18 comments/ 91448 views/ 22 favorites Posh English Wife Strays Once More! By: Hopebeach Kay was 25 by now, but her well ordered life was completely going to plan. She had been brought up by a caring, disciplined, middle-class English family with her life mapped out for her, and now Kay was continuing to follow that map in her adult life. A grammar school education, followed by a degree in science from University, and then Kay was able to pick her career where she was best able to use her skills. She lived on the south coast of England and the large multi-national company in the area was ideal for her talents, But what of being a woman......and a very attractive woman at that? Well, if Kay had a fault it was that she KNEW she was attractive, she knew she was sexy and intelligent, and she knew she was a cut above the average! She was brainy and sharp, and did not suffer fools easily: in fact she could be quite snobbish and off-handed at times. She had perhaps been spoiled by her family earlier in life, and now she was not going to let anything stop her forging ahead in her career. She had married early in life, at 19, possibly because she thought it would enhance her career, and possibly because she loved Dave, a childhood sweetheart. It had just seemed to happen, no big proposal, but it was all part of Kay's meticulous life-time plan which Dave seemed happy to go along with. He adored her and they lived a very settled life down on the south coast, near to where they both had jobs. Their social life was enjoyable, they were both members of the local yacht club on Southampton water and, certainly, there were no thoughts of children, at least not until Kay had exhausted her ambitions as a chemist at the huge tobacco company where she worked. Unfortunately, for Dave anyway, Kay's thoughts on sex were always secondary to her career......at least that was the impression she liked to give. Although she enjoyed sex with her husband when the right circumstances prevailed, it was always when she was in control, when she was in the right mood, and when she was able to dictate the pace of the action. She had only allowed Dave to fumble and caress her before the marriage...never full sex, and the petting only went as far as Kay would allow. When she said, 'that's enough,' Dave knew his evening was over! After the wedding day, Kay enjoyed her sex, but only when the mood took her. That's not to say that she didn't become an expert in the use of her body.....and what frustration for Dave. She could and did enjoy sucking cock, or being fucked to multi orgasms, or occasionally being photographed in erotic poses, but it was always done 'for Dave's benefit'.......Kay would never admit to her true feelings or fantasies.......she always remained in control. As can be imagined, this got so frustrating for Dave. It wasn't as if his wife had anything to be ashamed of. She was a stunning woman, with sexy looks, who always dressed smartly, in the best clothes, and she was groomed to perfection with subtle, expensive make-up and perfume. She was now 25, about 5'8 with pert and firm breasts, a slim waist, a tight ass and shapely long legs. Her hair was dark and straight, with ringlets at her shoulders, and she always drew admiring looks whenever she was out with Dave or down at the yacht club. She knew she was attractive but she was able to administer that withering look that said, 'Keep away' to others she thought were beneath her! Dave loved the way others admired his sexy wife, and was proud of the way she looked.....if only he could get his wife to give in to her own passions on occasions....but she never did.....not in his company anyway. She wouldn't fantasise for him or speak about sex in any way, shape or form. It was so frustrating for him, but he had learnt to cope with the situation in the 6 or so years they had been married. One terrible, or was it wonderful, episode that had brought Dave to his first emotional crossroads happened about 4 years into the marriage, when Kay was about 23. It had been on Dave's mind for quite a while, after he had seen his wife necking with another man at a party. They had all had a few drinks and Dave suddenly saw Kay kissing passionately with a friend from the yacht club. Not only that, but Kay's blouse was wide open and her naked breasts were being openly mauled as she was pinned against the lounge wall. It only lasted for a minute or two and then the party was over and the young couple made their way home. Kay, being her typical self, dismissed the episode as high jinks at a party, blaming the drink and refusing to talk about it any further. 'Please don't go on about it, Dave.....it happened but there was nothing to it.....Now, would you like to fuck me?' The matter was now officially closed by Kay, but it just enhanced the lurid fantasies that Dave often enjoyed. Because she was a little snobbish, prim and proper, sexy, smart and aloof, Dave could not help fantasise about Kay giving in to animal tendencies. He often dreamt of his sexy wife being taken and giving in to wanton sexual activity. To see her out of control and being used by another man who had no regard for Kay's wishes was something that really fired Dave's imagination. It got to such a point for poor old Dave that he began to drop subtle hints to his wife, usually at the time of peak passion for them both. In a roundabout way, he would sometimes drop the hint that he wouldn't mind if Kay took a lover. He tried to put it as gently as possible, usually as his wife was in the throes of orgasm, but still he came up against a brick wall. Until, one day, he was hit by a thunderbolt from Kay......she HAD been fucked by another man!! 'You're always talking about it, Dave....well, it's happened already, and it's over. He fucked my brains out, it was wonderful but that's the end of it. Now, I don't want to talk about it any more!' And she didn't. Try as he might, Dave couldn't persuade Kay to go into any further details......but he wondered if it really was over. To cut a long story short, Dave kept a closer watch on Kay. It wasn't the fact that his wife might be getting sexual satisfaction away from the marital bed, it was the fact that Dave dreamt about watching his sexy wife.....Yes, watching her being fucked by another man. He loved her, he forgave her, but there was still that nagging fantasy of watching his prim and proper wife having her delicious body being used, abused and fully satisfied by another cock. And suddenly, out of the blue, Dave managed to see it!!! His wife was looking after her parents home while they were on holiday, and Dave thought she was spending quite a lot of time there. So, he crept round there one night and, sure enough, Kay was 'entertaining' a work colleague on the lounge carpet. Dave had never seen his wife so insatiable as he peeked through the curtains from outside. He had never seen Kay be so submissive. He had never seen her abandon her self control in such a fantastic way. She did everything that the other guy asked....and more. He was a handsome looking man in his thirties, from the factory where Kay worked, known for his womanising, and Kay was like putty in his hands. She let him run his hands up her silk stockings and push his hand into her panties. She opened her gorgeous legs while he played in her pubic hair and then slipped fingers into her cunt. She sucked him deep into her throat, she sat on him and rode his cock, she was moaning and sighing with abandoned delight, she bent over the armchair to allow herself to be doggie fucked, she had cum trickling down her face, and she fucked like a rattlesnake until they were both completely shattered. Rather than enter the house and confront his wife, Dave stood outside jacking off his cock until he had climaxed at least twice while watching events unfold on the carpet. He crept off sheepishly at the end and arrived home before Kay returned, not a hair out of place and looking as fresh as a daisy! She also had that feminine glow, as though she'd had her 'brains fucked out' again!! Dave was at a crossroads once more. He realised that he needed Kay more than she appeared to need her. She could be wonderful company, she was smart and intelligent, he was proud to have her on his arm and call her his wife and she had a fantastic job. She was also good in bed...when she wanted to be! On the other hand, his wife was straying, and it looked as though she was giving her body to other men when the mood took her. How did Dave feel about this? Well, he knew he should be distraught with grief and anger, he should have it out with her, tell her to change her ways or else.......but could he? He had fantasised many, many times about watching Kay being fucked and now it had happened......and it had given Dave a real hard on with sexual excitement, to such an extent that all he could do was watch and jack his cock off while Kay was getting somebody else's big cock up her cunt. If only she'd talk about it to him, if only she would explain her fantasies, if only she would give in a little while they were making love.....but Kay remained the same....aloof and in control. So Dave remained tight lipped and tried to look on the positive side. She was gorgeous, she came home every night and they otherwise enjoyed each other's company. But there were the clothes too. My God, Kay knew how to dress well. She always bought her own clothes, and she bought a lot of them. She earned a bigger salary than Dave and he marvelled at her wardrobe. The dresses, skirts, blouses, jumpers were all top quality and fitted her shapely figure like a glove. There was always a hint of shapely thigh....sometimes quite a lot of thigh, or the clothes were so tight that they clung around her tight ass or melded across her wonderful breasts. She also bought classy shoes, very often high heels and stilettos which accentuated her sexy legs, and Kay never skimped on her underwear, either. She loved the best stockings and suspenders and kept a good selection in her drawer, and her panties and bras were in all colours and shapes. Dave often got a hard-on as he watched his wife dress in the morning before she went off to work, but again he told himself that he was proud to have such a smart and sexy wife to share his life ......if only the men at work knew what Kay was wearing under her top layer. And then he shivered as he thought that some of them probably did!!!! 'Kay, darling,' he tried one night in bed after his wife had allowed him to enjoy her body without getting too carried away. 'You know you do have the most fantastic body, beautiful breasts, a slim waist and a shapely bottom. It does turn me on, you know, and I often think about you giving in and......!' Kay knew what was coming. 'Oh Dave, please don't go on. Things happen in life, but I do love you and I don't want to talk about things like that......it's not very nice, I get embarrassed and......and I've got that promotion on my mind at the moment, haven't I? I really do want that job, Dave.....you know how much I have worked to get that promotion......and I think Doctor Hillard will be making a decision in the next few weeks. Let's get to sleep now, shall we?' Again, she had changed the subject, not allowing Dave to complete what he wanted to say, although she had no doubts what he was leading to. The subject was closed and poor old Dave had to go to sleep still with frustrations rattling in his brain. It was true that Kay was in line for a promotion at work. Her work in the chemistry lab had always been first class, her data had led to great improvements in the way manufacturing was carried out, and she knew she was well thought of by management. But it wasn't cut and dried. There were 2 or 3 other contenders for the job of team leader and Kay knew the final word would come from the senior man, Doctor George Hillard. He had been the boss since Kay had started at the factory, and she knew perfectly well that any major decisions about promotions amongst the staff would come from him, particularly in her department. The problem with Doctor Hillard was that he wasn't Kay's type. He was a little, short, podgy man, in his late 50s, going bald, and he was even shorter than Kay's 5'8. Hillard, there was no doubt, had a soft spot for Kay, and who could blame him. Dave and Kay occasionally went to the factory social club if there was something special on in the evenings, and Dave had briefly been introduced to Hillard and his wife. Who could blame Hillard for enjoying the sight of any attractive woman around the factory when one looked at his own wife? She was definitely in her 60s, grey hair done up in a bun, drab clothing, and she was even fatter than Hillard himself. Dave could see the boss steal furtive glances at Kay on these evenings. He didn't say anything to Kay but he knew that she probably was also aware. Hillard had even got Kay up onto the dance floor on one occasion, and Dave watched his hands run up and down Kay's back, as well as see his eyes twinkle as he engaged her in trivial conversation. It was all very proper but Dave knew that Hillard was enjoying immensely the closeness of his attractive and sexy wife. Again, Dave tried to raise the subject when they got home. 'What did the Doctor have to say when you were dancing, Kay?' Quickly, Kay closed the subject. 'Oh, it was just work, and he was saying how pleased he is with my experiments! The interviews for the promotion are at the end of next week, so I need plenty of sleep so that I can concentrate, Dave, darling. Don't make too much noise when you come to bed.....I'll probably be asleep! Goodnight!' and she was gone, and poor old Dave was left to pull his plonker again!! At the start of the week when the interviews were to happen, Dave at least got Kay to discuss the process. 'Well,' she began. 'I've got 4 days to produce some data based on the work I've been doing. It's got to be in by Thursday evening, and then Friday is devoted to the interviews. I must get the data in by Thursday, so I don't know what time I'll be home in the evenings.......you'll be OK to get your own food, won't you darling?' It wasn't a question, just a normal statement by Kay, but Dave wanted to be supportive. He knew how much the new job would mean to his wife.....and the increase in salary would be quite significant, too. 'Of course, darling,' he smiled at her. 'Where will the interviews take place?' 'Well, I assume they will be in Doctor Hillard's office. I think I'm on Friday afternoon. Must go now....see you this evening....byeee darling.' Dave was left wondering again. Kay wanted this promotion......she wanted it badly....but Hillard? Hillard? He was old enough to be her father. He was short and fat. He was balding, and Kay had often spoken about him in a derogatory manner. 'He keeps making innuendos, Dave,' she had said. 'He says things with double meanings,' she had said. 'He thinks I should find it all funny.....but I've seen the way he looks........oh never mind, he is the boss after all,' and then Kay had changed the subject, as usual. It was pretty clear to Dave what MIGHT happen this week, but how would he know? His wife certainly wouldn't tell him anything.....only if she had got promotion or not! Dave just had to know! As usual, Dave watched his wife get ready for work each morning and, as usual, she looked really smart and sexy. Hair immaculate, make-up subtle and sexy, and a change of dress or skirt or blouse each day. She really did look wonderful....and very fetching. But it was on Friday morning, the day of the interview, that Dave really had to hold his breath...and bite his tongue! 'Good luck,' he had smiled at his wife as she left for work. He had given her a soft kiss on the cheek as she made for the door, and the perfume today was overwhelming....and Dave's favourite. The clothes that Kay had chosen almost knocked Dave backwards with excitement. He couldn't see the underwear she was wearing, but the outfit was incredible. Christ, he was horny just watching his posh totty wife leave for work. Kay wore a black, button-up shirt but she obviously had on underneath a bra that was designed to lift and hold her breasts up, like a well filled platform, which stretched the shirt to the limit. Her wonderful tits really pushed out the black shirt and they looked tremendous. Dave knew she was also wearing top of the range black stockings, even though the tight, black mini-skirt was just long enough not to expose Kay's stocking tops. She topped all this off by wearing her highest pair of heels, and these had the effect of making Kay's legs look long, shapely and spectacular. Dave could only imagine what was underneath the outfit, but he had no doubt that her little panties would be really minute, if not just a little thong. As he watched her walk to the front gate, he felt himself gently stroking his cock through his slacks, wondering what the hell was likely to happen during the day. Yes, Kay was due for her interview today, and wanted to look at her best, but surely that is all it would be......an interview? After all, it was Doctor Hillard, and Dave knew how his wife felt about the little fat baldy boss. He thought that she would keep everything on a professional level and that the promotion would be based on merit alone. But could he be sure? What could he do? He went off to work, but decided to take the afternoon off.....it was Friday and he was due some time off, so he was back at home by 1pm. Dave was as nervous as hell, not only hoping that his wife would earn a deserved promotion, but also having the lecherous thoughts that always passed through his mind when his wife was away from home on her own. Should he just wait and hope that Kay came home with good news, or should he try and do more? He knew he couldn't sit at home going mad with frustration, as he would be a nervous wreck by the time she returned. He knew she wouldn't tell him the truth anyway, not if she didn't want to. That was Kay's way. He left in the car about 1.30 and knew exactly where he was going, and what he would do. He knew the layout of the factory and the grounds where Kay worked, as he had been there many times previously. His heart was thumping, but he knew that if he didn't follow his intuition, he would be wondering for months to come. He arrived on the outskirts of the factory grounds, parked the car and walked along the hedge of the field that bordered the grounds of the factory. There was no-one around and as Dave moved closer and closer, he kept looking through the hedge to see just where he was. Doctor Hillard's office was on the ground floor in a block that was quite close to the boundaries of the factory grounds, and Dave knew that he could get within about 50 yards of the block and still not be seen while hiding in the hedge. When he found the best position he could manage, he sidled into the hedge, trying to avoid too many scratches and grazes from the thick branches, and was eventually satisfied with his position. He had brought some binoculars and raised them to take a look. As he scanned the block of buildings, he could definitely see the office he knew to be the Doctor's. As he focussed the bino's, he saw that the office was empty. Shit, thought Dave. The interview must be elsewhere. He looked at his watch. It was 1.55. He thought about having a cigarette when, suddenly, he saw the office door open and in walked Doctor Hillard, on his own. Hillard took off his jacket and sat behind his big desk, shuffling papers and then looking at his watch. Dave could see him look towards his closed door and mouth something. The door opened and in walked Kay. Dave's heart missed a beat and then started beating hard in his chest. He looked closely at Kay through the binos and couldn't believe what he was seeing. The sexy outfit that she had worn when leaving the house that morning was gone, and Kay was wearing just her thin, white laboratory coat. Dave could see that was all she had on, apart from the black stockings and the high heels. Was she still wearing her bra and panties? Incredible. Posh English Wife Strays Once More! It was only a lab coat, with buttons down the front, but it was so short, and again just covered her stocking tops. When she sat down, the coat slid up her thighs and Dave was sure that Doctor Hillard would be able to see glimpses of her stocking tops, her soft white thighs, and maybe even her little panties covering her most intimate spot. Kay sat in front of Hillard's desk and they seemed to talk seriously for 10 minutes or more, Kay crossing and uncrossing her legs a number of times. Was this deliberate on Kay's part, knowing the swish of the nylons and a glimpse of her wonderful legs would have an effect on Hillard? Of course it was. She never did anything without reason, thought Dave. Maybe, it would be just an interview....or maybe not!! Suddenly, Hillard smiled, sat back, and his hands went together behind his head. He was in a more relaxed mood now. Dave could see him smiling as he talked and he could also see his eyes wandering all over Kay's body. He slowly rose from behind the desk and moved towards her, while Kay remained sitting in the chair in front of the desk. Hillard went behind her, still talking and still smiling. Kay watched him as best she could and then she just turned to the front again. Dave's heart was thumping still and his cock started to twitch in his jeans. If only he could hear what the couple in the office were saying...he would love to be a fly on the wall. Holding the binoculars was making his arm ache but he wanted to see every moment, while still hiding himself in the bushes. Hillard was still standing behind Kay, close to her back and Dave knew that Hillard was looking down over her shoulders to see the wonderful breasts encased in the uplift bra under the lab coat. Did she have all the buttons done up on the coat, or were there one or two open to let Hillard glimpse down to see the wonderful mounds of flesh? Dave's cock was getting harder with each minute that passed, his thoughts working overtime. What the hell were they saying? Was Hillard making suggestions to his wife? Was he just teasing her, prolonging the agony of telling her that she'd won the promotion that she desperately wanted? Would the interview be over within a couple more minutes, Kay leaving the room without anything further happening? As Dave started to relax a little, he suddenly saw the Doctor slide his hands on to Kay's shoulders from behind, and begin to massage her. Christ, thought Dave. He's touched her. He's made contact. I knew it, I knew it, thought Dave again. He knew that his wife had scruples, but he also knew that she usually got what she wanted. Dave concentrated even harder with the binoculars, not wanting to miss a second. He saw Kay look round and up at Hillard behind her, a gentle smile on her face. In reply to something that Hillard muttered to her, she began to undo the buttons on the coat. Dave watched as his wife undid every button while Hillard just continued to massage her shoulders. As the coat slid open and apart, Dave could see the black uplift bra, a tiny pair of black panties, black suspender belt and the soft, milky white thighs above the stockings. Immediately, Dave's cock became solid rock and pushed against his jeans. His hand went down and began to stroke himself, and he clung on to a branch for support. Kay still remained in her seat while the Doctor admired her from above. He could see the stunning mounds of white flesh trying to escape from the bra, and he could see the firm, shapely thighs above the stocking tops. The panties were black but very thin, almost see-through and, really, they were just a tiny piece of material covering Kay's most intimate area. Hillard suddenly eased the lab coat from Kay's shoulders and pushed it down over her arms. Then he also gently slid the bra straps down the arms. By now, Dave's cock was rock hard in his jeans. He had been right all along. He knew that Hillard fancied his wife, the dirty, lecherous beast, and, what was even worse, his wife wanted this promotion so badly that she was prepared to use her feminine charms to achieve her aims, even with a man with whom there was no sexual chemistry......not on Kay's part, anyway. So what's new, thought Dave. Hillard's hands immediately slid down Kay's chest to run his podgy little hands over the mounds of Kay's tits. He seemed to be speaking to her all the time as his hands played on the bra, on the flesh, tweaking the nipples through the black material and generally helping himself to the delicious tits in his grasp. Then he eased her forward a little and undid the bra strap, and then discarded the garment to the floor. Dave watched his wife's mounds of flesh come into view and Hillard was onto them straight away. He cupped them, savouring every moment, he lifted them and held them in his grasp and he bent to kiss Kay's neck and ears like a demented old pervert. Kay appeared to enjoy every moment, and her fingers slid down between her legs to caress her hidden cunt. Her legs eased apart a little and then her hand went under the black panties so that she could feel her own juices rising. After only a few more minutes, the Doctor moved around in front of Kay and shuffled between her open legs as she sat on the chair. He spoke only a few words and Kay's hand went on to the front of his trousers, a warm grin on her face. She didn't need any further instruction as her fingers undid the zipper and her hand went straight in. Within seconds, she had pulled out her prey and was holding Hillard's cock between her fingers and thumb, easing her hand up and down the shaft, while he played his hand through her hair. As she looked up into Hillard's eyes, he moved her head gently forward and Kay obeyed the guidance. She opened her mouth and took the hard cock inside between her lips. He wasn't huge, but playing with the woman of his dreams, and having her almost naked in his office, had made the Doctor as hard as he'd been for years, and having Kay suck him off was number two on his list of fantasies. Would he get to realise number one fantasy? Soon, Kay was sliding this new cock back and forth into her throat while Hillard held her head with one hand as his other hand still played with her magnificent tits. Dave could see that Hillard was really trying to fuck his wife's mouth in earnest, pushing in hard, and then easing back before ramming his cock back down her throat. She seemed to be coping with ease, her eyes darting up to look at Hillard while opening her throat to take each stroke, tickling his balls at the same time. Hillard spoke briefly once more and Kay let go of her toy and he slid out of her mouth. As Kay rose from the chair, she slipped the coat off her body altogether and this joined the bra on the floor. Dave could see his wife standing up now, and she looked incredible. As Dave took out his own cock from his jeans, he could see Kay standing up in just her panties, stockings, suspenders and high heels. Hillard closed in on her again, his mouth going to one of her big nipples, while his hand went straight into her panties. In return, Kay grabbed Hillard's cock once more and began to rub the shaft up and down as Hillard sucked and chewed on her nipples. Dave knew perfectly well what was going to happen and he began to jerk his cock off with abandon. His wife was giving in to the man who held her future in his hands, and by now Hillard's hand had eased the black panties down to stretch between Kay's open thighs. Two fingers went inside her, pushing up into her cunt and, as Kay continued to rub the cock in her hand with firmness, the two fingers started to plunge in and out between her open legs. Hillard's mouth went back and forth between each enticing breast, slurping and sucking, nibbling and hanging on to each nipple, while his hand was lost in Kay's tufts of dark, pubic hair, plunging in and out, almost lifting her onto tiptoe with each lunge. Then his hand suddenly left the cunt and slid round onto her hard, shapely bottom. Hillard pulled her into him more closely and his fingers kneaded each wonderful ass cheek. He was rampant and frantic by now (just like Dave) and his fingers slid between Kay's cheeks, pulling them and squeezing them, enjoying his first touch of this snobbish, sexy bitch. He had her now and didn't want to waste any second or any inch of her body. Dave saw the Doctor's fingers push into the crack between her ass cheeks and he knew he must be toying with her hard, little anus. He saw Kay close her eyes and open her legs just a little wider as she held her stance. Was Hillard playing with her anus? Was he pushing his podgy little finger into her bottom? Christ, Dave was delirious with frustration, but then the scene suddenly changed. Hillard uttered a few more words, slipped her black panties down her legs and off, and then helped the almost naked woman over to his desk. Kay gently leaned forward, guided by her boss, and soon she was over the desk, her head and shoulders on the leather top, her straight legs apart, with her feet on the floor. The doctor never let her go at any moment, determined not to let anything stand in the way of his ultimate fantasy....to have this educated, professional wife with what seemed to be a posh, snobbish smell under her nose.......and the sexiest body in the company. By God, she looked a sexy bitch.....and all Dave could do was stand in the hedge, jacking off his cock. Then it all started to happen in what seemed like slow motion to Dave, as if he was in a dream. For the second time in his marriage, he was going to see another man have his wife....and even more exciting for him was that she was being willingly cooperative. Hillard moved between her high heels, gently sliding her feet apart so that her stunning legs in the nylons were even wider apart. Her back arched, her ass jutted outwards and Hillard held his hard prick. His hand went between her legs, feeling her pubes and her wet cunt lips, and he fumbled his cock slowly into the warm crevice of the waiting body. He was in and he eased forward, his hands moving to Kay's hips. He began to fuck her, back and forth, inching nearer to her body, going deeper into the married woman's open cunt, and Dave's hand went faster on his own cock. He had a job to hold the binos still while his sap started to rise, but seeing his wife getting fucked over the boss's desk was a sight that would probably stay with him forever, and he wasn't about to miss it. In the office, the Doctor was now getting into full swing with the glorious Kay. She had lifted up a little to hold her hands on the desk and support her body, but her back was still arched beautifully and her ass jutted out like twin peaks. She met each hard lunge from Hillard, pushing back with each stroke so that she could feel his cock slide deeper into the depths of her body, and then he speeded up some more. He held onto the firm hips and slammed each stroke as hard as he could. One of his hands went round to grab a mound of flesh and pinch Kay's nipple and still Hillard hammered his cock like a lethal spear into the beautiful, young cunt. Probably, a good fuck at home for Hillard stopped happening quite a few years ago, so to have this willing young woman open her legs for him was like winning an Olympic gold. Occasionally, his fingers would slide down to feel the juices on his cock as it slid into Kay's cunt, and then the Doctor would rub the juices gently over Kay's anus. Oh my God, thought Dave. Already, Dave had fired one lot of his cum into the branches of the bush he was hidden in, and still his cock was hard as he watched the action continue. He could see his wife's head turn from side to side as Hillard continued to fuck her, her mouth hanging open, and he watched her tits sway back and forth as her body enjoyed this magnificent assault. Again, the Doctor covered his fingers with juices from Kay's open cunt, and then gently transferred them to her gaping anus which was peaking out like a rose petal. Then he uttered more words and all Kay could do was nod her head. Hillard slid out of the warm, soft vagina and Dave could see him holding his hard length of cock, prodding it gently between Kay's inviting ass cheeks. Christ, the dirty bastard, thought Dave, whose cock seemed to become like a rod of steel again. He's going to fuck her ass and, to Dave's wonderful astonishment, Kay was making no serious protestations. This was something that was almost totally out of bounds to Dave in the marital bed. He had tried to coax his wife, by God, had he tried, but she was always 'too tired,' or 'it's not very nice, Dave,' or 'please not tonight, Dave, I think it's too personal,' and after a few years, poor old Dave had given up trying. It was difficult to see every detail clearly through the binoculars, but there was no doubt that the doctor was holding one of Kay's cheeks apart with one hand, while the other hand was guiding his rampant cock against her anus. There was a brief push and Dave could see his wife grit her teeth, but then the moment and the pain were over and Hillard began. He had managed to get his cock into Kay's ass-hole and now he began the slow, beautiful process of getting up into her ass as far as he could. It was magical for Dave, however taboo it might be, and it would give him fantasies every night for years. Here was his young, sexy, posh-totty wife, having her ass fucked over the boss's desk and, if he were honest, it was Christmas day for Dave as he jacked off his cock at the speed of light. Hillard was up on tip-toe, trying to get deeper into Kay's ass, plunging in and out, in and out, while Kay's fingers scratched at the desk top in feverish, ecstatic lust. She also went up onto her toes with each beautiful lunge into her bottom, and suddenly Dave managed another jet of cum which fired haphazardly into the bushes around him. Christ, he was exhausted, so what must Hillard feel like? The doctor obviously felt nothing but complete fulfilment as he continued to shaft his cock back and forth into the young ass in his possession. His hands once again found Kay's tits as they hung invitingly from her chest, and the podgy, middle-aged boss mauled the flesh every which way, pulling down on her nipples, squeezing the flesh and grasping anything and everything that the 25 year old had on display. Dave could see his wife begin to breathe heavily as still the man behind her lunged defiantly into her ass-hole. On and on it seemed to go, Hillard's head now leaning over onto Kay's back as his strokes became faster. Bang, bang, bang, in, out, in, out, in, out, but then, suddenly, it stopped. Hillard was in her up to the hilt, his cock quietly pulsing inside the warm orifice, but now he was still, his own body heaving with exhaustion as it lay over Kay's back. Dave knew the old man had ejaculated inside his wife, and they had both accomplished their targets for the day. They seemed to be still for ages......had the old man had a heart attack in his efforts to get what he wanted, and would he have to be rescued with his cock embedded in Kay's ass? Dave suddenly had terrible visions of the possibilities, but then Hillard moved, lifting up slowly to grab Kay's hips again, and then he eased his wilting cock from the stunning ass. Kay lay panting on the desk for a few seconds longer and then she, too, slowly rose and stood up. Hillard caressed her back, kissing her skin and holding her around the waist, whispering into her ear. Dave could see that the doctor's cock was now wilting and the two people had obviously finished their copulating, and Dave eased his own softening tool back into his jeans. He could see Hillard put away his cock and zip up his trousers, and Kay was now putting her clothes back on. They spoke as they dressed and, again, Dave just wished that he could hear the conversation. He knew he had to be reasonably quick as Kay would no doubt be leaving the office and maybe heading homewards as soon as Hillard had finished with her. Dave took no chances, and slid out of the hedge and made his way back to his car. As he drove home, the visions of what he had just witnessed kept flashing across his mind. His posh, well educated, prim and proper wife had given up her body to her boss and let him fuck her endlessly across the office desk, just in order to get promotion. Dave had witnessed it all, but what would he say when Kay eventually arrived home? His mind was racing. He didn't have long to wait as, within half an hour of him arriving home, Kay came sauntering through the door, looking as fresh as a daisy. Her clothes and hair were immaculate and Dave wondered whether it really was his wife he had watched in Hillard's office. 'How did it go then, darling,' he asked innocently. 'Successful day?' 'I've got it, Dave, I've got it. Promotion!' and she gave him a hug and a gentle peck on the cheek. 'What was it like, then?' 'Oh my God. My data was first class, but the interview....oh my God, I'm so stressed out, Dave. I've got to have a shower, just to relax......would you like to fuck me tonight, in celebration?' and before Dave could reply, his posh, toffee nosed wife had gone through the door towards the bathroom. Yes, thought Dave. I bet you're fuckin' stressed......and I bet your ass is stretched as well!!!