It was Wednesday afternoon in the office of a company that sold glazing materials, and for three people in the office, it had been quite an eventful day so far.
Two of the people, forty-nine-year-old married white woman Louise Carver and twenty-year-old black young man Tyrone McMorris, had had sex the previous Saturday, and a third person, fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had found out about it that morning.
Sheila did not know the full details, but from seeing Tyrone caressing Louise's arse in the company kitchen and hearing them arrange to meet at lunchtime, Sheila had invited herself to the meeting.
The three of them went to the local park and Sheila threatened to tell Louise's husband, Philip, unless her terms for keeping quiet were agreed to.
The terms were that Tyrone gave Sheila a fucking—she was married but separated and got sex wherever and whenever she could—and also that Louise got a spanking on her bare arse. Sheila first said that she would tell Philip and insist that he spank Louise with Sheila watching, but she had now relented to allow Tyrone to do the spanking.
It had not yet been decided when the fucking and spanking would take place, but the location would be Sheila's house, where she lived alone. Sheila, kindly she thought, was also going to permit Louise to take a fucking from Tyrone when the rendezvous took place.
Tyrone had only been working for the company for a few weeks and was a trainee salesperson, splitting his time between the office and being on the road with a senior salesperson.
Louise, who ran the office, had taken Tyrone under her wing and Sheila had teased Louise about Louise wanting to get into Tyrone's trousers, although Sheila did not believe that for a moment. The thought had not occurred to Louise until Tyrone had told her that he wanted to fuck her only a week ago.
Louise and Sheila had both worked in the office for a long time and, at best, tolerated each other but they were certainly not friends. Sheila considered Louise to be a stuck-up bitch who needed taking down a peg or two, and Louise saw Sheila as a slut happy to open her legs for a stiff penis, whether the owner of the penis was married or not.
Two days previously, the women had had a brief verbal confrontation in which Louise, unusually, very much came out on top. Sheila had been seething since then, so catching Louise Carver with, metaphorically speaking, her knickers down was a godsend.
Sheila was very much the cat that got the cream, not least because in the park she had had a feel of Tyrone's cock through his trousers, and he felt huge. She was soon going to have that cock inside her, and also watch Louise Carver get her arse tanned.
It was a question of when it was to happen and Sheila did not want it to drift, not least because she had not been fucked for a week, and Louise wanted to get it over with, although she was not sure that she believed Sheila saying that she would stay silent.
"What are you doing Saturday?" Sheila asked Louise at the end of the working day.
"I am in here in the morning," replied Louise, who normally worked alternate Saturday mornings.
"And after that?" asked Sheila.
"Nothing really, Philip is at an away football match and will not be home until late," replied Louise.
"Perfect, don't you think?" smiled Sheila, and Louise could not argue with the logic.
"It depends on what Tyrone is doing too, doesn't it?" said Louise.
"Why don't you ask him?" said Sheila; her smile was that of a woman in control of a situation, and loving it.
Louise spoke to Tyrone and he was free Saturday afternoon but working on the road in the morning, so Saturday afternoon at Sheila's house was agreed for the fucking and spanking.
Tyrone was not in the office either Thursday or Friday and Louise stayed away from Sheila as much as was possible on those two days. Louise was still far from convinced that Sheila would keep the secret after Saturday's get-together, but Louise had no choice other than to trust her.
"Have a nice weekend, Louise," Sheila smiled as she went past Louise's desk on her way to leaving the office on Friday. Louise did not really respond.
Louise would like to have been able to phone Tyrone on Friday evening but Philip was not going out because he needed to be up quite early on Saturday to go to the away football match, She could text him, though.
Louise went upstairs and sent Tyrone a text.
Hey, how are you? How are you feeling about tomorrow?
Tyrone responded swiftly.
I am okay, how are you feeling about tomorrow?
Louise thought for a moment before replying.
I am not too happy about watching you fuck that slag but getting a spanking from you might be fun.
Tyrone soon replied.
Yeah, spanking you might be fun and we will get to fuck too.
Tyrone deliberately avoided saying anything about him fucking Sheila because he was rather looking forward to it. Her arse had felt so good when she had made him caress it in the park on Wednesday.
Louise and Tyrone had got themselves into this mess so now they had to make the best of it. It might not be so bad after all.
Louise arranged to pick Tyrone up early on Saturday afternoon, and then they would go to Sheila's house.
Philip left on Saturday morning, telling Louise that he would be late home and no need to wait up. For the first time, it occurred to Louise that her arse cheeks would likely be red after what was going to happen, and she wondered how long they would remain red, making it necessary to keep her bare arse away from her husband's eyes.
Louise went into the office as scheduled on Saturday morning, and Tyrone went out with the salesperson who was training him. Sheila Towers did not have that problem.
Sheila did not get up early, but when she did get up she had a nice long bath. She then thought about how to dress, and she decided to make herself look as slutty as possible, mostly to annoy Louise.
Sheila did not get dressed until late morning, but when she did she put on stockings and suspenders, a black thong, a short and tight black skirt, and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone, displaying a lot of cleavage. Her large tits were barely encased in a black bra. She had on bright red lipstick and plenty of eye shadow, and she overdosed on the amount of perfume she put on.
"Slut!" she said to herself as she looked in the mirror, and she then burst out laughing.
Louise picked up Tyrone; they were pleased to see each other because they were going to have sex; they were not so pleased about the other things that were due to happen.
"Well, here we go," said Louise.
"Yep," replied Tyrone.
They drove the quite short distance to Sheila's house in almost complete silence, and pulled up outside.
On the assumption that Sheila would be looking out of her window, Louise pulled Tyrone to her and snogged him; Tyrone had no problem returning the kiss. Sheila was looking out the window, and Louise's actions annoyed her.
Louise and Tyrone did not hold hands walking up Sheila's path, although they wanted to, in case any neighbours saw, although neighbours might have seen the snog too.
When Sheila opened her door she got the reaction from Louise that she had hoped for, a look of absolute disgust. The look from Tyrone was more one of lust.
"Come in, come in, my, you look so hot, Tyrone," said Sheila, totally blanking Louise.
It got worse for Louise when they were inside with the door closed, because Sheila threw her arms around Tyrone and snogged him. To his credit, Louise could see Tyrone opening and closing his fingers as he fought his urges, but in the end, his hands went to Sheila's large arse.
"Okay, the order of events; we will all go to my bedroom and Tyrone and I will fuck, with you watching, Louise," smirked Sheila.
Louise glared but said nothing.
"Then you and Tyrone can fuck, and then he will spank your arse; any questions?" grinned Sheila.
Neither Louise nor Tyrone spoke, but Tyrone looked at Louise in a sort of apology for what he was about to do. The bulge in his trousers was quite pronounced.
"Okay, follow me," said Sheila, swaying her arse unnecessarily as she climbed the stairs.
"It's okay," Louise said to Tyrone as reassurance, before they set off up the stairs.
"Right, you put your arse down on that chair, Mrs Not So Goody Goody," said Sheila, pointing out a chair to Louise.
Louise sat down. She did not know how she would cope with what was going to happen, but cope with it she had to.
"Now, let me get your trousers down, Tyrone," said Sheila, undoing Tyrone's trousers and lowering them.
Tyrone looked at Louise in apology again, but there was no denying his excitement because his boxers were well-stretched by his erection.