This is a more recent story for a change. A few years ago, I (32) got a job with a small family company, doing design work mainly. They were nice people: a middle aged couple, their three kids – who came in every now and then – plus a few other full-timers. The office was a converted unit in town, and it was great for me. I rode my bike early in the morning, had a shower in the back, and got started before anyone else is there.

One day, I step out of the shower to grab a towel, and the wife of the couple is standing there, mouth open. I’m stark naked, on full display, and for a second neither of us can find the words. She starts apologizing profusely, trying to look anywhere but my cock, and I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around my waist. “I’m so sorry!” she says again. “I didn’t realise it was you in here.” “No problem,” I say, giving her a smile.

To be honest, I’m not fazed. There’s never been any chemistry between us. I’d describe her as your typical middle-aged mom — shoulder length black hair, a bit on the heavier side. She always dressed down a little, in hoodies, jeans and trainers. I’d never thought about her in any other way. She apologizes again, and closes the door. I get changed and clock in shortly after, not really giving it much thought anymore.

Later that morning, I’m working on my new brief when a Teams notification pops up. It’s her. “So sorry again. Maybe we need to think about putting a lock on the shower door.” I’m about to reply when I see she’s still typing. “Or maybe not? 😉”

The boss is flirting with me? Well…okay. From my desk, I can partially see into the office across the hall, which she shares with her husband. He’s on his computer in one corner, none the wiser that his wife is talking about seeing her employee’s cock that morning. It gets hot and heavy after a while. She ends up confessing that she’s had an office crush on me for a while — that she’s always wondered what I was packing and she’s not disappointed. I don’t think I get much work done at all, and she doesn’t either. She’s constantly upping the ante, and I’m right there with her.

It ends with her asking whether I’ll be in at the usual time tomorrow, and hinting very obviously that she might come in earlier too. My cock is rock hard at this point. I can’t help fantasizing about what’s under that hoodie, and the sizeable ass under her jeans. At the same time, I’m a bit nervous. Who would I even talk to about this? It’s not like there’s anything like a HR department. I decide to ask her straight up. “Won’t your husband wonder where you are and what you’re doing?” There’s a longer pause than usual between replies. “What if he knew?” And then: “Would that freak you out?” Fuck. This is not what I expected to happen today. I’m thinking about how to tactfully pull the plug, but I can feel my cock stirring. I’ve come this far, I think. “No.” She replies: 😈

And then things pick up in the office. They’re answering calls and printing things. Were we really going to leave it there, with a smiley face? To be honest, I didn’t know what else to say. At home time, I pack my things and pop my head around their door. “See you tomorrow,” I say in the most normal way I can. Both of them look up, smile and wave. Has she told him already? He doesn’t give anything away, at least. He’s your typical middle aged manager looking type: glasses, stocky, with a bit of fat around the belly. Not very threatening. At least not now. What about when his wife tells him she’s been sending dirty messages about my cock?

I’m so turned on by the time I get home that I have to relieve myself. I come hard thinking about fucking her from behind, and — strangely — him watching in his office chair while she moans in pleasure. I picture us all cumming at the same time: me filling up his wife, her shuddering in pleasure on my cock, and him making a mess in his trousers while he watches her writhe in ecstasy.

The next morning I wake up nervous, wondering if yesterday even happened. But no one’s there when I arrive at work. I strip off and get in the shower, and start soaping myself down. And then there’s a knock. At first, I think I imagined it. I put my head around the curtain and see her standing in the doorway. She’s smiling at me slightly shyly, wearing a bathrobe.

“Is there room in the way for one more?” she says. Fuck. I can’t really believe this is happening. I pull the shower curtain to one side, suddenly aware that I’m naked and that my dick is already rising to attention. She removes the belt on her robe and lets it fall off her shoulders.

I take her in while she watches me coyly. She’s in pretty good shape for her age: soft, milk-white skin, an hourglass figure — small waist, a very full chest, with large, round areolae — and a well-manicured bush. She steps into the shower and we kiss, fast and hard, her body pressing against mine. I move my hands down to her ass. It’s wet with the hot water running down her back. Suddenly her hand is on my cock, moving up and down. With the other one, she reaches over to the tap behind me and turns off the water. She manoeuvres past me — still holding my dick — and bends over and places her hands on the tile wall, her legs spread and ass pushing out.

I move in behind and start to fuck her like that, grabbing hold of her ass so I can go deeper and deeper. She’s vocal. Really vocal — half laughing and yelling in pleasure, and begging me to fuck her. I think the whole building is going to hear. She feels so good, and I’m mesmerized by the way her ass moves. We fuck for what seems like 10 minutes, before I can feel myself getting close. I pull out and erupt all over her back, almost collapsing onto her.

She turns around, smiling at me, and opens the tap. I put my hands back on her waste and draw her close, her chest pushed close against mine. Warm water is rushing over us now. “Thank you,” she says. “I needed that.”

We kiss, slowly this time. A minute later she turns off the water, and we dry ourselves off. It feels a little strange watching each other quietly get dressed. I watch her put on her underwear — black tasteful lace — and then her regular hoodie and jeans. She’s out the door first, turning around to give me a quick smile. “I hope that’s not the last time.” I smile back. “It better not be.”

I have to admit I’m wondering about my choices at this point. Was that a good idea? What happens now? And what will her husband do? I’m still asking myself those questions when I open the door and come face to face with him. He’s standing there in his office outfit smiling at me, with a hot coffee in one hand.

“Thought you might need one, since you started so early.” He hands me the coffee, gives me a wink, and then walks on to join his wife in their office.

Well, that was weird. It got weirder too over the next months. Although it was also a massive turn on. One morning she sucked my cock at my desk after work, while he was finishing up a report in his office. Another time, we fucked on her desk while he watched from the doorway, the two of us facing him. (Stories for another time maybe.) But he and I never talked about it.

Eventually, I ended up finding a new job, with better pay and better conditions. I was sad to leave, but the timing meant that we couldn’t say a proper goodbye. All I got on my last day was a chaste kiss on the cheek from her and a firm handshake from him. Suffice to say that my new job doesn’t come with the same kinds of perks…