I was up first and strode into her office with stocking tops on full show. The interview took five minutes, most of that time was removing her knickers and getting the position just right.

My cheating husband was up next. Always feeling more confident than I.

Forty minutes later, we entered the lift. Both of us dripping juices from our chins, and both of us smelling of sex, but my blouse was far wetter than his shirt.

My phone pinged. "I got the promotion." I winked, showing him the photo she took when she squirted over my face.