Chapter 32: Office Play

I didn’t say anything about the prior evening when I went into the office the next morning other than some nice platitudes as she thanked me for our hospitality. Monica was there at her desk preparing my calendar for the day and finishing off what looked like one of the HR hiring packages for me to sign.

As usual, she came into my office without needing an invitation and sat in front of my desk. She ran through the schedule, and got my signature on a couple of things. We also talked about how she should respond to two messages left overnight on our customer service hot line.

Monica prepared to stand, but instead said, “We had fun last night. Misty really had Nate on the run.”

I nodded, “Sorry, if she went too far. I certainly didn’t expect her to strip off to tease him that way. We are loving, but that was a first for her. I’ve never seen her tease like that before. I think she really liked him.”

Monica chuckled, “I’m glad she did. He was pretty horny the rest of the night and made my night when we got home.”

I chuckled, waved her away, and said, “T. M. I.”

“Oh, don’t pretend that you don’t know about all there is about sex. I’d heard rumors about your house and some of the parties, and I got some degree of confirmation last night from Misty. Further, it’s a known fact that you have six fiancées and a few other hot women hanging around you.”

I rolled my eyes. “She must have been on a roll or had too much to drink. She’s normally a pretty tame person.”

Monica then shocked me, “I told Nate about your parties. We’re interested. Will you invite us to one, please.”

I politely said, “You were at one of our dinner parties last night. See, you’ve already done that.” I wasn’t sure I wanted yet another person knowing about our sex parties or that my teenage girlfriends fucked adult men and women.

Monica stood and winked at me. “You know what I mean.” On that note she left my office, and the subject never came up again that day. It did leave me with a bit of a dilemma. Everyone in the house had talked about a sexual party the Saturday before Christmas. I know our neighbors were planning on attending, and even bringing some of the guests that they’d brought to the last party. The one outstanding RSVP was from Alice and Steve; but they’re not responding didn’t surprise me.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mark Butler, the young man that has just taken over my old post. I needed to share some more about my philosophy of working with some specific customers that I’d called ‘problem children’.

The rest of the day unfolded, and as it turned out, I had a late meeting that ran past five-thirty. Monica had left by the time I was through. Waiting for me on my desk were my phone messages, a crisp outline of what the next day looked like, and folders for two new hires I needed to approve. I quickly polished off my end of day tasks, packed up, and left for home, as usual not carrying anything home with me. I practiced work-life balance and wanted to also be a role model to the other workaholics at RS.

I got greeted at the door by the barely clad Lola. She rubbed her nearly naked body against me and gave me a great kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, “I love you.” Dakota was next, and then Wendy, Lauren, Tracy, Holly, and Misty – who I’d have to speak to later. I loved being welcomed home.

And then, a surprise visitor appeared before me as I turned into the kitchen. Monica!??! Shit, she was not only gorgeous, as usual, she was only wearing the bottoms to a Wicked Weasel bathing suit. She had enviable breasts that turned me on, and the bottoms of her suit were so thin I could see a lot of detail in her private area, including a tuft of pubic hair and her labia barely hidden by the thong. I could feel my jaw go slack as I stared at her, most of that in disbelief that she was at my house and that she was all but naked.

As I gawked, Monica put her arms over my shoulders, pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips in a very friendly manner that lasted over thirty seconds. “Welcome home, Sailor. I gather everyone welcomes you that way, so I take pleasure in being in this queue of greeters.”

“Monica, just make sure this isn’t over the line for you.” I was suddenly worried about her behavior. My behavior. Our behavior. I gestured at her nearly naked body.

She laughed, “My line is probably not at all where you think it is, and don’t worry, none of this will appear in the office.”

Dakota appeared, “Isn’t it great that Monica is here. I set Nate up in the shower.” Since Monica was standing there, she teased, “I was going to join him but decided I’d get some Dutch courage first.” She held up a glass of wine that she was working on.

Lola appeared next to me with a glass of ice and white wine – my normal ‘relax at the end of the day’ wine cooler. She wanted another kiss and I gave her that. She then went to help with dinner. Monica had a glass of wine that she’d set down.

When Lola was out of ear shot, Monica teased, “Raiding the cradle?”

“Hey, they choose me, but I am very happy to know Lola. She’s one of the two runaways and three teenagers in my life.”

“And the other teens?”

“Wendy and Tracy, too. I often forget that they’re teens because they’re so mature. Being in college gives them a different aura.”

Nothing explicit was said about Monica and Nate’s presence again, especially with her in a barely-there monokini. I wondered just how far she wanted this to go and how I would play this at work.

Nate appeared fresh from his shower looking well-scrubbed and happy to have a beer in his hand. He’d brought clean shorts and a t-shirt with him and that’s what he wore. He chatted with Michael and me about his progress that day and plans for the next couple of days.

At dinner, I had Wendy fill in Monica about how we met – hiding in my car as a runaway, and so on. I then asked Lola to do the same. They both told of how they reached a turning point of being with me or returning to their home. Both said their decision was the best they’d ever made. I blushed.

While we were eating, I also watched Misty flirting incessantly and quite heavily with Nate. She was trying to get him to make both her nipples stand up more than they already were. He was torn between doing exactly that and keeping his hands to himself. He kept looking at his wife for guidance, but Monica was doing a pretty good job of flirting with me and ignoring her husband.

Monica was sitting next to me and generally trying to get about as close to me as she could get without actually sitting in my lap or impeding the use of my arms and hands as I ate and passed food around the table. We were eating family style as we usually did.

Quite often, she’d rub her nearest breast against my bicep, bringing her nipple to an erect state and then keeping it there by repeating her attention-getting act. I rather liked Monica and what she was doing.

When others were occupied in other conversations, I turned to Monica and said, “Misty is really coming on to Nate. He keeps looking to you for guidance or support of some kind. You might want to clue him in about any boundaries or rules you have about his behavior and responses to her flirting.”

Monica watched him. He’d finally succumbed and was doing a nice job of fondling Misty’s tits as she presented them to him for inspection. Frequently, we could see him use his thumb and forefingers and pinch and twist her nipples. Misty was liking everything he was doing and even leaned in a planted a long, sensuous kiss on his lips.

Monica said, “Is she trying to seduce him or just teasing?”

I chuckled, “Both, probably. Should I get her to lay off?”

“Oh, no. Nate has to learn how to fend for himself in this sex-rich environment. Hanging around here when the women are all topless has made him exceptionally horny. We’ve made love every night since he started work here, and we’d gotten in a dull routine in our sex lives. To tell you the truth, I’m excited about being here, too.”

“Will you get angry at him if he falls?”

“Oh, no. I kind of hope he does. Then he’ll feel that he has to make it up to me if I also take a dive. I wouldn’t hold that against him though. I told him this morning that it was all right to play with the other children and even implied sexually, but I don’t think he believes me.”

“I think Misty is winning him over.” We looked back at the couple at the end of the other table. Nate was now leaning over and sucking on one of Missy’s breasts as he used a hand to fondle the other. Misty had her head back relishing the attention he was giving her.

Monica said, “You don’t get jealous?”

I smiled. “The old me would have gotten jealous, or angry, or feel that when Misty or one of them did that with others that it was cheating and unfaithfulness in some way. I guess I got used to it. I also learned about ‘compersion’. Do you know the term?”

“I do. That’s actually what I’m feeling about watching Nate with Misty. They’re cute together, plus I knew he’ll come home with me and fuck my lights out before we sleep.”

Others near Misty and Nate at their table had either left the table or turned away to given them some sense of privacy. The clean-up squad had cleared away the remains of dinner and put out coffee urns and mugs.

Monica watched her husband reach below table level with one hand and probably start to feel Misty’s hot little love box. Misty was obviously inviting the attention and visibly moved in a way so we knew that she had spread her legs apart and also started to paw at Nate’s bulging shorts. The couple started kissing again.

I commented, “Misty is easy to fall in love with. Does that worry you?”

“No. We both believe we can love more than one person. His actions on the home front assure me that he still loves me.” We watched the couple making out some more. Monica said, “You know if you did any of those things to me, I’d really be very happy.”

I nodded that I’d heard her. I leaned over and kissed the tip of her pretty nose. “Let me think about that and all that it implies.”

Monica assured me, “It won’t change anything at work. I promise.”

I gave a humorous snort. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Well, I guess you’re right. It would make us more sensitive about each other. We’d read each other’s signals better.”

I teased, “We’d need a lot of will power around each other. Heck, I’m having to use a lot of will power now and we haven’t done anything physical yet; well, until you kissed me and displayed your hot body to me tonight.”

“Please give the idea some serious consideration. What did you do about Dakota and Holly and Wendy? Didn’t you see them at work?”

“Absolute professionalism at its best,” I stated with a grin. “We have will power, plus because I was out of the office on customer calls so much, I didn’t see them there that much. We snuck a kiss every now and then, but that was all.”

Monica laughed, “You give me hope, at least.”

The next day in the office started normally. Monica was her professional best, as usually, and dressed in a knee-length summer frock with matching pale-yellow heels that looked very nice and attractive without being out of line for the company or the executive suite. Her brunette hair was down past her shoulders again, with pretty ringlets helping to frame her face. As I arrived at work, her smile lit up my day. I gave her a smile and a wink in return.

Late morning, I finished a meeting with Mary Cross, one of my new direct reports. Mary ran the call center and we were talking about trends in the calls that were coming in and how Retail Solutions responded to them. Our meeting had become more of brainstorming session about how to improve our responsiveness, even getting ahead of the customers on some issues.

As Mary left, I said to Monica as she stood just inside my office door, “So, how was Nate after our dinner? I didn’t get to talk to him this morning since he was dealing with a delivery at the house.” When things really did break-up after dinner the night before, the two of them had left for home.

She grinned, “His libido was on fire, and so was mine. I thought you might have heard the explosion when we reached our bedroom last night – something about the intensity of two supernovae colliding. I think it might have been the most passionate night of our marriage.” She flashed me a grin.

Monica checked out the door to my office to be sure nobody was nearby and then stepped further inside. She then lifted the front of her pretty dress with both hands until she was displaying her pussy to me along with her patch of sexy pubic hair. She grinned and said, “You, last night, Nate, Misty, and everything inspired me to go commando today. I just thought you should know so you could appreciate me as I come and go in your office.”

Monica’s little display lasted about twenty seconds before she dropped and smoothed out her skirt, turned, and went back to her desk outside my office door. I had probably responded exactly as she wanted. I had a serious hard-on that threatened to rip the zipper out of my pants and I was brain numb. It took me a few minutes before I could go back to work. I thought I heard her laughing as she sat at her desk.

Friday morning, Monica provided me a similar experience only with another dress. This time she proved that she was also without bra. Not only did she flash her pussy at me, but also, she unbuttoned her top and pulled the blouse apart so I had an unfettered view of her gorgeous breasts. She informed me, “They’re right on the line between a B and a C, and so far, as you can see, still pretty perky. They’re also hoping that you’ll play with them a lot tonight.”

I naively said, “Oh, tonight? Will I see you?”

“Yes. I think we’ll be at the same sex party. I got my invitation from Dakota and Holly. Nate got his from Misty ... of all people. We meet all requirements regarding safe sex and so on. I won’t get pregnant anytime soon, either. Just so you know.”

I did my eye roll as she buttoned up the blouse again before returning to her desk. At the time, that gave me about six hours or so to figure out whether I wanted to put any boundaries or guard rails on my interactions with Monica. The fact that others were involved and trying to hurl us together didn’t escape my notice.

I purposefully waited to leave until after Monica had left. I felt certain that I’d find her at the house with a welcome home kiss. Of course, she’d also be helping with dinner and cocktails; that was her nature. She was one of the most helpful people I knew. Everyone in the office loved her, and, at work, she had made herself indispensable to me. I sighed, and drove home.

Wendy was my first greeter. She was nearly naked, and seemed exceptionally horny. The kiss she gave me melted the nails in my shoes and heated the whole house. Tracy had similar offerings, and then Misty.

With Misty, I whispered, “Is your prey ready for you tonight?”

She giggled, “I hope so. Dakota wants a piece of him, too. We have a plan of seduction. He’s showering in the guest bath as we speak. Dakota is waiting to hand him a towel as he gets out of the spray. I think she’s naked, too.”