5 comments/ 75481 views/ 6 favorites Jayne Ch. 01 By: SylviaG Once again thanks for your Emails. I never intended posting this story, it was written before 'I've been missing out' I thought the two stories were too similar. This story is more about what an older woman goes through to keep her younger husband. I don't think it as good, but then again I nearly didn't post missing out. SG ........................................ My name is Jayne; I'm 39 years old with long black hair and C-cup breasts. I'm 5' 6" tall and I have grey/green eyes. I have an OK figure, although it takes some looking after now. But on the whole I'm fairly happy with myself, especially as I'm married to Jason. Jason is 25 and we have been married for 4 years. He is just a little taller than me and he has brown shoulder length hair. He is slim with lovely sexy eyes and an even sexier smile. I worried about our age difference but he always insisted our love would see us through. So how could I resist that sexy cute smile? Well I couldn't. Jason turns head, and I have a few admirers myself. But I have always been the jealous type. I worried about some sexy young girl stealing my man. Several times I've seen his eyes wandering over a pretty young face or pair of legs. I just grab his arm and he gives me that sexy grin. So to my working life, I now head a team of salesmen, 8 in all. I shot up through the ranks, and beat a few of the more experienced men to the job. Naturally they were jealous, as I seemed to come from nowhere. The obvious whispers went around about how I got the job, and I admit, I don't pull away from the boss when he pats my backside. Nor do I object to his little comments about how nice I look. Well they were innocent enough, as was the hand that went round my shoulder as he explained things to me. So everything was fine until she showed up, my new secretary. Michele was 18 and fresh from school. To be honest I did protest to George my boss. I thought she was too young and too inexperienced. But she was his granddaughter, I was just told to mould her into a good secretary. I mean I was stressed enough with what was going to happen soon, a decision I was going to have to make. So to day two of Michele's working life, I went out into her office and I just stood there. She was up a ladder reaching for a file. I watched the hands on her thighs and the face peering up her short skirt. "The ladder was rocking, she, she might have fallen off." I watched her climb down the ladder. She gave me such a superior look I wanted to slap it off her face! "Get these done before you go home," I snapped, throwing the files onto her desk, "And you, get back on that contract." I went back into my office and took a deep breath. Just lately I had been quite wound up. Things were getting tough at work, and I was taking my work home. Jason had gone to bed early as I ploughed through the latest sales figures. Finally just before midnight I went to bed. I watched his head move down and his lips covered my nipple. I gasped as he sucked on it. I tried to push him away after our argument after work, but I soon opened my legs and he pushed his lovely thick cock into me. His face buried into my neck. "No don't do that, don't mark me." "You always liked to show it off, go on Jayne, just a small one." I grabbed his hair and pulled his head away. There he was grinning down at me. Most of the time that grin could melt me, but now it was winding me up! He just kept thrusting into me. God I loved him fucking me but it was rare these days. But I still couldn't let my earlier angry feelings go. "Will you stop Jason, please?" I put my hands up and he pinned them down by the side of my head. His grin was still there. "Do you want it rough then, killer ass?" "No I don't, and don't bloody call me that!" "God it's only a joke, you used to like me telling my mates what a killer ass you've got," he snapped. "Yeah well, it has got a little bigger lately, and I could see Gary thinking that last week when you said it," I spat. He just grinned and said sorry, as he thrust deeper into me causing me to wince. We hadn't fucked for a few weeks, and when we left it that long his 8 ½ inches took some getting used to. "Come on sexy, I'm real horny," he whispered in my ear. I winced as he thrust again. "Why, why are you horny?" As soon as the words left my mouth I knew. "I mean it Jason, just get off of me. It's not me you are with it's that bloody secretary!" His grin dropped, "fuck, I told you the ladder wobbled." "Well you didn't have to go leering up her skirt did you? Why didn't you hold the ladder? Why did you have to grab her bloody thighs?" "Christ Jayne!" "Yeah Christ Jayne, Just because she had short skirt on, that's why isn't it?" "Well if you wore a short skirt and tights more often then I'd grab your legs!" he snapped. "I wear trouser suits because it's more business like. I'm nearly 40; I can't go around showing my bloody thighs off!" "Your legs are good, and that killer ass would look so hot in a short tight skirt." I pushed him off of me and went to the bathroom. Now and then we had these little arguments, I suppose he wanted to keep me young, and I had to come to terms with hitting 40 next year. "Sorry Jayne," he whimpered through the bathroom door. We cuddled up in bed and slept. The end of the week couldn't come soon enough. Huh who am I trying to kid? I had a mountain of work to take home. I wanted to get through it Saturday leaving me one day with Jason. "Do you mind me going for a drink after work with everyone?" "Where?" I asked surprised. "It's Michele's first Friday, we always take the new workers out for a drink on their first Friday." "Do you want me to go?" I knew the answer to that even before I had finished the question. Jason moved from one foot to the other, in a little uncomfortable shuffle. I was the wrong side of the management chain. Anything over the salesmen were never invited. "It's OK, don't be late home though." His tea got scraped into the bin at 8.30. By 9.30 I had sent him 4 text messages, he didn't reply. I drove to the pub and peered through the window. There they were drunk and having a bloody whale of a time! I suddenly felt ridiculous. Why the hell didn't I just walk in there and ask him to come home? He was my husband; it wasn't that bad a request was it? I moved away from the partying going on inside. Michele was surrounded by 10 or so males, like bees round a honey pot. The bloody tart! "What time did you get in last night?" I asked, knowing it was after 1 am. "Oh I don't know." He gagged, and I just managed to slide the bowl under his face as he puked. "Sorry honey," he mumbled. I looked at my watch, and then the face that appeared by the door. He was still naked where he had just climbed out of bed. "It's nearly 2.30 Jason. Go and have a shower." He spread his arms open, "why don't you come with me honey?" I smiled and then laughed, as he strutted around doing that bloody stupid cockerel walk with his hands on his hips. "I've got to finish this." I grinned as he went out of the room still doing his cockerel walk. That night I lay on the couch watching telly. Jason was stroking my hair. I pulled his zip down slowly. "You're getting hard," I mumbled. I slowly stroked his cock as he carried on watching the football. It grew in my hand and he moaned softly. I ran my fingers slowly over it feeling every vein, and every part of his wonderful cock. "Oh you are so big," I panted. I kissed the tip and looked at the faint red smudge my lipstick made. I licked the underneath of his cock head, it felt soft like velvet. "If you don't stop that I'll have to bend you over the coffee table." I took his head in my mouth and sucked and slurped for a few seconds. I looked up into his glazed eyes. "Well, I'm waiting," I purred. He pushed into me and I held onto the cushion. "I love taking you from behind," he panted. He rolled his hips slowly, sending his cock into me the full way, and almost right out again. I closed my eyes feeling every solid inch push in and pull out. His fingers dug into my hips and he pulled me back onto him. "Fuck this is bliss, footy on the box and a hot pussy on my cock!" I chuckled and pushed back a little. "So that is another pair of tights you ripped. Did I turn you on wearing them and a skirt, when, when we went shopping?" I grunted. "Yeah, fucking hell yeah, only the skirt could have been shorter," he panted. "Buy me one, buy me a miniskirt, and, and I'll wear it around the house, oh fuck!" I groaned as he thrust deeper. "I'll make you wear it around town," he hissed, "high heels, a mini skirt, and tights." He thrust deeper and deeper. I could barely hold on, as he pounded me harder. I wanted him to ease up, but then again I wanted the little spasm of pain too! "Oh, Jason, fuck I'm nearly there, oh honey," I whimpered. I pushed the hair out of my eyes that had fallen over my face. We were both panting like a couple of dogs. Then I felt him twitch and jerk violently. I screamed and then whimpered as he flooded me. My own orgasm was just as intense as his. He gave me his final ram, the one he just held in me as deep as he could. He just let his cock twitch deep inside of me. "We'll have to glue this fucking coffee table, it's going to collapse one day," I said panting. We grinned at each other. "Did you mean what you said, about the miniskirt?" I suppose I didn't really, it was just something sexy to tell him. I could see the look of hope in his eyes. I knew I had married a leg man, I just didn't realise how much a pair of legs in stockings or tights sticking out from a mini skirt turned him on. "Yes, but only around the house, OK?" I knew I had pleased him by that sexy grin that spread over his face. 20 minutes later he looked at the message on his mobile phone, its Gary and the guys; do you want to go for a drink?" "No, it's nearly 10.30; it's too late to go to the pub. But you want to go, don't you?" 15 minutes later I was alone in the house. I felt a little miffed; I knew he would end up coming in late. Why couldn't he just stay with me tonight? He had even left his mobile phone because he was in such a rush to get to the pub! I flicked open his mobile and read the last message. Hey mate down the swan, will killer fat ass let you out for a drink, or has mummy made you go to bed early? Gaza. "Fuck you Gary," I snapped, as I threw the phone down. God he was a prick. If Jason knew he had come on to me two years ago, they wouldn't be mates anymore. I jumped as Jason's hand squeezed my backside. "Look it's nearly 3am I'm not in the mood." "Come on honey, please?" he said and then hiccupped. "Fucking hell Jason you are drunk again, I'm tired, I don't want it OK?" He rolled onto his back and huffed. "So that's it is it? Two fucks in a few days and nothing for a month again. Jesus Jayne, you always wanted it a couple of years back. Fuck I'm going to puke." I left him to sort the bed out as I went in the spare room. "Did you have a good weekend then?" "Not bad Michele," I mumbled. "I didn't see you out Saturday night. Don't you go clubbing?" I looked at the sly smile she gave me. "I bumped into Jason, your husband. He bought me a few drinks." I slammed the envelopes down on her desk and leant forward on it. "You listen to me, you stay away from my husband," I spat, "and start wearing some longer skirts you are a distraction." "Oh I don't think she is, well it doesn't do any harm." I straightened up and brushed my hair behind my ear. "Hello sir," I mumbled. "Hello Granddad," She said with a sickly grin. "You know maybe you should wear something a little shorter Jayne," he said with a little grin at Michele. I stiffened as his hand patted my backside and then he slid his hand up round my waist. He pulled me to him and our hips touched. He held me there like he did from time to time. Michele could hardily contain her amusement at my embarrassment. "I bet she's got good legs granddad," she said with a devious grin at me. "Yes I bet she has," he chuckled, as he squeezed me further onto his hip. I pushed my hair back behind my ear again. I always did when I felt a little embarrassed. "You shouldn't do that in front of her. It undermines my authority, George." He looked back at my closed office door. "Oh Jayne you know I like us all to be one big happy family here." "Look she's not fitting in, she, she spends more time filing her nails than filing papers, and she makes too many mistakes." I waited nervously for his reaction. "She is young Jayne you were like that once. Now you are responsible for her, it is your duty to see she gets on well here, do I make myself clear, Jayne?" I looked down at my desk. George never told anyone off, not with words, he used his eyes. One look from those grey eyes and you knew you had better shape up. I just managed to nod. "Good, now down to business, you have a month left to sort out our little problem. I want two names on my desk on the 23rd, clear?" "Of course sir," I mumbled as I shifted in my chair. "Now I want you to take the afternoon off, hell no, I'll come with you, we'll take Michele too, and get you a few more suits." "But..." "No buts Jayne, I'm paying so you don't need to worry about that. Besides I'm looking in every department, my employees have to justify their jobs here. Cuts have to be made nobody is safe, do you understand?" "This afternoon is fine with me," I whimpered. "Good, I'm sure Michele will be a good help choosing a few items for you, won't she Jayne?" His eyes demanded a reply, and he wasn't going anywhere until he got one. "I'm sure she will, Sir," I answered, feeling totally humiliated. I trailed around the shops and tried on whatever Michele threw at me. God she loved this! She managed to bag a few items for herself. It was so sick the way she sucked up to her grandfather, he lapped it up of course. I gave up protesting in the first shop. George was having a ball watching me shrivel as he leered at my legs. "She has got good legs hasn't she granddad?" I watched her mischievous grin as she looked at me. "Well turn round Jayne let's see the back of that suit," George insisted. My face had given up going red; I wasn't taking any notice of it anymore. "Blimey, they are not just good they are hot! Look at her slim ankles, and those lovely firm thighs, a little plump maybe, but some men like that," Michele said with an amused tone in her voice. I just stood there with my eyes shut cringing. I watched George wander off, I think I was the only one who noticed a slight bulge in is trousers. Michele walked up to me. "Is that what Jason likes Jayne? It's obvious he's a leg man. He couldn't stop looking at mine Saturday night." I had just about had enough of little madam now. She could see it as I fought to control my anger. "No worries Jayne, I won't take him off of you. Just give me a good report to my granddad in 3 months," She whispered, "I know granddad can be a little touchy feely sometimes, and so do you, don't you?" I stormed back into the fitting room shaking with rage. There I was stood in my underwear as the curtain swung wide open. I gasped in shock as Michele stood there. "I thought you might need a hand," she said. I watched her eyes roll down to my panties. She half chuckled just holding it in, but she couldn't hide the grin on her face. I wrenched the curtain back across and looked at my panties. They were hardily sexy, more big and comfortable, not the sort of thing you would wear on a hot date. I jumped again as her hand came through the curtain. She waved it and I took the pack of 3 lace panties. I doubted if there was more material in the bag, than the panties I was wearing! I was pretty quiet on the way back to the office. Michele was chatting away to her grandfather. By the time I was safely back in my office I had regained my composure. I couldn't allow this stupid blonde to dictate to me. I cleared my throat and asked Michele to find Jason. "He's out on a job." She walked round and sat on my desk crossing her long slim legs. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. Right then I knew she had already heard the gossip that had gone around about me. I took her into the stock room. "Take everything off the shelves and put them in the corridor. Dust the shelves and then put everything back," I spat. "Bloody bitch," she mumbled under her breath. I grabbed her arm as she went to move past me, she jumped. "Yeah, you had better believe it," I snapped, into her shocked eyes. I left her to it and stayed in my office for the rest of the day. "Michele said you wanted to see me at work, what was it about?" Jason asked. "Let's wait until we get to work tomorrow," I replied. "Fine, look don't bother doing me any tea, I'm playing darts remember?" "Can't you give it a miss, just this once?" "I always play." "Yes, and skittles and the bloody pub quiz, you are out 3 nights a week. Can't you just miss one of them, for me?" "Come on honey, hey you are all stressed." I felt his hands pulling my cream slip up. His lips kissed my neck. He pushed his hand down into my tights and panties. His fingers moved down my slit, and I groaned. His other hand slid over my backside. "Shit, I love the feel of those tights over your killer ass." "I've put on another 5lbs this week," I mumbled. "So, you are still sexy, and I love the way your clit sticks out." I felt him squeeze it. I never liked it sticking out; it used to embarrass me when I was younger. "Fuck, its Gary tooting his horn. Stay like that and I'll fuck you when I get back. God you look just like my mum, she used to wear slips like that." So that's what he thought. Well that is what his friends thought so why shouldn't he? I sat on the bed and started to cry. I sorted myself out and phoned mum. I didn't get any sympathy there. She told me not to marry him in the first place. At least she came to the wedding, not like Jason's mum. She hunted me down on my hen night and told me to call it off. There I was in front of all my friends as she banged on about me stealing her son. She slapped me twice across the face before my friends pulled her off! "Mum I love him, I'm scared I'll lose him," I whimpered down the phone. "Well we all told you dear, I don't know why you didn't listen to me and you're friends in the first place." "Because they were all jealous of me, Stephanie fancies him I know she does, they all bloody do!" "Calm down Jayne, don't get yourself worked up." "I am bloody calm, he's my husband and I won't let anyone take him from me!" I slammed the phone down and lit a cigarette with my shaking fingers. The next day I dressed in one of the new black skirt suits, 4 inches off my knee, with black pantyhose, and black court shoes with a 3 ¾ inch heel. "Christ Jayne, you look sexy as hell." I suppose the upside to my new clothes was my husband got what he wanted. "I, I thought I'd try, for you." "Shit I'm going to be horny all day," he said with a cheeky grin. Later at work I heard Michele giggling out in the office. I had been on edge all morning, and now the bloody bitch was giggling with my husband! "Jason. Get in here," I snapped, "Michele, go and see Debbie she has some papers I need." I waited for Jason to close the door. "Look I'm going to tell you something now, but it stays between us. I have to sack 2 of the sales team, the, the worst performers," I said with a gulp. He started laughing until he noticed that I still had the same straight expression. Jayne Ch. 01 "You are not bloody serious? Fuck, you can't sack me I'm your husband," he spat. "Look, I'll help you, but you have to get more contracts. Your figures are the second worst here. Hell, Jason I don't want too, but please try harder." I had tears in my eyes as he just stared at me, with a disbelieving look. "Oh fucking hell Jayne! I put up with that twat touching you up, I turn a blind eye to it, and now you tell me I'm getting the fucking sack?" "Jason darling, I'll help you, but we have to keep quiet about it, or I'll lose my job too." "I don't fucking well believe you. So am I sacked from our marriage as well?" he spat. I stood in front of my boss an hour later. "George, I, I need a loan, um £8,000." His smile dropped, "what for?" I fought to keep back the tears. "I've told Jason he's on the short list. George I'm desperate, please help me?" He looked down at the vase that lay shattered on the office floor. "I dropped it, and I knocked the coat stand through, through the glass cabinet." "Don't lie to me. Jason did it, Michele heard. OK, so ignoring all this, what do you want the loan for?" "He has seen this car he likes, in the garage; you know the one that belongs to the guy who came off his motorbike yesterday?" "Christ Jayne," he started. "I thought it might cheer him up a bit. Then, then he might knuckle down, and, and I thought I'd let him handle the Wilson contract," I mumbled, unable to look him in the eye. "No, he's not good enough for that; it is too big a contract. Let Frank do it." "He can do it; I know he can, George, please?" I begged, brushing a tear from my eye. "I'll give you the money. But you give Frank the Wilson contract." "Jason's miles behind, he won't have a chance to get out of the bottom two. You'll have to sack him, please George?" "No Jayne, you'll have to sack him. I told you that is part of your job too. Come to my office this afternoon, I'll give you the money, it'll soften the blow. Now get this cleaned up." Jayne Ch. 02 Jason wouldn't answer his mobile all day. "Thank you," I said, taking the cheque from my 62 year old boss. "Would you oversee the Wilson contract, if I gave it to Jason?" "Of course I would," I gushed, "I'd go out with him, but he would do all the work. He can do it George." "You know the rest of the sales team are going to be pissed off. They will know something is going on. I'll have to tell them it was my idea. Sort of a management exercise, to keep you in tune and up to speed with market." I was so happy I moved forward and hugged him. But, he didn't let me go, his hand dropped to my backside and he squeezed it. "Now that is better. I want you to wear that pink suit tomorrow, the one with the shorter skirt," he whispered, and then kissed my ear. I forced myself to stay there and let him squeeze my ass. "I'll take you out to lunch tomorrow, and make sure you wear black stockings." I pulled away but he held me tighter stopping my escape. "I won't be unfaithful to my husband," my quaking voice replied. "Don't worry Jayne I won't fuck you, as much as I want to, but I'm sure you realise you are asking for a lot." He held my head over his shoulder, and pushed my hand between his legs. I shivered as he rubbed my hand over his erection that was tucked in his trousers. "There are other things besides fucking Jayne. I'm sure you know that. Now lunch and a little fooling around, and then I'll make the announcement about wanting you on the Wilson contract, agreed?" He took his hand off of mine and I carried on rubbing him. "This happens just the once George?" "Of course sexy, just the once," he purred in my ear. He squeezed my ass hard and then stood back. My pulse was racing and I felt red. I moved quickly to the door. "Oh Jayne, if Jason doesn't get the Wilson contract, well, you know." I spent most of the day with two of the salesmen. The one with the lowest sales and the one I could hopefully slip below my husband. They were both working on contracts, which were fairly straight forward. They protested when I told them to try and up the price 15%, until I bitched at them about not being up to scratch. I had it all worked out in my head. The contracts they were working on were not that big. Even George had told me the contracts were more trouble than they were worth, so I knew I was safe if we didn't get them. "Are you still mad at me?" "Jayne I'm trying to unblock the sink. Besides we talked earlier. You are right as always, I'll try harder." I had decided to take him to pick up the car at the weekend, but I wanted to surprise him with it, so I hadn't mentioned it yet. I knew he was still miffed with me, but I managed to talk him round after an hour. His head was still under the sink, he hadn't seen me since I went and got changed. "I thought we could go for a walk along the river in a minute." "Fuck Jayne, I don't want to go for a bloody walk," he spat from under the sink. "I'll go on my own then. OK, but I might get chatted up, dressed like this." I knew I had his attention now; he had stopped banging around under the sink. His head came out and I watched his eyes trail up from my black high heels and barely black tights, to the denim miniskirt 8 inches off my knees. "It is dark but the path has lights, and I thought I'd go past the pub, you never know who I'll bump into, one of your friend's maybe? Hey maybe one of the hunky fitters from work might be around?" I said casually. I watched him gulp, and he smiled a little. "So you stay here and fix the sink. I haven't been out on my own for ages," I cooed. "Fuck it, I'll, I'll come with you," he stammered. "Well if you must," I said with a fake disappointed sigh. Both of us were shaking for different reasons as we walked along. I could feel his excited tremble, as I clung to him. I wondered if he could feel me nervously shaking because I was showing a lot of thigh! I know I said I felt I was too old to wear a miniskirt, but it was dark and I suppose it wasn't that bad. We walked past the pub as these 3 guys came out. I could feel their eyes on my legs. Now at this point Jason had stopped to do up his shoe lace, and I was still walking slowly about 10 yards in front. My eyes met those of the leering men. I felt embarrassed by the dirty leers they gave me, but something else too? When one of them smiled at me I felt a little dribble in my panties. I was too nervous to smile back, I didn't really want to anyway. My legs felt like jelly as one of men just grinned at them. I felt Jason thrust his hand in mine, he squeezed it tightly. "Fucking hell," I gasped. Jason pulled me against a tree and just shoved his hand up my skirt. I protested, OK quite weakly. "That was so fucking horny. God did you see them looking?" he hissed excitedly. I nodded and managed to push his hand away. We got home in record time and he dragged me up the stairs! He ripped a hole in my tights and yanked my panties to one side. I gave up trying to push his shirt off. I swear his cock was bigger than ever before. I almost had an orgasm as he pushed into me! He kept mumbling about the way they looked at my legs, and how sexy I looked. I played over the 3 sets of eyes that grinned at me, and my thighs. I clawed at his back as I shook to a very intense orgasm. His frantic fucking hurt me a little, but I loved it. I had never seen him so worked up before. Apart from maybe the time after I came out of a public loo with my skirt caught in my tights. Yes that has happened to every girl I know. I felt deeply embarrassed but Jason couldn't stop telling me how sexy it looked. "I can't hold it, fucking hell!" He thrust deeper into me. I just gasped and grunted, trapped under my sexy husband as he twitched and trembled like a mad man! I clung to him afterwards, just kissing his chest. "I think you hurt me a little, down there," I said softly. "Ah, you are just getting on a bit love." OK he giggled, and I knew it was just a joke. But I didn't like it all the same. He did this now and then, teasing me about our age gap. I was fine with it at first, and I used to give as well as I got. But I was keeping an eye on my wrinkles and age lines that seemed to growing every week. "Come on killer ass, let's do it again." "Jason I'm tired," I protested. "Come on, or I'll have to look for a younger model," he said with a laugh. That was it, I slapped his face and I started to cry. "Fucking hell Jayne, it was only a joke!" he snapped, rubbing his cheek. I sat on the bed, trying to explain that I didn't find those things funny anymore. Then, for the first time in our marriage he started shouting at me. We've had arguments, to many really, but he had never shouted like this before. "Well if you think I'm being unkind I could be a lot a fucking lot worse. Jesus I bet you love it don't you?" "Don't be so childish!" I spat back. "Oh fuck Jayne, there you go again, age, age, fucking age!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet as I sobbed. "I don't want anyone else I want you. OK you have put on weight, but not much. But I can't put up with you grizzling every time I get things wrong. Maybe you like it though." I felt him rip my blouse open and grab my left breast. "What the hell are you doing?" I cried. "Oh just giving you what you want you fat old cow! You know I could have someone younger than you, and maybe those blokes were leering at you because they, they couldn't believe you would go out in such a short skirt!" "You're frightening me, stop!" "Then wake up and realise I love you. I don't believe any of those things I've just said, but god how do I make you see it? What do I have to do, Jayne?" He threw me back on the bed. I just looked up at him with tear stained eyes. "Now open your fucking, sexy legs. I'm going to fuck some sense into you!" I closed my eyes as he entered me. I waited for him to start hammering at me. He didn't, he moved slowly in and out and gently kissed my neck. After a few minutes he looked into my eyes. "Do you believe me now; do you believe I love you?" I nodded and started to cry again. "Sorry but you always laughed it off before, I'll try and be a little more sensitive, and stop saying sorry in my bloody ear, Jayne. It'll be you that won't be able to get your legs shut when I've finished with you tonight." I clung to him for the next 20 minutes, as he gently fucked me, it hurt a little but it really got me going. "See you are still a good fuck old lady," he panted with a smile. I grinned back as he went to go to the loo. "I heard you went shopping with Michele, so are those the sexy knickers she picked for you?" He was on the landing and couldn't see my shocked face. "How did you know?" I asked slowly. "She told me, she said you and her were getting on better. She said you asked her to help find something sexy for me. God I love you Jayne," he called as he flushed the loo. His mouth dropped open the next morning. There I stood in my pink suit with the hem of the skirt 6 inches off my knee. I had spent a few minutes adjusting my lacy black suspender belt to keep my stocking tops from showing. "Let's bunk off work and go into town," he said with a gulp. I swallowed, "no, you'll have to wait until tonight. I want you to think of me all day at work, dressed like this, and, and meeting with clients." "Fuck, can we meet for lunch?" he groaned, still leering at my legs. "N, no, you have to wait until tonight." He smiled, "that won't be easy." "Look, if you don't want to play, this game, tell me now, and I'll get changed," I said, hoping to god he wouldn't. "Fuck Jayne you are going to get leered at," he mumbled. "You're not wrong there," I whimpered, feeling my face flush, and remembering what was going to happen with my boss. "Just tell me one thing, is this, because of those men last night?" "I, I suppose. I love you, I, I'm doing this for you," I stammered nervous, think of what my boss wanted. I trembled and I shook as Jason drove to work. "Are you as turned on as I am?" he asked with a quaking voice. I just nodded. He just kept looking at my thighs in the black nylon. "OK fuck me sideways, you're wearing bloody stockings!" he gasped. I look down and pulled the hem of my flared pink skirt down. I thought any minute now he was going to tell me off. He didn't, he just grabbed my hand and put it on his hard cock! I was so nervous I couldn't keep my mouth closed on the short walk across the company car park; I didn't dare look around at the other workers coming in. I just didn't want to make eye contact with anyone as my flared skirt danced round my legs in the slight wind. I prayed a strong gust wouldn't blow it up. I had made Jason drop me off before he parked the car. I gulped in disbelief when I saw the sign on the lift door. "Oh fuck," I mumbled under my trembling breath. Keep calm girl, I thought to myself. You are a confident business woman. You can do stairs. You can walk up the stairs, and not worry if some guy gets a look up your skirt. You are confident, you deal with men everyday, and you know what some of them are thinking. Just walk up the stairs and don't look back. OK you are wearing stockings, matching black suspenders, and tiny black panties. Eyes will be up your skirt. Fuck they will see everything! I dodged into the loo by the staircase. My breathing was rapid and sharp. I'll just have to wait here for awhile I told myself. So I hid in the toilets until just after 9 o'clock. I took a deep breath and went out. Quickly I started climbing the stairs. My sweaty palm slid up the handrail. I gasped at the faint whistle from down below. I heard shoes fast approaching from behind me. "God you are brave, stockings and a short skirt, walking up the stairs, are you trying to turn me on?" "Shut up Debbie," I just managed to blurt out of my dry mouth. "You're flushed too, were you waiting long in the loos for me, honey?" "Do you want to clean out the archive store?" I hissed. "Only if you get up the ladder and hand the stuff to me," she whispered in my ear and then giggled. I rushed into my office at 10.30. I had been to see Frank; he was arrogant, crude, and suggestive. He was king of the castle as far as he was concerned, and he made sure the others knew it. Oh, and he was a bloody good salesman. He didn't like me getting what he considered was his job. I had to put up with his suggestive comments, and whatever things he spread round the office about me. 6 months ago I had a clear the air talk. I promised not to take any action if the gossip about me stopped. Even standing there they could see how humiliated I was. Jason was out of the office at the time. When I finished my little speech Frank swaggered to my side. "OK, it's a deal sweetheart. Now why don't you run along home, and cook your little boy's tea? Oh and what is the name of that lesbian friend of yours in accounts? You know you had your hand up her skirt at the night club 5 years ago?" My first call after that was the toilet to wipe the tears away. I was drunk at the time, and Debbie took advantage of my frail state. She had pushed my hand up her skirt and grabbed me, kissing me hard. When I pulled away there was Frank with a huge grin all over his fat face. From then on he took every chance he got to humiliate me. He whispered disgusting things in my ear. His favourite lately was about my chances of getting another promotion. Then he would take out a lolly, unwrap it, and start sucking it with a look of exstacy on his face. Still he wasn't my main concern at the moment. I watched the clock as it rolled round closer and closer to 12.30. I knew what was going to happen so I have no excuses. Besides I was more concerned about what would happen to my marriage, if I had to sack my own husband! "I thought we could try that new Italian place." George's hand squeezed my knee as I just sat there shrivelling as he drove. He made me sit next to him as we ate. Several times his hand dropped to my leg. He slid it up taking my skirt with it. I just sat there cringing as his old hands slipped over my stocking tops and onto my bare thigh! "God, please George not here," I mumbled. "Go to the loo and take your panties off, and remember what you are getting Jayne?" I sat down again and went to put my balled up panties into my bag. "I'll look after those, sexy," he whispered. I watched him pull the panties out of my trembling hand. His hand went back on my knee again and started its journey up my shaking leg. "George, please, not here," I hissed desperately. "I could change my mind Jayne, about fucking you I mean." I swallowed as his hand found my bare thigh, and then my pussy. He groaned as he made contact with it. I opened my legs a little because he had pulled my thigh, indicating that I should. My eyes flicked round the resturant as his finger slid up my wet slit! His eyes shot to me as he felt my clit. He just flicked his finger tip over my button. I was squirming in the seat as he tormented me. "You are juiced up Jayne, maybe deep down you want that fucking?" he asked with a gulp. He grabbed my hand and thrust it under the table. "Jesus!" I gasped, when I felt his erection. I started pumping his cock. I didn't really know whether I was doing the right thing or not. But I just had to make him shoot. Thankfully when I started his hand slipped from my pussy lips and rested on my thigh. I felt his hot hands push down inside my stocking top, then my stocking sagged, he had forced it out of the clip! After only a few seconds he moaned and I felt his spunk fire through my fingers. I sank back in the corner booth trying to stop my chest from heaving up and down. George was too far gone to stop himself from panting and gasping. "Madam, is your husband alright, do you need a doctor?" I jumped and yelpt a little as the waiter looked down. His concerned expression dropped to one of shock and surprise. He backed away and went over to another waiter. "Oh fuck George we have to get out of here," I hissed hysterically, as my shaking fingers fought to attach my stocking to the suspender clip. I didn't wait for his answer I just got up and headed quickly to the door. We didn't speak on the way back to the office. Not until we parked in the car park. "God that was good Jayne," he mumbled. "That is never going to happen again, is it? George you promised," I added as he didn't respond. "We'll talk later," he mumbled. I stormed back to my office. I just wanted to be alone. Michele came in and sat herself on my desk again. "Debbie phoned to ask if she could see you, she'll be here soon. She was your best friend wasn't she?" "Michele, get off my desk," I mumbled, and brushed my hair behind my ear, as she crossed her long slim legs. She slid from the desk and walked to the door. "You know I've heard Debbie is a dyke, is that right Jayne?" She didn't wait for my answer she just went out swinging her hips. "What do you want Debbie?" I asked, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I'm having a party tomorrow night, I want you to come." I shook my head. "Oh don't worry you can bring hubby, or not. I mean I know what you said, but it turns you on, I know it does," she said with a wink. I watched her move round behind me. Her hands went on my shoulders and she started to massage my neck. "Christ Debbie don't, please, I, I'm not like that," I stammered. "Oh? Then tell me you don't like me rubbing these beauties?" Her hands slipped into my blouse and moulded themselves around my breasts. I pulled and twisted away from her. I was just about to lash out when the door opened. Michele just stopped and looked with a shocked look on her face. Debbie moved away, and as she wandered to the door, Michele moved back. "Oh don't worry sweet thing, you're not my type, although a change is as good as a rest," Debbie said with a grin. I composed myself quickly, and rushed to the door slamming it shut. "Look, I know you have heard stories about me. But I, I, was drunk, nothing happened. Michele I'm telling the truth," I said in a pleading tone. "I suppose most of us girls are a little curious at some point in our lives. I don't care what you do." "Michele, I'm not doing anything with Debbie, I don't fancy her, I, I'm happily married," I snapped. She just gave me a little silly grin. "If you say so, Jayne," she said like she didn't believe me. 5 minutes later I heard her laughing and whispering on her phone. Jason worked on the Wilson contract for the next week and set up a meeting with them. "What is Mrs Davey like Jason?" "OK, I suppose, although she fancies herself a bit." he replied. We had the deal almost finalised. I could see straight away that Mrs Davey fancied my husband, but I kept calm about it. "Look why don't you go to the bar for an hour? Leave me with that gorgeous guy for a while," Mrs Davey asked. I just stared at her in disbelief. "Oh come on, I'll leave him on the bed for you afterwards, then I'll sign the contract. I can see the way you look at him too. He's hardily going to look at women our age, but I bet he'd do it just for the contract." Seconds later I was shaking her head by the hair! "That is my husband you old tart!" Jason came back from the loo and grabbed me off of her. I wanted to kill the bitch there and then. By the time Jason had calmed me down Mrs Davey held out the signed contract with a shaking hand. "I'm sorry, look I've signed the contract please don't tell anyone, I, I'll get the sack, please I have a husband, and, and kids," she whimpered. I left Jason to calm her down and then we left. "Christ Jayne what the fuck was that all about?" Jayne Ch. 02 "She wanted me to leave you alone with her, bloody hell Jason," I spat, repeatedly hammering the lift button in an attempt to get the door shut quicker. "Jayne I told you we should have said we were married. God I don't fancy her, she's too old for me." "She is the same fucking age as me!" I growled, as the tears started to fall. "Oh, but she looks a lot older," he mumbled sheepishly. Jayne Ch. 03 I didn't want to go out Saturday night, but Jason said he wanted to surprise me. When I stood outside the Italian restaurant with Jason my heart jumped. I took a deep breath and walked in on his arm. I tried hiding behind his shoulder but the waiter from the other day had noticed me already. He told Jason the restaurant was fully booked. "It's OK, we can go somewhere else," I pleaded with Jason. "Is it OK if I go for piss?" he snapped, at the waiter. "Yes, just as long as you leave straight after, sir." I watched Jason disappear to the loo. The waiter moved forward and whispered. "I'm sorry madam we don't let your sort in here." "What the hell do you mean by that?" I hissed. "What you did with the gentleman the other day madam. I'm afraid we can't allow women like you in here." We walked down the street looking for somewhere else to eat. "Hi Jason, are you taking the old lady out then?" We both turned round, and there was Michele with a group of girls about her age. "So he's got you out clubbing as he?" "No we are going to find something to eat," I stated. "Hey why don't we go clubbing? Could we come with you girls?" Jason asked. I tugged his arm but I was soon being pulled along. "I'm hungry Jason, we should eat something," I complained. "You're hardily starving are you?" one of Michele's friends whispered with a sneer. I tugged Jason's arm again, but he didn't seem to have noticed what the girl said. 2 hours later I was sat in the nightclub, nursing another glass of vodka. Gary and his mates had turned up, and they seemed to pair off with Michele's friends. After a few dances Gary came back and sat with me. "So, how would you like a dance with me then?" Gary asked with a grin. I grabbed Gary's hand and pulled him to the dance floor. I had sat there while my husband danced with the girls most of the night. He hadn't even asked me, not that I danced very much anyway. As we made it to the dance floor a slow song came on. I looked for Jason and saw him looking a little sheepishly at me. I watched Michele grin at me and pull my husband to her. Jason seemed to be trying to resist. Her arm went round his neck and I flipped. I twisted out of Gary's hand and grabbed her blonde hair pulling her off my husband. We fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. She was pulling my hair and I was pulling hers. Someone tried to grab me from behind, and I just swung my arm back and knocked them off. "Get off me you fucking fat old cow!" she shrieked. She twisted me round and pinned me down. She grinned at me as she pinched my left breast. "Beat shit out of the cow," one of her friends spat. "Christ look at those knickers!" some bloke called out. I felt a hand slap my face which stunned me for a second. "I bet Jason doesn't get a hard on when he dances with you, you old trout!" she spat close to my ear. She was pulled off me and someone hauled me to my feet. The whooping and cheering died down, and I was dragged outside. I was panting and struggling to keep myself on my feet. "Nick, get Jason to hospital, I'll take Jayne home." I looked up at Gary, and then it registered what he had said. "I think you broke his nose Jayne, you elbowed him when he tried to pull you off." I pulled out of Gary's arm and rushed to Jason. He was holding his nose as blood rushed from it. "Oh baby I'm sorry," I cried. He pushed my hand away and went off with Nick. I sobbed all the way home in the taxi on Gary's shoulder. "I should go to the hospital," I grizzled. "No stay here, give Jason time to cool off." "God he must hate me. I bet you all do. You call me fat ass don't you? Have I stolen your mate away from you, Gary?" Nearly two hours later Jason came home. I rushed to him and cuddled him. I kept saying sorry over and over. His eyes looked bruised and he had a big plaster across his nose. "It's not broken, but it hurts like fuck." "Right, I'd better be off then," Gary said. I walked him to the door thanking him. I kissed his cheek and smiled. "I did it for Jason, he's my mate." I didn't like the look in his eyes. But I forced another smile. "Are you still coming with me to Southampton next weekend mate?" Gary called looking right into my eyes. There was silence from the lounge for a moment. "Yeah, um, I think so," Jason replied. "He hasn't asked you yet as he?" Gary whispered with a smug grin. I stood in front of Jason. "I was going to ask you tomorrow, honest I was." I looked deep into his eyes. I wanted to yell at him, but after what I had done I just couldn't. "Let's go to bed," I mumbled. I went to work early on Monday and waited for Michele to come in. I stood by her desk as she entered the office. She glared at me. I started to say I was sorry. She just ignored me. "You know, Granddad might not like what you did to me. I've got a lump on my head, and it still hurts." She walked up to me and stood a foot away from me. She had a confidant arrogant look on her face. "Please Michele, I said I'm sorry," I gulped and took a deep breath, "you won't tell him, will you?" She studied me for a minute. "I held his hand, in the ambulance. The ambulance guy thought I was his girlfriend. I didn't tell him I wasn't, and nor did Jason. Now I guess that is OK with you. I mean what would granddad say if he knew you hit me?" I was breathing hard. I just wanted to get back to my office, oh and I wanted to slap her mocking face! I had to fight to control my tears, to stop them from showing. Her grin widen as I backed down and went into my office. She came in 20 minutes later carrying a coffee. I just stared at the cup. "Don't worry I haven't spat in it or anything," she said with a smirk. "Thank you," I mumbled. "Do you remember what I called you when we were fighting?" "Michele, please this isn't very funny." "I doubt if granddad would find it funny either, you fighting his favourite granddaughter." I watched her sit up on my desk. I swallowed as she crossed her bare legs. "Now I seem to recall I said you were a, fat old cow, and a trout. But I'm sure you don't mind do you Jayne?" "What do you want?" I whimpered. She uncrossed her legs and put them on the arm rests of my chair. "I think you ought to say sorry to Michele," she said softly in a little girly voice. "I, I have, already," I stuttered. "No you haven't Jayne. I want a kiss, right there." I watched as she raised the hem of her skirt up. I gulped at the shaved pussy. "Get, get out," I stammered. "OK, but I think granddad might get a visit." I slowly bent my head forward, as her mouth turned into a smile. "Oh! That feels so good, now lick it. Go on you fat old bag!" I let my tongue search between her moist lips. She moaned and groaned enjoying it. I just couldn't stop myself now. There was something about the way she was treating that had my pussy getting wet. I just seemed to fall into the role quite easily. "You know, you really are a good pussy licker. You might be a little fat, a little old, and a fucking bitch, but I can forgive all that just to have your tongue in my hot snatch, oh!" She pulled her lips open further and I just couldn't resist. My tongue moved deeper and she gasped. "A finger or two might help," she mumbled. I started sucking on her clit, as I fed one and then two fingers in her soaked pussy. She started moving around a little. Her thighs quivered until she started whimpering. "Go on, harder you bitch," she hissed. My fingers dripped with her juice, as she bucked her pussy hard into my face. Her hand stopped my head moving back away from her. She squeezed her thighs around my head clamping me there as she groaned and came back down. When she finally let go I jumped back a little. I looked up slowly into her red grinning face. "Well, don't try telling me you haven't done that before. Now go and sort your face out, my little bitch," she whispered with a chuckle. I grabbed my bag and rushed to the loo on very shaky legs. My panties stuck to my saturated pussy, and I could smell myself. I had to use two hands to hold my lipstick steady. I just couldn't understand how that little tart had controlled me. I took a deep breath and returned to my office. I couldn't even look her in the eye. She sat at her desk, humming. I dropped my bag at my door and as I bent down to pick it up she whistled at me. I sat at my desk for ages just staring at the ruined report. I could see Michele's wetness on the paper. I jumped as she came in. She picked up the report and placed a fresh copy on my desk. Again I couldn't look at her. "Am I better than your friend?" She asked with a sick grin, and then breezed out of the room bloody humming again. Finally I plucked up the courage to stand in front of her desk. She made me wait for a few minutes before she finally looked up. "I found Debbie's love letters in the bottom drawer of your desk. It seems you and her are a lot more friendly than you want people to know." "That drawer was locked. You have no right to break into my desk," I snapped trying to appear forceful, but failing miserably. She stood up and came round behind me. I just stood there quivering. "If ever you hit me again I'll show everyone the copies I made." My eyes shot to her opened wide with fear. "I want a repeat of what happened earlier," she whispered in my ear, "so just be a good little bitch and give me a glowing report. I mean, what would hubby think if he found those letters?" "Look I never went that far with Debbie. Surely if you read the letters you would understand that?" "Well you have now, haven't you?" she said giving me a wink. I had tears in my eyes but I tried not to let them fall, not until I returned to my office. I didn't bother with lunch and I didn't bother doing any work. When everyone had gone home I took Debbie's letters to shredder, and searched Michele's office for the copies. I finally found them hidden in her desk. Well if she could break into my desk then I could break her drawer open! The next morning I got to work early. Michele came in and locked my office door behind her. "Well I think you can come and give me a nice kiss." I watched her raise her skirt. There it was that bloody shaved twat of hers, under a pair of pink sheer panties. "Come on you fucking fat dyke, get over here now!" she snapped. "Fuck you!" I yelled back. She stood looking a little shocked at first. Then a little grin moved over face. She had a look of pure evil. "That is one big mistake, lard ass." I watched her turn and rush out of the office. I heard her curse and swear as she yanked open her desk drawers. "Where are they you fucking bitch!" she screamed. I walked to the door and leant on the door frame with my arms crossed. She glared at me. "So, you only made the one copy then?" I watched her pick up the phone and she called her grandfather. "Let's see how you like this then you sour old bat!" she screamed. Two minutes later George appeared with Jason. "She is a fucking dyke, granddad." She turned to Jason. "You married a bloody queer, she ate my pussy yesterday, she came on to me, and she forced me. Go on Granddad; sack her sack the bloody cow!" Michele's eyes shot between her Granddad, Jason, and me. Her face started to drop as she realised things were not how she figured them. "Granddad, say something go on, sack the bitch!" she snapped. George came up to me and handed me an envelope. He then turned to Jason and gave him one as well. "Are you sure you won't reconsider Jayne?" George asked. "Reconsider what? What the hell are you on about?" Michele panted with a confused frown. I watched as George quickly bent her over the desk. He flicked up her short skirt and tore her panties from her ass. She wriggled and struggled as he held her down. "Well Jayne, what do you say?" he asked again. "Granddad don't be ridiculous, you can't, ouch!" I winced at the hard slap George had delivered to her quivering backside. She started to protest again and he continued to slap her harder. "I think we ought to go," Jason whispered in my ear. "Sorry George, but thanks for the generous pay off," I said with a sympathetic smile. He nodded, and we left the office. Jason and I stood outside the room just checking our cheques. Of course I had a little grin to myself at what I heard through the door. "No granddad no, that is my ass!" Michele shrieked, "Your fucking my ass, please stop, it hurts!" "Oh stop whining girl. You have cost me a valuable employee, so I'm going to fuck your ass every bloody day from now on!" Jason and I looked at each other as we heard George grunt and Michele scream in pain. We had only taken a few steps down the corridor when we saw Debbie heading towards us. "I'm sorry you two, I guess I should have left you alone Jayne. Please forgive me." "I can't help it if people fancy my wife, but she's mine, OK?" Jason said with a smile. All three of us turned to the closed door hearing Michele's little whimpering cries. "Um, you better not go in there," I said to Debbie. She gave me a little smile, "George invited me." Jason and I just stood in shock as Debbie went into the room. It went quite for a few seconds, and then we heard Michele shriek. "I'm not eating her pussy Granddad, you can't make me!" Michele screamed. "Come on you little bitch!" Debbie snarled. Michele started to protest again, but her words sort of sounded muffled. You see I broke down and told Jason everything last night. Naturally I feared my marriage was over. I cried and cried. He just told me to stay put for an hour. Then he came back and said he had seen George and told him everything. George offered us a very handsome payoff, and he said his granddaughter wouldn't go unpunished. He offered to kick her out if we wanted to stay, but Jason and I figured we needed a complete change. So I suppose we all got what we wanted in the end, even Debbie. I'm not sure about Michele though, but then again, I don't really give a fuck about her. The end.