My wife Sharon and I were an office romance and were married for most of the last twenty years that we worked. We occasionally had sex with other couples, though she never seemed terribly enthusiastic about it.

I was in middle management and she was the administrative assistant to the president of our Silicon Valley company.

The boss travelled a lot for business and her job sometimes required her to travel with him. When they were in town she spent long periods meeting with him in his office with the door closed.

Being a suspicious sort, I often asked her what went on in these closed-door meetings, and when she returned from a trip I always asked if anything happened that I should know about.

She assured me that he considered their professional relationship too valuable to risk with a “romantic” entanglement; though she did acknowledge that not every minute in his office was work related.

“He seems to need to tell me about his many liaisons; he complains that his wife is sexless and he readily falls in and out of love with other women. I have become his confessor for all of his indiscretions.” She related some of his stories to me and we enjoyed a certain sexual energy from them.

As I approached retirement age we started to plan to travel. Even though she was too young to formally retire, our 401K’s were pretty healthy, and if need be she could go back to work. Fortunately she never did, though she did volunteer work for years. She is ten years my junior.

After a couple of years of travel, we settled in Boise, Idaho and have been happy there for several years. Recently we were invited to a retirement party for a colleague, so we decided to visit the Bay Area for a few days and see old friends.

The boss, who has also left the company and was now a consultant of some sort with the government was there. The party was crowded with old acquaintances, so we were often separated for long periods. But I glimpsed her frequently as we made our rounds. I saw her and the old boss together several times in close conversation.

When I approached them he greeted me warmly and commented that I was one of his most valued employees. Sharon and I continued to socialize separately.

Later that night in our motel room I asked what had engaged them so much of the time. ”Mostly just catching up and remembering old times. Then he said he wished he could fuck me again.”

“What?... Again? You never told me you had fucked him before. When was that?” I was startled and getting quite upset. Cheating has always upset me, and I never expected her to be the one to do it. She had no reason to.

“Most of the time I worked ‘under him’, pun intended. I didn’t tell you because, knowing your explosive personality, at some time you would have made a scene and jeopardized our careers. And after the first time, I had no choice but to keep him happy.”

“All those times in his office you were fucking him?”

“No, that would have been too risky, I just gave him blow jobs and let him lick my pussy a few times. We only fucked when we were away overnight; though he once wanted me to call in sick so we could fuck in your bed.”

“And now he expected you to spread your legs for him here?” The gall of the bastard. I wanted to find him and beat the shit out of him.

“Not expected, expects. He invited me to have breakfast in his hotel room in the morning, eight hours from now,” she looked at the clock. I looked at her waiting for the penny to drop.

“And, what did you tell him?”

“Well, I guess I don’t have to show up if you say no, but I invested a lot of time and effort training that guy. I’d kind of like to see if he remembered everything I taught him. Would you mind?”

When I was slow to respond she said, “I seem to recall that a couple of the women there tonight have been in your bed at one time or another. How about we fuck first thing in the morning and you send me to him with a cum-filled pussy for him to lick? That should put him in his place when I tell him what he’s tasting.” So we did just that.

She returned sooner than I expected with a big grin on her face. We had a good laugh when she described him almost losing his breakfast as she explained why his dessert tasted strange. In the end, he sent her away without getting to enjoy her beautiful pussy.

“He seems to have kept his pussy licking skills up, but he apparently hasn’t acquired a taste for semen. Maybe next time,” Sharon chuckled.