickly kept pumping his sperm inside.

"Please don't tell others," Donna said as she dried her face in a nearby towel.

Turns out Dave had tried with her when we came back and had not offered any resistance. I guess the alcohol had played a role, but now we had gone so far there was no turning back.

It's worth keeping ourselves, now we have some kind of understanding. While the other guys still fantasize with their dream girl, we have it at any time and in any way we choose. She's a bitch now, every morning we see her husband say goodbye while leaving her at the front door, knowing that in a few minutes our dicks are going to fuck that sweet mouth. Several times I've had my dick inside her, snooping her from behind while she was waving it from my office window. I used to go out like we did; admitting once it wasn't the first time he'd taken more than one guy at the same time. It turned out that when she was about 15 years old and was on vacation in Spain with her parents, a group of about five local boys jumped over her and dragged her to her apartment. I guess with the intent to rape her gangs, but in the end she couldn't get enough of them and even came back the next night for another session. I don't think she shared any of this with her husband. As time passed we became more and more daring, I was a key headline for the office and I asked him to come for a couple of hours on Saturday morning. The office was closed, of course, but she gave her husband the excuse that we were taking action. When her husband Bill left her, Dave and I were waiting in advance. As soon as I changed the key at the door, we had her naked in seconds and started fucking her there at the front desk. I don't think Bill's car would have left the parking lot. He had brought a double bed of house and we stretched it over the dining table and took it for three hours in each conceivable position.

I must have made it four out of five times and my balls were hurting. Dave just ended up in his mouth when we heard the outer bell. I looked out the window and I saw Bill's car outside. Instead of panicking, I can't believe we did this, but while Dave ended up in his mouth I went down and made Billiard a cup of coffee and asked him to wait downstairs in reception for her, before he fucked Donna again one last time. We kept him waiting for another twenty minutes while I emptied another load on it. I think it was the excitement of knowing that her husband was just down the stairs, which increased our excitement again.

After washing and Donna had applied fresh makeup, we accompanied her downstairs.

"It looks like you've all been working hard," said Bill, looking at Donna's cheeks. "She works as a professional," I responded with a smile, "I don't know how we would handle without her."

I don't know what excuses he made, but on Monday he confessed that we had made it so painful that he couldn't have sex with Bill all weekend. Luckily she had rested because we had another session planned for her at lunch. We had her many times after that, both in working hours and outside. Even at the office's Christmas party, while one of our colleagues kept Bill talking at the bar, we sat down Donna between us and fingered her discreetly under the table. I was a few meters away, but I had no idea what was going on. Each puts one hand in his leg, forcing them apart and allowing us to unrestricted access to his pussy. In the end I removed his wet underwear completely soaked, placing the tiny thong in my pocket as a souvenir. I remember that we were all getting so excited about what we were doing that we took her to the hotel elevator and after reaching the top floor, I opened the door with my foot, while Dave and I had his dress pulled and our hands on their tits tightening hard making their nipples uncover. Then we kneel on the ground between us while we both furiously masturbate in his open mouth. We took crazy risks, someone might have come out of their rooms and caught us, but I guess that made it look like more out. When we had finished with her, some of our sperm had jumped over her cheek and Dave wouldn't let her clean, making her walk through the lobby of the hotel before giving her a donna tis. When we got to the bar, Bill was still chatting and drinking and hadn't even noticed Donna was missing. It was that night that we took the most daring trick yet. Dave and I kept buying Bill's whiskey until he could barely get up, so we helped him get back to his room by letting him go to bed. We stayed in his room for half an hour, and while Bill was still out of the cold, we pulled his wife's tits out of his dress and played with his nipples while we talked. It was so tempting to fuck her back in bed next to her sleeping husband, but we thought it might be too tempting fate.

Sadly all good things have come to an end and we say goodbye to Donna at the end of last year when Bill's work forced them back to Frankfurt. Although I'm sure you can imagine we gave him a farewell party to remember, but that's another story.