Measuring up: part 2 of four - Sex Stories

Measuring up: part 2 of four

... and caught them at it. But for a black basque, heels and stockings, Pam was naked. But for his signature orange socks, Geoff was naked too. With her cellulitic legs splayed, our once prim Pamela was face down on the glass-topped desk with Geoff's impressive tool totally imbedded in her arsehole. His bald head was shining, his surprisingly taut hairy arse was thrusting. The office camera sat atop the office tripod, its red eye winking in time with Geoff's powerful penetrations. The air was full of their delicious shame. 'Fuck, Daddy Bear, that hurts... hurts...' 'Shall I...' 'No! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! Nnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg...' 'Are you ready, Baby?' 'Yes, Daddy. Do it! Do it!' 'Oh God, yes, I'm cumming, Baby Bear! Cumminggggg!' He pulled out, pulled back, and spattered the loose blotchy skin of Pam's broad back with skeins of creamy cum. At least they weren't using up the free samples. Knowing neither had seen me, I silently backed out of the room, though knew when they watched the recording later, they would see with horror my wide eyes and even wider mouth gaping over Geoff's left shoulder. Though I had no desire to be the filling in a Pam and Geoff sandwich, I felt decidedly left out. * 'You won't say anything will you?' 'About?' I knew what about, but had to hear him say it. 'Me and, yer know, Pam. What you saw yesterday. If Jacqueline ever found out...' 'What did I see?' He squirmed, suddenly uncertain as to whether I knew, though their selfie video evidence had ...

... surely been unequivocal. 'Well, I was... and she was... and we were...' Though my heart was thudding, my voice flatlined. 'You were shafting her up the arse, and, by that act, you were both simultaneously shafting me up the arse. Can you see how I might see it that way? Can you? And in front of the fish too? They'll be traumatised! No wonder we've had a few floaters recently.' He reddened. 'I don't know what...' 'I mean that every day, while I am out of the office working my tasty tits off, you two are here playing fucking Goldilocks. Two mature, responsible, married people, adulterising in the workplace. And without a condom, for fuck's sake. In this of all places, this shrine to barrier contraception, you do it without protection! And you expect me not to blow the whistle?' That last line was an unfortunate metaphor with unfortunate connotations. Once again he was fucking my mouth. Once more he had the upper hand. However, if he realised it, he refused to take advantage. 'I'm sorry, Sal. It won't happen again. I promise.' His heart was so heavy, his whole body was dragged down by it. He could barely stand, could barely set one foot in front of the other. I reached out and touched his jacket's sleeve. 'Look, Geoff... I'm not judging you. Far from it. Fuck whoever you like. Obviously. It's none of my business. But not at work. Not at fucking work! It is taking the piss. Can't you see that?' He forced a smile and nodded. 'Yeah. So I can tell Pam we're kosher?' 'As much as pigs ...