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I sat in my office looking at my smartphone. “The wonders of technology!” I smiled to myself. It was simple really and even though I was frustrated that my keen intellect hadn’t been able to work out who ‘Buttercup’ was, I also knew that it would have been impossible to work out. She had never even been on the radar.This was the second-best birthday present I’d ever got.My intercom beeped and Eleanor announced Tamara’s arrival for my birthday lunch; a moment later she walked in and headed straight for the desk leaning all the way across it deliberately affording a generous view of her cleavage as she did so. “Happy Birthday, Chris!” she declared placing a small gift-wrapped box on the desk before kissing me softly on the lips.“Mmm… interesting underwear!” I replied as she stood up. She was dressed in what could only be described as a black pinstripe ‘power’ suit and the glimpse of the corset beneath was only betrayed externally by how high her breasts were held.“Ahh, one of your birthday presents… sometimes all the fun is in the unwrapping!” she smiled licking her lips.“Amen to that,” I agreed, “and this?” pointing at the present.“A little later I think!” she smirked.“Talking of birthday wishes I may have had a breakthrough!” I declared.“The List?” she asked.“The List!” I agreed and reached for the intercom as she sat down in the chair opposite and lifted her patent leather five-inch heels to rest on the desk. My cock twitched at the thought of what the rest of Tamara’s suit concealed. I pressed the intercom once again. “Eleanor can you bring in the ‘V… I… P’ list for the New Year’s party, please!” I asked.“Certainly, Mr Harmon,” she replied and was standing before me in less than sixty seconds. She glanced almost nervously at Tamara’s heels while Tamara stared unabashedly at my assistant’s ass from behind her. I suppressed a grin as she arched a questioning eyebrow. She turned the page towards me and I saw the now-familiar fifty-four names.“Actually, grab a pen please and cross off these names,” I told her and she dutifully grabbed a highlighter from the cup on the desk and leant forward preparing to follow my instructions. Tamara tilted her head and idly ran a fingernail into her cleavage as she lusted after the tight ass in front of her.“So… Gerry Newman and Giselle… Joanna G and her plus-one… Brita and her plus-one… Actually just cross out any plus-ones… Brita… Andrew Peter… Rick Anson and Dani…” I began. I rattled off another twenty names before I rose from my seat and began to walk around the room. Part of the reason was to help me think but I also came around the desk to share the view my wife was enjoying.Eleanor seemed at least partially aware of the eyes upon her as her cheeks flexed a little. I took my time as I recalled the list and added another two names. “How many does that leave now, Eleanor?”“Just the one couple, Mr Harmon; Kayla and Kate Topton, sir!” she informed me.I looked at Tamara, “Kate would be a turn-up!” I grinned.“It would but she always been a sub; I wish it but almanbahis I can’t see it, babe!” We both heard Eleanor’s intake of breath as we discussed the sexual orientation of a member of the Royal family.“And Kayla is far too short. So that’s them all!” I declared.Tamara looked at me puzzled, “So what’s the breakthrough?”“Buttercup was definitely a gate-crasher but there was an inside man, so to speak” I smiled.“Okay… that sounds like we’re back to square one, though!” she answered.Eleanor straightened up and looked from me to Tamara and back again with a look of confusion on her face. I could see her mulling over whether she should ask if she was dismissed but obviously curiosity was winning.I rested my ass against the edge of the desk beside my assistant. “The doorbell,” I said simply.“The doorbell? What about the doorbell?” puzzled Tamara and I saw Eleanor continue to glance between the two of us.I twisted around and picked up my phone briefly locking eyes with Eleanor who still remained silent. “Our doorbell has a camera.”Tamara nodded, “Yes… yes, lets us see anyone who rings it when we’re not there and?”“Oh, it doesn’t do just that… it records all movement whether the bell is rung or not… and all stored in the ‘cloud’ it seems!” I smiled and opened the appropriate picture. I heard the gulp from beside me and grinned; “There was an awful lot to go through that night but I found our gate-crasher!” I twisted the phone screen towards Tamara.“Oh!” she simply said and the two of us looked at my assistant.“Well… Buttercup?” I asked as she looked down at her feet and gave the barest of nods.“You naughty girl!” declared Tamara as she rose from her seat, “We’ve been searching high and low for you, Eleanor!”She raised her head and looked into my wife’s eyes, a mischievous grin playing about her own as she squirmed a little.I walked around my desk and opened a drawer, “Of course the picture doesn’t show her co-conspirator, though!”Tamara pulled her gaze away from my assistant and stared at me, “Does she need one?”“She does,” I answered simply looking down into my drawer. “She’s never been to our house… but knew where our bedroom was… knew where…“ I reached down into the drawer and lifted out the item I had brought from home; “… your strap-on should have been along with your other toys… knew where it was and that it was there!”For the first time, my wife’s face gave the slightest hint that she hadn’t been ‘completely’ honest. “Oh…” she answered rather meekly, noting that I had swapped out the usual dildo for the facsimile of my own cock.“Oh?” I grinned and reached under the lip of my desk and pressed the privacy button that locked the office door and lit up a red light above the door.“Oh dear…” smiled my wife, “Time to pay the piper, Ellie,” she added as she turned to my assistant.She nodded in agreement and turned to face the desk bending over it as she looked up at me and then at the ‘guilty’ strap-on in my hand. Tamara followed suit as I walked around behind them.I gently placed the ‘murder’ almanbahis yeni giriş weapon between their heads and they both faced it and each other with lust in their eyes. Two loud resounding smacks echoed around my sound-proofed (strictly for business but happily for more pleasurable activities as well) office as my hand came down sharply on Tamara’s trousered ass and then Eleanor’s skirted rear.Eleanor moaned deeply and Tamara squeaked. I grinned at the difference between the two of them. I knew Tamara enjoyed a little light spanking but she had truly been a dishonest wife and I watched her knuckles whiten gripping the edge of the desk either side of her hips I knew she was resigning herself to her fate. I pondered Eleanor’s ass and her splayed trembling fingers and wondered if the dominating role she had played had been her natural state or if she was a true ‘switch’.Another resounding smack on their opposite cheeks and again one moaned deeply while the other whimpered. “So has Eleanor been to our house before?” I asked sternly.“Yes, sir,” answered my assistant promptly and then groaned as I struck her ass again.“I was asking my wife, Eleanor… Ellie!” I corrected her.“Y… yes… sir!” Tamara answered hesitantly, “Just the once!”I reached for her ass and felt it flinch as I gently caressed it. “And is this when you hatched your…nefarious scheme…” I grinned as the two of them stared at each other wondering which of them I was asking; “… Ellie?”I felt Tamara’s ass relax and almost slapped it again just for badness but decided I was in no hurry and to all attempts and purposes was done for the day regarding business. I looked at the clock and saw it was only twelve-thirty, no hurry at all, I thought.“Yes, sir!” she answered and sighed as my right hand cupped her cheek and gently squeezed it. I remained silent and she continued, “I dropped off the Glastonbury contract when it needed your immediate signature.”“Last November?” I asked.“Yes, sir; the twenty-eighth,” she replied instantly and squirmed a fraction as I gave her cheek a gentle tap acknowledging her fantastic recall. Tamara was biting her lip as she felt my hand sliding slowly up and down between her ass cheeks, almost but not quite reaching beneath her to her mound.“And… Tamara?” I asked and lifted my hand away; I grinned as I watched her cheeks tense as she expected another smack.“You… you were out shooting clay pigeons with Gerry… I was in your study… finalising the guest list,” she answered breathlessly. I gently tapped her behind watching her flinch once again.“Carry on,” I encouraged as I reached down and tugged Ellie’s skirt upwards; she obediently shifted her hips a fraction from the desk and closed her legs allowing the tight skirt to shift up easily.“She handed me the files and saw what I was working on… I could see… she was interested… more than just… professionally!” she recalled.My hand left Tamara’s ass as I hitched up Ellie’s skirt completely exposing her pantyhose covered ass; for a moment I thought she was pantie-less almanbahis giriş beneath but it was simply a thong with a ‘string’ bisecting her ass cheeks. “And?”“We got to talking… I could see she was wondering about the New Year’s bash… she was… she knew what it was like… she was interested,” Tamara continued as her head turned and saw what I was doing.“No peeking!” I admonished my wife and landed a slap across her ass.“Ohhh! Ahhh… yes… sir!” she responded.“Continue, Ellie!” I ordered as I slapped her ass hard, once on each cheek.“Fu…“ she breathed and then drew in a deep breath; “Yesss… sir… I’ve known since I started working for you what went on… and since you started compiling your list and organising it… I’ve wondered… wanted… probably since September any mention of it… by you or even in your e-mails… has got me hot!” she admitted. I caressed her nylon-wrapped ass briefly before turning my attention to my wife’s state of ‘over-dress’.“I’ve spent afternoons positively dripping when acceptance or even apologies have come through from your guest list…” she sighed as she recollected her state of mind. I grasped Tamara’s hips pulling them away a few inches from the desk and reached beneath her unbuckling her belt and pulling down the zipper before edging down her trousers. “Mrs Harmon started telling me that… the party mightn’t be for me… she described the pool orgy from last year… how you fucked Rhia as she fucked you… with her strap-on!”“Ohh yes I… we did!” I grinned, as I pulled down my wife’s trousers exposing her pantie-less ass and a pair of red fishnet stockings attached by suspenders to her corset. A pair of stockings I recognised; almost identical to those that ‘Buttercup’/Ellie had worn at the New Year party. “And… Tamara?” I ordered as I slipped her feet from her trousers.She sighed loudly while Ellie remained silent as a hand on each of them slowly slid up the inside of their legs. Both types of underwear snagged against the imperfections on my palms as my hands rose higher; the fishnets pulled and distorted whereas Ellie’s seamed pantyhose tugged minutely and left no trace of my passage. I grinned noting that her seams were as usual impeccably straight.“TAMARA?” I asked again, my hand rising up between her thighs as her legs quivered.“Yesss… ohhh…” she moaned; “I… we… I was getting off… as I teased Ellie… I could see her squirming… so I asked her… did she want to come?”The two women’s legs tensed as my hands rose right up to the top of their thighs and then slipped out and over their backsides. Tamara whimpered in frustration whereas Ellie still remained silent; I looked at her pantyhose clad ass and figured I’d soon change both.My wife took a deep breath and continued her tale; “She misunderstood me; I’d meant to the party but she replied…“ Tamara stopped and turned her face to my assistant.Ellie smiled and wet her lips as she felt both my hands move onto her ass; “Ohh God… I so need to cum!” she gasped aloud evoking her feeling of now as well as then. I thrust my fingers through her pantyhose and ripped it asunder exposing her ass and upper thighs in a single movement. In quick succession, I grabbed her thong and yanked it down to her mid-thigh smiling as the crotch remained ‘glued’ to her mound.
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