“You don’t mind if I take the day off do you, darling?” she asked.
He shook his head. “N... no,” he replied. “Is... is anything the matter?”
“No,” she told him as she put her arm around him. “I just fancy some time to myself. I don’t have much on at work at the moment anyway.”
Harry put his arm around her waist. He could feel the outline of her panties through the material of her gown. He could also smell her perfume. “It’s... it’s fine with me,” he told her. “Planning going out then?”
She shook her head as she pulled away and headed for the coffee machine on the kitchen top. “I was thinking of going back to bed actually,” she told him.
He could feel a nervous flutter in his stomach and he could also feel a stirring in his loins. He looked at her as she stood with her back to him, pouring her coffee; long dark hair nestling against her shoulders; pert bottom and long, shapely legs. He wanted her. He wanted to go over to her and turn her around; snatch at the dressing gown sash and expose her. He wanted to take each breast in his hands, kiss them and gently tweak each nipple. He wanted to fall to his knees; soak her inner thighs with his kisses and then pull down her panties and taste her sex. Sioned enjoyed his tongue. He knew that manhood-wise, he was average size. There were lots of men bigger than him but he knew that he made up for it with his oral skills.
He knew that he was so lucky to have married her. She was twelve years younger than him, beautiful and very attractive. When she first came to work for him, she was virtually penniless. Recently divorced and living in a one bedroomed town centre flat; she was at a very low place in her life. He was a successful businessman and he knew that this was what had initially attracted her to him. Friends had tried to warn him that she was only after him for one thing – and it wasn’t his body! He didn’t care. He loved her and he needed someone like her in his life.
After six months of going out together he asked her to marry him. She had hesitated in giving him a reply but he simply said to her, “Look, I know that I’m not eye-candy and there are lots of better guys around of similar age to you but I will take care of you. I will never hurt you and... and I won’t expect you to be...”
“I... I don’t like the idea of being tied into a relationship again,” she responded, “but if you are not expecting... “she had responded.
He had held her close. “I mean it when I say that I will not expect you to be... well... you know. “
Sioned accepted his marriage proposal and a month later they were married. Six months on they were very content and happy.
Harry got up and walked across the room to her. She turned and they kissed as he put his arms around her. “Will... will you be sleeping all day?” he asked her.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. She was also pressed up tightly against him and he found himself getting an erection. “I will be in bed for most of the day,” she told him. “Why?”
“I was planning on leaving the office at around four o’clock today,” he told her. “Will you... will that be too early?”
“Of course not, darling,” she told him as she reached down with one hand held his bulge. “I will be up and ready for you.”
He reached down and slipped a hand under the hem of her gown. “I...", was all he could say.
Sioned gently squeezed his hardness again. “I’ll have something nice for you tonight when you come home,” she told him.
Harry groaned.
“Would you mind turning down the duvet before you leave?” she asked.
He pulled away, finished his toast and coffee and then went upstairs. Sioned had not only made the bed but put fresh sheets on it; white satin ones. He went to her side of the bed and neatly turned down her corner of the duvet and then he went to his side of the bed. He stood for a moment and looked down at the bed and then he turned down his corner as well. Turning quickly, he went back downstairs put on his jacket and, after kissing her goodbye, left for the office.
Normally Sioned made his coffee for him; she was not just his wife and lover but she was also his personal assistant. She must have rang the office and spoken to Debbie for she had his coffee ready for him when he arrived. He had to check himself as she came around his desk and placed his mug on the coaster near his right hand; he couldn’t do to her what he normally did to Sioned. He couldn’t reach down and touch the back of her knees. He couldn’t slowly slide his hand up under the hem of her skirt and between her legs from behind. He couldn’t bring his fingers up over her stocking tops; linger for a few moments in the warmth of her soft white flesh before venturing further.
He couldn’t press his fingers into the warm, damp silk material. He couldn’t feel her sex against his fingers. He couldn’t gently rub her as she parted her legs. Neither could he ask her to remove her knickers. Even though she was an employee like Sioned, he couldn’t demand that Debbie remove her panties and put them in his drawer until going home time.
“Will that be all Mr. Barclay?” she asked him.
He glanced up at her and shook his head. “Yes thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
She walked away and suddenly then turned around. “Sorry Mr. Barclay,” she told him, “I forgot to mention. Ian rang in; he is taking a duvet day. He said that his in-tray is cleared.”
Harry looked up at her trying his best to hide his shock. “Thanks, Debbie,” he told her.
Duvet days were becoming quite popular in businesses. They were designed to stop employees who fancied taking a day off from ringing the office and pretending to be sick. Most of the firms on the business park had succumbed to this new trend and Harry felt obliged to join in by allowing his staff five duvet days a year.
As she closed the door behind her he glanced at his watch, there was a long time to go before home time. He wondered about her: wondered what she was doing. He knew that she was with another man. He knew that she had a lover but he had no idea as to whom he had turned down the duvet on his side of the bed for. Neither did he want to know but he did wonder about Ian. Suddenly his telephone rang interrupting his thoughts, it was Sioned. “Just wondered if everything was okay,” she asked him.
“Y... yes,” he told her. “Ian is taking a duvet day apparently.”
“Hmmm that figures,” she told him. “Leslie, in dispatch, is on holiday this week.”
“Leslie?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
Sioned giggled, “He’s been dispatching her for months.”
Harry laughed. He hadn’t realised that his dispatch manager was having a fling with one of his staff. He didn’t know her all that well but he knew that Ian was married. He felt relieved about that news.
“And is Debbie looking after you?”
“Yes, I have had my coffee, thanks.”
“But her panties won’t be in your drawer though,” she said with a giggle.
“Of course not!” he told her.
“Would you like them to be in your drawer?”
“No,” he told her. “I am more than happy with yours. I don’t need anybody else’s.”
“I could easily get her knickers in your drawer if you wanted,” she said to him. “After all, it’s only fair isn’t it?”
“Fair?”
“Well, if I’m... it’s only fair that you should... well, you know.”
Harry went quiet. He had an erection now thinking about Sioned.
“If you pass me back to Debbie I’ll have a word,” she told him.
“W... when are you going to bed?” he asked trying to change the subject.
“In about ten minutes,” she told him. “Now pass me back to Debbie and I’ll make sure that you get what you need.”
Harry sighed.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I love you too. Now pass me to Debbie.”
His hand was shaking as he pressed the transfer call option on his telephone. He could see the red engaged sign lit up on his phone. It seemed to be on for ages and then it suddenly went off. A few moments later there was knock on his door and Debbie came in. He had never paid much attention to her in the physical sense since she had joined the company a year ago. He hadn’t had many dealings with her either; she was Sioned’s admin assistant. But she was slim, attractive and pretty with long dark hair. He also knew that she was twenty and still lived at home with her mum and dad. He wondered how well Sioned knew her.
“Sh... Mrs. Barclay said that I was to look after you today sir, while she is off.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as she stood at his side. “I... I... “
“Mrs. Barclay said that I have to take care of you in the same way that she would if she was here.”
Harry felt himself stiffen. Sioned did more than take her panties off for him; she did much more than let him put his hand under her skirt and touch her.
Harry cleared his throat.