Warning: This story contains graphic depiction of sex between
consenting adults. It is fiction and as such, it is fantasy. Any
similarities to any persons living or dead, or actual places are
purely coincidental.


Mandy

By Romany

(Cheating husband, M/F)

The reports had to go in the mail by 3:00pm or it meant a trip to
the courier Saturday morning. But no matter how hard I tried to
get them in a large post box, small crises intervened and I
missed the deadline. I decided to at least finish the
presentation that evening despite it being Friday and everybody
had left for the day. I knew my wife would take the kids to their
School PTA disco at 7:00 so I just carried on completing the task
I thought I would have finished early afternoon. It was while I
was wandering back from the resource room that I heard a knocking
at the Exit door from the break room. I was puzzled as to who
would be knocking at that door from the alley at this time;
unless it was pranksters who had seen the light on this gloomy
wet winters evening. I doubled back and pushed the crash bar
gingerly, not knowing who to expect in the dark alley. To my
surprise there stood Mandy Richards, the delicious young redhead
from the first floor insurance office.

�Mandy�what on earth�� I began with a grin and quickly realized
she was more than a little tipsy judging by the goofy grin and
strong smell of alcohol.

�I left my car keys and pocket book in the office when we all
went to the pub this afternoon,� she slurred with a giggle and
without waiting for me to give her room, shoved past me into the
warmth of the break room.

Having literally pushed me aside to get in, she paused and her
manners caught up with her and she turned; red faced in
embarrassment.

�Oh�I�m so sorry Ray,� she began. �Where are my manners�I�m so
sorry I�m being a rude bitch,� she slurred and made to look
genuinely regretful.

�No matter Mandy,� I chuckled, not in the least offended.

�I got a little wet,� she said and brushed at her blouse which
was clearly wet above her ample breasts.

I could see the ornate lace of her bra through the opaqueness of
the wet white blouse material. She wore a faux sued overcoat and
the shoulders were also very wet. She must have rushed back from
the pub through the rain without belting her coat up. I stared at
her magnificent rack and missed the fact that she was watching me
ogle her. When I realized I was taking a keen interest in her
boobs, I looked at her face quickly and noted the sly smile on
her lips as she regarded me ogling her. I reddened at being
caught overtly leering at her breasts and coughed nervously as if
to punctuate a more seemly attitude.

�How long were you at the pub?� I asked with a wan smile; noting
her intoxication.

�Oh�since lunchtime,� she said candidly. �Eric Peters left today.
He�s off to boot camp. We sort of gave him a farewell,� she
grinned. �Old Byrnes got his credit card out,� she added
referring to her boss Dave Byrnes.

She was doing her best to enunciate soberly but it made it even
more obvious how delightfully pissed she was. Her red hair
tousled from hurrying through the wet night and the disheveled
state of her blouse in the top of her skirt waistband as a result
of trying to tuck the blouse in without easing the skirt at the
waist.

�Sounds like a long session,� I chuckled.

�Why are you still here?� she asked, looking around and noting
the office was still very much a blaze of lights.

�I need to get these reports ready to go out in the courier
tomorrow morning,� I answered ruefully waving the documents I�d
just bound. �I missed the afternoon courier run and have to have
these in head office by Monday.�

She nodded her understanding.

�You should be home with your family on such a wet night,� she
said in a kindly way.

�Oh no�it�s disco night at the school. The kids are boogying down
and spending their allowances on candy,� I laughed. �And their
mother will be policing the older kids who are constantly trying
to get in a clinch in the middle when the slower songs play,� I
laughed.

She giggled.

�Horny little kids�that�s funny,� she said grinning at me.

�Some are not so little,� I grinned. �It seems to start early
these days.�

�I was an earlier starter,� she said with a wistful look and
glanced down at her damp bosom and nonchalantly adjusted her rack
in her bra and muttered �ooh I�m wet and icky.�

I swallowed hard and stared at her beautiful figure. Mandy was
the building hottie. Everyone liked her and just about every man
in this small office complex wanted to nail her; or fantasized
about it at least.  I did�had; literally jacked myself off in bed
after Rose had risen for the day. That quick frantic morning
tugging before having to roll out of bed to face the day. Mandy
and her great little body was one of my favorite fantasies. She
was no more than about five foot two inches but beautifully
proportioned with a slight over abundance of boobs for the rest
of her lithe figure. She had shoulder length straight reddish
hair parted in the middle, and cherry red lips to compliment her
pert nose and wide hazel eyes that made her seem like she was
always surprised. Once again she saw me looking at her and she
grinned sweetly, obviously not fazed by me looking at her
personal adjustment.

�How long is your family at the disco?� she asked, taking me by
surprise with the question.

�Oh�it finishes at nine and after Rose helps set the hall back to
tidy again, they usually get home between nine or nine
forty-five,� I answered. �It�s a sure fire way for the PTA to
make two hundred and fifty bucks or so a night without having to
sell raffles tickets or have cake and lemonade stalls,� I
chuckled. �Quite lucrative each semester with a disco every
second Friday.�

I noted she sort of glazed over my explanation of the disco and
PTA information and her face took on an enigmatic look.

�So you�re in no rush to get home them,� she said as if deducing
the obvious.

Actually I would rather have been home in time to see my family
go out as it always gave me a quiet couple of hours to indulge
myself on the internet; and time to clear traces of the dirty
sites I cruised while sucking a beer and occasionally pulling my
dick.

�I�m just about to put these in the courier envelope and bolt for
home,� I answered with a grin. �That first beer is going to slide
down nicely.�

Her face dropped at my answer, realizing she had not assessed my
evening agenda correctly.

�Oh�you need to get off�of courses,� she began. �I�ve been
sitting on a barstool for nearly seven hours,� she concluded with
a chuckle.

�Um�look, I left my keys and swipe card up in the office and I
was wondering if you could let me in up the stairs to get them. I
saw the light on and guessed someone was still here,� she said a
little more coherently.

I wondered at the seemingly rapid improvement in her sobriety
judging by her speech now. She seemed more together than when she
walked in. Was her being a little drunk just an act?

�Sure I can let you through the stairs,� I answered brightly. But
I�ll need to come with you as the doors to the floors above are
one way. Out to the stairs not in. Fortunately as Fire Marshall,
I have the key to open the doors to each floor from the
stairwell,� I explained.

�Oh�I�d forgotten about that. Shows how much I use the
stairs�always take the elevator even for just one floor,� she
chuckled. �But you say you have a key�that�s great.�

�Right well I�ll just put these in my office and get the key,� I
said with a grin and started for the door to go back into the
office area. I paused and then doubled back quickly, remembering
the Exit door I�d let her in. Mandy was right behind me and I
turned into her. She bumped into me and bounced back a little and
I dropped the bound reports and took her arms for fear I�d
knocked her over. It was an instant moment as she stood in
surprise, transfixed as I was now pressed right up against her
and holding her upper arms. We stood like this for what seemed a
long time but was in fact just a matter of seconds before I
stepped back apologizing profusely for my clumsiness. She giggled
and patted her clothes and hair as if I�d just trampled her and I
stepped around her to double check I had locked the Exit door
properly.

�All locked,� I said. �I�m sorry I nearly skittled you,� I added
once again;  a little embarrassed I�d nearly flattened her.

�No�no�Ray�it�s alright,� she giggled. �I�m fine�really�just got
a fright,� she laughed nervously. �I�m just a silly ass that�s
all.�

�You�re anything but a silly ass Mandy,� I said with a grin and
then reddened as I realized how that must have sounded like a
lame opening line.

She grinned and I stooped and picked up the reports and made to
the corridor. She followed once more and I waited for her to walk
past me into the corridor, and then switched the lights off in
the break room. Without waiting for me she walked to the end of
the corridor and turned the corner into the office area proper
and made the beeline for my office on the front wall. I had a
window to the street. Mandy had made a habit of coming into the
building via the very door she entered tonight. She was friends
with one of my previous staff members, Cheryl, who often came in
to work each morning through the Exit door in the break room.
Mandy would accompany her and cut through our offices and into
the main entrance hall and use the elevator to her floor. They
parked their cars two streets back and cut through the alley
instead of the long walk around to the building�s main entrance.
Whoever arrived first in the morning made it a habit of unlocking
the Exit door and leaving it ajar for those staff who approached
from the alley. The exit shouldn�t have been used as an entrance
door and I was just as guilty as everyone else and used it also.
So when I became manager, I found it a little hypocritical to
stop it now I had the car park out front that went with the
senior position.

Mandy had paused to wait for me in my office door way and she
smiled sweetly as I brushed past her to place the reports on the
desk and fished around in the top drawer for the large key to
open the fire exit doors from the stairwell.

�Got it,� I said holding up the big grey key.

Mandy smiled and nodded in a goofy sort of way. It was obvious
her moment of sobriety in the break room was just that; a moment.
She was still looking a little worse for the alcohol she had
consumed that afternoon.

�Right�let�s get you into your office,� I said cheerfully and she
turned and let me brush past her and I led the way out into the
office area and headed for the far left wall where the Exit door
for the office proper was situated at the bottom of the
stairwell. There was another exit door from the stairs which led
out into the alley at the rear of the building. I pushed the
crash bar and the door opened and I held it as Mandy seemed to
float past me and stopped at the first step. The stairwell was
cool and had a strong odor of damp concrete being as the walls of
the vertical shaft were bare plaster. I wondered why she had
stopped ,so to show her the way, I brushed past her yet again and
with a grin said �follow me� in a bright voice and set off up the
two flights to the first floor landing. I was halfway up the
first flight when I checked and noted she hadn�t moved.

�Mandy�are you Ok?� I asked a little concerned as to why she
hadn�t moved.

�Yep�yep�just getting my breath,� she said with a show of
enthusiasm but I was sure she was contemplating she was too drunk
to climb the stairs.

She very carefully negotiated the first few steps, like a toddler
taking the first few steps after learning to walk. Then she
picked up her pace and soon joined me on my step. I immediately
moved up ahead so she wouldn�t stop with me and soon we had
reached the first landing. She stopped and giggled drunkenly and
held the wooden handrail and grinned goofily at me.

�I�m a bit out of condition,� she giggled, trying to explain her
lack of sureness on the stairs.

I grinned at her knowing she was feeling a bit dizzy due to the
effects of the booze and the exertion she was giving to get
herself up the stairs. I set off once again and happily by the
time I had the big metal key releasing the crash bar from the
inside of the door the large fire door was able to be prised open
easily enough.  I stood holding the door ajar and she floated
past me; puffing audibly. Once inside she paused in the darkened
office; a weak pool of light just inside the doorway from the
stairwell lighting was all that was lighting the office and it
had the effect of ruining any night vision we had to see in the
darkened office. Mandy disappeared and I let the door close
against the jamb but not lock. I stood for a few seconds and
waited for my eyes to adjust to the night light coming through
the windows on the far side. Weak ambient light from the street
lamps and building signs out in the street. I had no idea where
Mandy was so I moved tentatively around the wall, using the
partitions to the cubes for the workers to guide me along the
corridor. I bumped into her. It was as if she was waiting in
hiding like a predator waiting for its prey. I jumped and a small
cry of surprise escaped my lips moments before her upturned faced
zeroed in; and be fore I knew better, I was letting Mandy  sloppy
kiss me in a hungry manner. I froze and she moved against me, and
just as I was mustering up the courage to dissuade her from doing
this, I felt a hand gently yet deliberately grab me between the
legs. In the midst of a few attempts to speak and discourage the
advance she had made, I felt my cock getting quickly hard and the
warmth of her body now pressed hard against me drove all sensible
reason from my thoughts. This was actually very, very exciting
and not a little erotic because of her mobile tongue slithering
around my mouth and her hand now carefully aligning my erection
so she could grip it with a full dagger-like grip through my
pants.

With me not fighting her off, my drunken little make-out mate
became emboldened and I was astonished to feel her bare hand on
my cock. Just how she got my zipper down so secretly I still
can�t work out, but now my cock was jutting through my shorts and
pants and she was jacking me while grasping my head from behind
and kissing me passionately. All the while moaning her enjoyment
of what was happening. I was totally disarmed by her and I can�t
recall any thoughts of home, wife and kids crossing my mind. I
half turned her against one of the low booth partitions and
reciprocated by shoving a hand between her legs while putting an
arm around her to hold her close. For the next few minutes we
felt each opt her up and kissed passionately.  She appeared from
a distance to be wearing stockings or panty hose but they turned
out to be the variety of stockings that clung to the tops of the
thighs. Her groin was bare apart from the crotch of her panties.
I pulled the thin strip of material aside and slid two fingers
straight into without any resistance from her. She was
surprisingly wet and clearly as horny as hell. I also noted there
was a distinct absence of pubic hair of any kind and my mind
raced  noting she was shaved. It was a fantasy of mine to have
Rose shave her sex but I was too gutless to ever broach the
topic; even in times of almost adolescent sex talk we sometimes
indulged in. Mandy was my dream snatch right here in my hand and
I just about melted on the spot. She was groaning now as my
fingers were curled inside and the natural bend of the fingers
was scraping and pushing her clitoral area. Her kissing became
less assured as she was articulating in grunts groans and
monosyllabic mutterings of �yes�oh �Christ�God�yes�deeper�� and
other such mumblings all panted into my mouth. I was rock hard
and  I wanted to simply bone her. I was trying to get some
bearings and  I was frantically trying to get into a cube and
onto a desk or chair when she suddenly pulled away. I cried out
in disappointment but it was short lived as she squatted and I
felt her mouth go over my cock. The brief panic that she was
breaking off the encounter  left me and I stood with one hip
against the booth partition as she started to jack and suck me
with strong expert strokes and swirling of the tongue. I stood
and just let her go to it. I couldn�t feel her between the legs
or even fondle her magnificent breasts, she was so  low in front
of me.

I guess the safe thing to do was just blow my nut in her mouth
and then mentally chastise myself for letting this happen. I mean
it wasn�t like �real sex�. This wasn�t proper adultery. If I had
any though that I could minimize my adulterous behavior, she had
other ideas as she suddenly stopped sucking, and struggled  in an
ungainly manner to her feet; still holding my cock.

�Byrnes� office,� she gasped, trying to get her breath from
having her mouth full of cock, and partly from standing too
quickly in her intoxicated state. I was surprised and befuddled
by what she meant but she dragged me through the gloom and into
an office similar to mine in size. This was Dave Byrnes, the
boss�s office. By now we were both seeing easily in the light
from outside coming into the office as our eyes were accustomed
now. She cleared Byrnes photographs of his family at one end of
the desk with her free arm; and backing around, she put her butt
against the edge and lay her body back. She was still wearing her
top coat which fell open.

�Fuck me quickly�come into me�hold my legs,� she gasped as she
spread her legs and tried to lever them into the air.

I didn�t wait for further instructions and grabbed her legs
behind the knees and lifted them up and out and over my
shoulders. I eased in between her legs and grabbing the crotch of
her panties, I pulled it to one side and shoved three fingers
fully into her; and for a few minutes I languidly felt her up and
stroked her clitoris.  I shoved my free hand inside her blouse
and under a bra cup and pinched her nipples which were hard from
arousal .

She groaned and moaned and moved her hips around the desk and the
muttered �oh for God�s sake do it Ray�just fuck me� she gasped 
with a degree of annoyance that I was intent on fingering her. �I
fucking need it�just get into me,� she gasped and then groaned in
enjoyment as I hit her clitoris.

This was great. The building hottie was begging me to fuck her. I
could do it instantly but an egotistical streak in me wanted to
torment her with my fingers and make her beg even more. It lasted
about thirty seconds. I was indeed driving her wild with my
fingers while she was in position to enter and fuck. But she was
pissed at me for my indulgence  in an erotic sort of way and she
slapped me.

�Get into me you shit,� she panted as her palm landed on my ear.

Not a full blooded angry swing but it took me by surprise and any
bravado of dominance I had vanished and I surrendered to her
demand; and grabbing my cock, steered it towards the general
direction of her exposed snatch .

She groaned a long drawn out �Y-e-s-s-s-s-s�� followed by �that�s
it Ray�do it�go deep�fuck me hard,� she cooed at the end of her
initial sigh of joy at finally being penetrated.

I did. I swung at her as if my life depended on it. She was at
the right height and I gave her a good strong solid poke as I
swung my hips back and forth obscenely. Mandy draped one hand
over her abdomen and held the hem of her skirt back out of the
way. As I was watched her face and the rapt expression of carnal
enjoyment that had taken over her pretty features, it occurred to
me this might not be the actual first time being fucked on a
desk. In fact it seemed suspiciously like Mandy was having a redo
on a past experience or perhaps experiences. The way she
immediately got me to hold her legs up; the holding of her skirt,
and the exact position she had maneuvered her butt so that her
crotch was just beyond the edge of the desk. I had no impediment
to simply fucking her as deep as her spread legs and my groin
would allow.

My wife Rose needs clitoral stimulation and usually it does not
come through sex. It�s a before or after activity to get her off;
usually without failure to do so. I have never had a sexual
partner in my can-count-on-two-hands list of conquests who could
cum vaginally and most were erratic at best at cumming at all
during sex. But Mandy was now moaning and groaning and commending
me to �fuck me you bastard� in such a way I had no doubt she was
genuinely highly aroused and enjoying the cock shagging her
without little clitoral contact here on her bosses desk. So I let
it all hang out. Without trying to milk the fuck for all I was
worth, assuming this could�should�would, never be repeated
again., I fucked her stupid and to my amazement, Mandy had the
most loud and energetic orgasm I have ever been party to with any
woman. I was so enthralled with her gyrations and her legs
squeezing my neck while her hands grasped my upper body and
pulled me into her, I stopped fucking and just watched her face
and the obvious pleasure that she was experiencing. She was now
cooing �oohhh�oohh�oohh� in rhythm with her breathing and letting
the feelings wash through her. It was sort of a detached feeling
I had watching her enjoyment. As she finally allowed the feeling
to flow through her and some semblance of awareness returned to
her face, she gave me an odd look.

�Didn�t you get there?� she said almost incredulously making it a
rhetorical question.

I blushed at realizing I had simply been overwhelmed by her
orgasm and I looked a little sheepish as if she was hurt I hadn�t
filled her with the biggest cum ever. I feared I had insulted and
in a mild panic I reasoned I had to flood her cunt with as much
semen as my body could muster; to some how apologize for this
gaffe of not having shot my load with her. I pulled back and her
legs fell down with a thud as her shoes hit the floor. She yelped
and her face look  totally surprised at me. I was half a step
ahead of her understanding and I quickly manhandled her over so
she soon was face across the desk and her butt sticking back. As
I lifted the skirt and checked the crotch of the panties still
exposed her cunt, I took my cock and shoved. Just as I slid deep
into her, she gave out a wicked chuckled and �oh yes�yes Ray�oh
fuck go for boy,� she growled as I impaled her doggy fashion.
Once again I fucked her like a mad man and held her down as I
shagged her with all my might. She was now growling and groaning
encouragement, I�m sure just delighted I was actually doing it
properly now. I blew my load., There was no way I could have held
back to draw out this most glorious of encounters even if I
wanted to. I simply tried to shove her hips through the fucking
desk as I buried as deep as humanly possible as each long strong
spurt flooded her vagina. I sobbed like a baby in the joy of my
release and gasped and whined as I came down and emptied myself
with one last shuddering spasm before falling over her back

We lay like this for a minute or two. Me panting like I�d just
run a marathon and Mandy lying holding the desk with her face
against Byrnes desk pad. She moved first. It started as a hand
reaching back to pat my side as a �well done Ray� gesture, and
then she made a small groan of discomfort and I heard her mutter
�oh geez I�m leaking like a sieve� and she made to push back
against me. It was her signal we had finished; it was over and
now it was time to get up. I stood and eased my semi-hard cock
out and stood almost sheepishly as I  put it back in my pants and
zipped up. She turned around with her butt against the front of
the desk and her head bowed as she felt between her legs.

�Shit you really plastered me,� she said with a chuckle.

The drunken slur was still evident. She turned and pulled Kleenex
from a box on Byrnes desk and I watched as she dabbed it between
her legs. This done she made a show of deliberately dropping the
messy wad on the floor and then ignoring it, arranged her panties
under her skirt . This done, she ran her hands through her hair
and adjusted her bra and blouse, and then brushed her top coat as
if it had lint all over it; and then looked at me with a knowing
look.

�Well that was very nice,� she said with a little giggle.

I thought it was the biggest understatement I had ever heard but
all I could mutter was �fantastic� and I couldn�t think of
anything else to say.

�Well�best get my keys and pocket book,� she said calmly and
without a second glance at me, pushed out of the office and
vanished into the gloomy office. I stooped and picked up the
cum-soaked Kleenex and dropped it in the trash basket. The office
cleaners came through Saturday so the trash would be cleared by
Monday. A light went on and I heard keys jingly. I wandered in
the direction of the light and noted she was in a booth which was
clearly hers judging by a few photographs pinned to the fabric
wall. She was bent writing on a Post-it when I arrived and she
pushed past me and into the booth opposite. I watched a little
confused that she had the presence of mind to leave someone a
note. She may be still quite drunk but still alert enough to
complete some little chore of reminder. As she gathered her
pocket book and keys she had her back to me and I glanced at the
Post-it on the PC monitor. It had the words �Cheap slut� in
flowery writing and my jaw dropped. That wasn�t a reminder for
the reader to do something Monday morning . It was an insult. She
turned and smiled sweetly at me and turned the desk lamp off.
Mandy came out of the booth and went ahead of me along the
corridor. I reached into the other booth and located the Post-it
and pulled it off the PC monitor and crumpled it up and dropped
it into a recycled paper chute against the wall. I had no idea
who the note was for but obviously female and someone Mandy was a
little judgmental about.

Mandy negotiated the return down the stairs. Stumbling a couple
of times but eventually she arrived in my office and as I secured
the door, it was evident she was simply bolting for the break
room to leave via that Exit door.

�Whoa,� I called loudly. �Where do you think your going?�

�Home,� she said and stopped; looking at me as if it was a dumb
question.

�You�re not driving,� I said sternly. �I�ll drop you home and you
can get a cab back tomorrow to collect your car,� I said walking
towards her.

�I�m fine,� she remonstrated but I could see the offer wasn�t
that silly to her.

�No way�you�ve had too much to drink. I�ll take you home�just
wait until I get these reports labeled and boxed.

She nodded and waited for me to arrive at my office, and then
doubled back and sat on the chair inside the door of my office.
For two people who had not long ago fucked their brains out, this
seemed perfunctory  in the extreme. I figured she would rather
have just fled but knew full well she was too drunk to drive
safely. I finally sorted my reports and decided to take then
home. I�d get the courier to call at my house next day and save
me coming back into the office. We left through the front of the
building just as I would have every day as my car was parked out
front. The drive home was quiet. I tried to make small talk and
initially she gave me single word answers. As the drive went on,
she did tell me who the Post-it note was for. It was for Loren
who was another of the attractive girls in her office. She opened
up briefly to say she and Loren had been vying for the attention
of some hunky guy that was at the pub. She mentioned her boss had
cast some aspersions on the two as acting like cheap hookers but
they both ignored his slight on their morals. When Mandy had 
left to go to the bathroom, Loren and the guy called Sam had left
the pub. Clearly Mandy had felt she had the inside running with
this guy but Loren won out. That was when she had decided to call
it a day and come back to the office. This news imparted she fell
silent again; staring out the side window so she had her head
turned away from me. I felt crestfallen she was regretting what
happened. My regret was of a different nature; I had had one of
the most erotic encounters of my thirty-six years but I was now
starting to think of Rose and eleven years of marital fidelity up
until tonight. I gripped the steering wheel and stared out the
windscreen as the guilt slowly worked through me. Mandy navigated
us to her apartment building and I pulled up outside. It was
raining again and she pulled her top coat closed in preparation
to leave. She turned to open the door then paused.

�Make sure you shower when you get home,� she said. �And pout
your shirt in the wash. Wives can smell another woman�s perfume
like a reformed smoker can smell an empty ashtray at a hundred
yards,� she said almost solemnly.

I nodded and grinned at the smoking analogy she used.

�Shower to kill the smell of sex�not because I�m unclean,� she
added and gave me a pointed look.

�I understand Mandy,� I said sincerely noting, the distinction
she wanted me to see. �Oh�and by the way�I�ve had a vasectomy,� I
offered helpfully.

She laughed almost derisively.

�Oh Ray�it�s not a worry. �I�m a modern girl and I make sure I
don�t get knocked up,� she laughed.

My feelings took a hit. This was an admission she had other sex
partners. Not that I didn�t know that but I just didn�t want to
seem so insignificant right now by being lumped in the mass of
also-had.

�I�m Ok too�safe sex�one partner,� I said, not knowing when to
shut up.

She chuckled again.

�That�s what makes married men safe lovers,� she said with a
condescending grin. �Specially those who don�t get out much,� she
concluded and winked at me.

My self-esteem plummeted through the floor. Oh fucking hell. Now
I�m a charity case with a clean dick. Give the doggy a bone for
being a good boy.

�Have a good weekend with your family,� she said almost  sadly,
and opened the door and stepped out of the car; not looking back
as she closed the door behind her.

I watched her walk quickly towards the front of her building set
back from the street. I was just about to pull away when I saw a
car parked in a visitors car park right up at the building
entrance flash its headlights. I watched as she deviated from the
path to the main door and crouched at the passengers window;
talking to someone inside the car. She opened the door and slid
into the dark sedan and I sat somewhat astonished she was going
out again. I glanced at my watch and to my horror realized it was
gone eight-thirty. The evening had flown by. I had felt the
encounter with Mandy was only about half an hour but it was way
longer than I had realized. I drove away before the car she had
hopped into moved. On arriving home to the deserted house, I
quickly set about starting a load of washing including my shirt
and under shorts. I sprayed my suit pants with  a fabric
deodorizer and had a quick shower. By the time the family had
arrived home, the washing was now in the dryer and I was
convinced any trace of Mandy�s perfume or our sex was totally
erased. As she had warned me to do. Rose gave me a quick summary
of the disco and the usual tales of gossip she returned with
after the kids were in bed. When we went to bed she politely,
although a little apologetically, reminded me that her period was
still stuttering on and I knew there would be no nooky tonight.
Well I guess I had had more than I should have had anyway. At
some point, about two o�clock in the morning, I woke with a start
and lay in a mild panic knowing there was some reason I had woken
up like this. I pieced the previous evening�s events together and
lay awake for some time and fretted at my stupidity. Not one
thought of how great it was. Everything about what a stupid
deceitful fuck I was. I felt overwhelmed and so got up and went
to the bathroom and stood in the dark and wept silently at my
folly.

Some time just after day break I sensed Rose leave the bed and
then return. She must have gone to the bathroom. She nestled back
against me and I felt her hand reach back and touch my early
morning woody which was now pressing against the small of her
back. I moved a hand over her flank and realized she had
discarded her night dress; she was naked. I have no idea why but
instead of rolling into the missionary clinch preceding sex, I
lifted her upper thigh as she lay on her side. I sensed a little
surprise on her part but she went along with it. I have no way of
explaining why I shoved into her from behind and then lifted her
leg up high and held it as I fucked her from behind while we lay
on our side with the blankets fallen back so we were totally
exposed. Rose bent her body a little and we fucked way longer
than our usual five or six minutes after penetration, following
languid foreplay. Somewhere in the delicious smell of sex we eked
the fuck out at least fifteen minutes in which time Rose
surprised us both by cumming twice. The first time with her hand
pressed over mine as I worked her clitoris; the second holding
herself half face down as I was now nearly fucking her from my
knees such had we skewed over. I collapsed over her side and we
lay like this for some time. I heard her whisper �that was
fantastic sweetie�where did you get that from?�

Just before she arose at about eight, she rolled back towards me
and with a loving look kissed me passionately.

�I�m glad all the dribbling had stopped overnight,� she whispered
with a knowing grin. �That was a very nice way to meet the day,�
and she chuckled and poked her tongue at me and slipped from the
bed.

I lay and reflected on the early morning sex. It was totally out
of our repertoire. Yet it was fantastic. I pondered whether my
infidelity with Mandy had emboldened me to dredge some of my
learning�s on porn night on the internet and I was simply
emboldened to try. I couldn�t explain it.

***

I never saw Mandy on Monday morning, nor the subsequent mornings.
I was disheartened realizing she was obviously regretting our
illicit sex and avoiding me. It was Thursday when our finance guy
Ian Finn sidled into my office and half closed the door and stood
looking at me with some concern.

�Did you here about the boss upstairs�David Byrnes?� he began in
an unnecessary hushed tone.

�What about him?�� I asked puzzled at Ian�s demeanor.

�He�s been arrested for beating up on the red haired girl in his
office,� he said continuing, and looking around as if someone was
listening at the door,.

My jaw dropped and I stood stunned.

�What! Young Mandy Richards?� I finally exclaimed.

�Yeah�seems he worked her over pretty good Friday night. She�s in
hospital. Broken jaw, ribs and a lot of bruises,� he said.

Ian was a good guy and his retelling was not in the manner of
cheap gossip and delight over someone else�s misfortunes.

�Why on earth would Dave Byrnes take to that kid?� I asked
incredulously.

Mandy was no kid; she was about twenty-six. But Byrnes in
comparison was early fifties so Mandy seemed young enough to be
his daughter.

�Well so it goes, she�s been having an affair with him�well we
sort of knew that,� he said quietly.

I looked at him shocked at this news. He was aware of an affair
between Mandy and Dave Byrnes. I  never knew this. Who else knew
this? Obviously a few people in my office and most likely most in
Byrnes office.

�Seems they were supposed to meet up Friday night when his wife
had gone across to the city for the weekend with their kids;
getting them sorted for college or something. Anyway apparently
she had been with someone else and he was waiting for her at her
apartment,� Ian continued.

�What�he beat her up in her apartment?� I asked now trying to
glean the facts because now it all seemed plausible.

Mandy�s dragging me into Byrnes� office for our fuck. Clearing
the side of his desk with the photos of his family before we got
down to it ;and the look of disgust, or was it delight in
contempt, as she dropped onto his floor the cum soaked wad of
Kleenex she had wiped herself with.

�No. Apparently they were at his house. Anyway the neighbors
heard a commotion and thinking he was away with his family,
called the cops thinking there were intruders. They found him
standing over her trying to bring her too as she was out to it.
Anyway he�s been booked and is out on bail.

�Jesus Ian,� that�s awful. �It�ll ruin his family�presumably his
wife knows what went down�� I said looking at Ian for
confirmation.

�I couldn�t give a shit about Byrnes, the brutish bully,� Ian
sneered. �What business has he in laying into someone so much
smaller than him; and a woman at that,� he said contemptuously
about Dave Byrnes.

�The power of the male ego,� he continued. �Pisssed because she
as a single girl had been with someone else,� he added.

�Have they any idea who she had been with,� I asked, my voice
dropping to reflect the concern I felt that someone might
discover it was me.

�I don�t think it matters. She can go with who she likes,� he
answered a little gruffly.

�Of course�you�re right,� I said but I wasn�t so convinced I
wasn�t going to get a visit from the cops.

Unless Mandy kept quiet about being with me�or anybody for that
matter. Maybe she would say Byrnes was just jealous and imagined
she�d been with someone because he saw her dropped off. Maybe he
thought it was her not Loren who made off with the guy they were
rivals for at the pub. After all Byrnes had been there to see
them and had been disparaging about them. He might have left
before Loren cut out with the guy and assumed Mandy had made the
score as she was the better looking. Clearly he lost it when he
got her back to his place and discovered she'd already been
fucked since leaving her at the bar. It then  worried me  he
might have recognized my car. Then I recalled I had Rose�s little
Saturn as she had the SUV with the kids. Byrnes would hardly know
Rose�s car.  Ian and I mulled over the news he had brought and
then finally he left my office.

I stewed over his news all day and made myself feel sick with
worry such that I left mid-afternoon and drove home. I wasn�t
worried about being implicated in the eventual assault. I had not
broken any law. But I had broken a sacred vow of my marriage and
disclosure was my fear. Rose was out with the kids after school
so I had some time to sit and reflect on my affair with Mandy and
the subsequent assault she suffered at the hands of her lover
Dave Byrnes. I was just getting myself in shape over the whole
incident when Rose arrived home and was more than a little
surprised to see me. After the kids wandered off to do whatever,
she came up to me and in a hushed tone, related nearly verbatim
what Ian had told me at work that day. I felt like I wanted the
floor to open up and drop through into hell. The PTA gossip line
was in full swing. While Byrnes� twins were now college age,
there were still contacts in the current crop of PTA stalwarts
that saw the towns scandals  fluttering through the mouths of
those who had no business knowing or being interested to talk
about them.

I never fully got past my affair. Mandy never returned to her
work and Byrnes got a short jail term for his vicious assault
after a guilty plea bargain; out on parole with good behavior.
His marriage folded and both he and his wife left town to
different locations. I never saw Mandy again. I had wanted to
visit her but I was fearful somehow someone would connect the
dots that either the police couldn�t join or didn�t think it was
relevant given Byrnes� early guilty plea. The weird thing is that
since that night with Mandy, sex between Rose and I has taken a
new enjoyable turn. She�s now totally denude of pubic hair and we
are into using a new range of sexual positions and one or two
rather wicked toys. She�s also developed some definite response
to vaginal stimulation and straight fucking without hands on each
other is very enjoyable to us both, often culminating in
coincident orgasms. I sometimes think it was Mandy who triggered
this new emancipation Rose and I have found; but I honestly can�t
rightly say if it was as a result of the glorious frantic fuck
with her on Byrnes� desk that wet winter�s night a few years
back.

The End

�Romany 2009


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