First Day Induction

"There you are Michelle! I've been looking for you to catch up on the new starters we've got joining next week. My desk, 10 mins?"

She was leaning casually against David's desk--now dressed in a black wool pencil skirt and white silk blouse over the pink lingerie, straining in the usual places. Her face was flushed, hair slightly damp and a smile sparkling in her eyes.

"Sure thing, Alex. David mentioned this morning that he's working from home tomorrow, and as he's shown signs of stiffness, I've offered a home DSE check."

" Fair enough... but surely it wasn't urgent?"

"Absolutely not but I was passing so stuck my head in. David was just back from lunch, so I offered my services." she smirked at David.

"Ah ok, how are you finding the canteen, mate?"

"I er... ate out instead..." David said, glancing at Michelle who raised an eyebrow.

"Did you go with him, show him the sights, Michelle?"

"I'm sure he's seen everything there is to see, Alex. You're a big boy, aren't you, David?"

David looked down at his desk to hide his blushing.

"Anyway, I had a workout and a good stretch instead. I've got a protein shake though," she said, slurping from her sports bottle, "I'm hoping it eases the burn, otherwise I'll be walking funny all week. See you both soon!" she said breezily sashaying out of the office.

Alex turned to David as the door clicked shut, "God, I'd give anything to give her a good stretch out... if you know what I mean!"

"Married man, Alex..." David warned, hand gripping his hard cock under the desk, digging her lace into himself.

"Sorry, sorry... bet she's frigid anyway," he muttered to himself.

***

David stepped out of the shower in the en suite, towelling himself down as he walked into the bedroom, past the wedding photos, the holiday photos, past Jess's dressing table. He didn't look at any of them on his way to his side of the bed where he sat heavily, sighing. He sat there motionless, water drying on his skin as he replayed the last couple of days and everything he'd done. He wasn't the man he thought he was, the man he sold to the world that he was.

He reached for the bedside table, slid open the drawer, dug to the back, selected the blue lace and gently knotted it at the base of his cock.

"I don't think she is a bitch," he whispered to himself.

Dressing in some football shorts and a hoody, he headed down to the kitchen for breakfast where Jess was waiting with toast for him and freshly brewed tea for them both, the house quiet after the school run and smelling of jasmine as always.

"Thanks for the toast, love. How's your day looking?" he asked, sitting at the table

Please be going out. Please have plans. Please.

"Boring one I think. The washing is in and I need to do a food shop, other than that I think just cleaning up round here. You? Day three as Head of Lending--are they letting you make the big decisions yet?"

Fuck.

"I wish," he chuckled, "I've been deep in HR... training..." he paused, "Which reminds me, they're sending someone round for a DSE inspection of my office here. Think they're due about 11." putting the lies out there, "Overkill if you ask me. I'm sure it'll be an in and out one."

Shut up shut up shut up!

"That'll be nice--I get to meet who you're working with for once. I'll make sure we've got biscuits in. Do they drink tea or coffee?" Jess asked sweetly.

"I don't know who they're sending to be honest."

You fucking liar.

"Okay, I'll make both. Make yourself a bit more presentable though. You've got the title to live up to now."

David agreed and headed up to the loft conversion they'd had done five years ago--it'd become his office by default as it was large enough for his desk and monitors but also had the guest bed, small bathroom and rarely used gym equipment. It had been their bedroom for a while but Jess had felt too far away from the kids so back downstairs they'd gone.

David opened his laptop, connected it to his WiFi, set up his VPN and busied himself with work.

It'll all be fine. She'll come, see Jess is here and leave.

It'll be fine.

It had just gone 11 when he heard Jess shout up from downstairs, letting him know he'd got a visitor. He'd been reviewing policy documents and had lost track of time so hadn't made himself more presentable, hadn't thought of excuses to get rid of her, hadn't come up with reasons for any of it.

Who do you mean by her?,he asked himself, the answer sickening him.

Jess.

***

Michelle was sitting at the kitchen table, clutching a steaming mug of tea, hair tied up in a simple ponytail, no makeup. Even wearing the baggy jumper he could see she was devastating but the way her face lit up at seeing him was what broke him.

She shouldn't be here. I'm glad she's here.

"Here he is! Michelle tells me she's been running your training for the last few days... I'm sorry, Michelle--my husband thinks he's a student and barely manages to dress himself when he's at home." Jess scowled at him, annoyed he'd ignored her advice to change.

"Oh I'm the same, Jess. Comfies on as soon as I'm through the door. I'm much happier out of my office wear... especially recently." she smirked at David.

"Why is that then, dear?"

"Oh it just doesn't feel like me... I just feel better with it off, like I can really be me... people think I'm a bit of a bitch at the office!" Michelle laid it on thick.

"I'm sure that's not true, is it David? You don't think she's a bitch do you?" Jess asked him directly.

David couldn't take his eyes off Michelle as the words came unbidden, "I definitely don't think you're a bitch... you've been very accommodating to me,"

"And it's been my pleasure helping you settle in," Michelle flashed him a winning smile.

Jess turned to him, "I like this one, David. Look after her," before turning back to Michelle, "I've worked in big offices myself--they can be brutal. You have to stand up for yourself, push back if you have to. David'll have your back though, won't you, darling?" she asked him before returning to Michelle,

"He's a good egg despite current appearances... " he heard the warning, " And he'll keep an eye out for you--won't you, darling?"

"I'm never afraid to push back!" Michelle grinned, "it's probably the main reason why I am where I am."

David could only nod, dumbfounded before spluttering, "Erm... well... I'm not sure what I can do, but yeah... I'll help if I can..."

Michelle nodded solemnly, "Thank you guys, I appreciate it, I really do," before addressing Jess directly, "We all need a good egg to rely on, don't we?"

Jess turned to David, "You were telling me you wanted someone to mentor, she seems perfect... "

"I don't know--that's up to Michelle and she seems pretty wedded to HR. Forgive me if I'm wrong...?" he asked.

"I can take or leave it." she giggled.

Jess laughed lightly, "Well if you need help with anything, someone to bounce ideas off, his door is always open--isn't it, darling? Just be warned he loves a bit of back and forth so prepare to be challenged!"

David ground the lace knot into himself as he tried to stop his face burning up.

Michelle smiled sweetly at Jess.

"It's always good to have a bolt hole in a crisis so thank you. And don't worry about a bit of back and forth--I enjoy being challenged. I always say 'You have to stretch yourself to know what you are capable of'"

They continued making small talk around the kitchen table while David internally begged for the floor, anything, to swallow him up.

He realised his gaze had drifted to Michelle's lips and the knot was tightening.

***

Heading up the stairs past holiday photos from Tenerife last year and Kos the year before that, David followed Michelle's arse dutifully, enjoying how it looked in a simple pair of leggings. He could just make out the pink tie on her right thigh but she looked to be otherwise naked underneath them.

"You have a nice home, David," she called back to him, "Jess seems nice..."

"She is... and thank you."

David felt the weight of his arousal, held in place by the waistband of his shorts and partly hidden by the hoody. Jess hadn't spotted, she'd been too busy getting the hoover out as they'd left the kitchen but Michelle had seen. She always saw.

Reaching his office, Michelle turned to him "Want to give me the tour?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah... er... this is my office. Desk--"

"That you'll bend me over soon."

"Er..." he swallowed, "desk over there, guest bed--"

"That you'll fuck me in"

"And... er... en suite--"

"Does it have a shower? I can't wait for you to fuck me in the shower."

"Er... yeah it does. En suite over there."

The door swung shut behind them, sealing them away from the rest of the house. Michelle turned to face him as the noise of the hoover reached them from downstairs.

"I like it her--"

He didn't give her chance to finish

Lips crashing together, hands dragging the jumper up and over her head, pulling her leggings down leaving her naked except for the tie, kicking off his shorts. He moved with an urgency she'd not seen before, leading her to the bed and pushing her down, dropping before her. He spread her legs, tongue straight to her, finding her wet already, flicking at her swollen nub, opening her for him. She barely noticed he'd moved before his tip pushed against her folds, insistent, urgent, before sliding into her, almost slowly, lace scraping her as she took him fully.

David looked down on her, impaled on him, barely processing how fast he'd moved, his thumb stroked and circled one nipple, hardening it instantly.

"I don't think you're a bitch," he murmured

"I can't take or leave you," she answered, voice soft, small.

They kissed deeply as David began to drive into her rhythmically, hungrily. Michelle felt the need in him, held him to her, his tongue teasing at her nipples, teeth nibbling, kissing, sucking, as his cock slid in and out, veins dragging pleasure through her. Her fingers found their join, dragging her blue lace, scraping it across herself, circling it on her clit, losing herself as she came around him with a low moan. She felt him swelling inside her, stretching her further, slowing then fast as he filled her, warmth spreading from his release deep inside.

She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers...eyes meeting, panting, breathing each other's air, house silent around them.

"I can't just take or leave you," she whispered, feeling vulnerable, small.

What the fuck is happening to me?she thought.

"I lo... I," his voice caught in his throat.

"I know you're not a bitch," David whispered back.

I need to be that man.

For her.

Fuck.

***

Jess could hear the shower running as she climbed the stairs to the attic office clutching a tray of tea and biscuits.

What the hell are they up to?, she thought, dreading what she'd find behind the door.

David was sitting, working quietly at his desk, phone in its usual spot in the wireless charging cradle she'd bought him last Christmas.

"Everything ok, Dave?" she asked.

"What? Yeah of course... why?" David seemed distracted.

"The shower?" she prodded.

"Oh... er... yeah. Er... Michelle was telling me hers is broken so I offered... you know... I never thought she'd take me up on it." His eyes kept flicking back to his phone.

"Is everything ok with you? You seem distracted?"

"Oh...er...yeah," he shifted uncomfortably, grinding the lace along his hard length, hidden by his desk, "Expecting a... an urgent call from the CEO on pricing strategy."

On the phone screen, he watched as Michelle pulled her nipple from her mouth, tongue swirling round the hard, pink bud, FaceTime call muted.

Jess set the tray down on the chest of drawers next to the bathroom door.

"I've brought you both some tea and biscuits--thought you might be ready for a brew." she paused. "Did you offer her a towel?"

"Pardon? Oh... er... no. I thought there were some in there", he replied, watching Michelle push his shower gel bottle into her soapy pussy. His cock throbbed.

"Okay--I'll go grab her one. This job's testing you, isn't it? I haven't seen you this nervous since our wedding!" she said heading for the door.

On the screen, Michelle came silently, hips bucking on the bottle, shower head directed onto her clit. David's cock was pushed hard against the underside of his desk, precum leaking into his football shorts.

David was still watching Michelle showering--she was soaping her tits and presenting them to the phone, teasing her nipples before rubbing her tits on the steamy glass of the shower screen. Pulling his waistband down, he started to stroke himself, enjoying the show she was putting on for him.

He heard the door just before Jess entered with a guest towel, heading directly to the bathroom door, the thin wood all that separated Jess from Michelle--currently two fingers curled deep inside herself, soapy tits jiggling as another orgasm shuddered through her.

Michelle heard the knock and Jess's voice called in.

"Sorry! Sorry! David said he hadn't given you a towel--got one here for you, freshly laundered."

"That's so nice of you--out in a minute," Michelle called over the running water, trying to hide the panic in her voice. She could see her pile of clothes in the corner, David's pink tie clearly visible.

Don't look, don't look, don't fucking look, don't see the tie. You can't. I need this. I need his...I need him.

Jess, shielding her eyes for decency, popped the towel on the heated rail and scurried out.

Michelle let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd held.

I need him?

Fuck.

***

David and Jess were sitting down for lunch when Michelle came down to join them.

"Thank you both so much for your hospitality today. Honestly, you've no idea how much it means to me. My flat's in a terrible part of town and we've not had hot water for weeks. I shouldn't have asked but thank you--thank you." Michelle babbled.

"Nonsense, dear--it's nothing and you look better for it. You're almost glowing!"

"Oh... er... yeah I like it hot, I haven't cooled down yet."

Get it together, Michelle. What's wrong with you?

David smiled at her, endearingly, "Sorry for forgetting a towel."

Don't smile at me like that, you prick. Please smile at me like that. Please.

Fuck.

Michelle was lost in her thoughts as Jess chatted to David, catching only snippets from her;

"... nice to have another woman around the house... the rooms empty... just move your desk... could babysit for us...

David looks terrified. Why is he scared? What? Oh fuck.

***

Jess gave David a proprietary peck on the cheek, announcing she was going to do the food shopping, telling David and Michelle to thrash out the details, and picked up the car keys to leave.

They stared at each other.

The car engine started, chugged a couple of times, and faded into the distance. They spoke over each other.

"You can't li--"

"There's no way--"

Both stopped. Paused and David went first, "You can't live here, you just can't. Fuck"

"Why can't I--can't keep your hands off the lodger is it, you old pervert?"

"Michelle, plea--"

"I don't want to live here, I don't want this life, I just want your fat cock. The rest of it, I can take or leave it."

David recoiled as if slapped,"Good then, that's settled. I'll let Jess know when she's home."

"You do that" she stuck her tongue out at him, folding her arms across her chest.

What's got into her?, he wondered.

"Michelle, I... I'd like you to live here but... I..." he trailed off.

"Yeah. I know. I'll see you at work." she stomped out, slamming his front door behind her.

I don't want to live there. I don't want to live there. With him. I don't. I don't.

I don't.

***

David was sitting at the table, staring into his near empty mug, feeling near empty inside when he heard the knock at the front door.

He trudged towards it, mind elsewhere and was surprised when Michelle pushed past him as he opened it.

"Forgot my keys," she offered sullenly as she headed towards the kitchen.

"Michelle, wait. I can explain--"

Turning in the hallway, she exploded at him.

"Explain? You can explain? Oh this will be good. The Head of Lending will explain to me why I'm angry."

He stared at her.

"Go on then, David. This better be good. Explain to me why I'm angry?" she snapped at him.

"Michelle... I... you know you can't live here. You--"

"Me? You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself. I'm perfectly fine. Take it or leave it, remember? Yeah, you've got a nice dick, David--well done," dripping with sarcasm "--but you can't expect me to want to live here? Under your roof? Sleeping metres from you?"

"Michelle, I--"

"STOP SAYING MY FUCKING NAME!"

"I--"

"I don't want it. I don't want it. I don't want you. Please, I don't. I can't want you. I can't." voice shrinking with every word, last barely a whisper.

David went to her, arms opening to hold her,

"Michelle, I--"

"Stop saying my fucking name, David. Just..."

She fell onto him, holding him, pinning his arms, crushing herself against him.

"I can't need you."

David freed his arms, pulling her into a bear hug, bending down to kiss the top of her head, smelling his shampoo. Her face turned up to him, brown eyes meeting his blue, pleading with him and he bent down to kiss her lips this time.

Michelle grabbed his hair, dragging him down to her, "Need..." she growled, kissing him hard, hand finding the waistband of his shorts, pulling him free, wanking him, hard, fast, no tenderness, pure need.

Push him onto the stairs, get my mouth on him,I'm gagging in the rush to swallow him, wank him into my mouth.

Need.

Suck his balls, take one in my mouth. Next one. I can taste myself. Please him.

Mine.

Work his shaft, both hands, he's dragging my jumper off, spit on his cock, squeeze my tits around it, wanking him, please him, I need him.

He's pulling my leggings down, his fingers are spreading me again, get his tip in my mouth, he's spinning me, his tongue invading me, flicking my clit, throat taking him, scratching his balls, choking, my eyes are watering.

Need him.

Up for air, breathe, drag his hoody off, chest to chest, skin to skin, my nipples in his mouth, oh god he's in me. I can feel him in me. I love it. I love it. I love him.

Please him.

Riding him frantically, my tits bouncing, slapping his face, I'm kissing him, can feel his veins throbbing, god I love this cock in me. His thumbs on my clit, pressing circling, he's fucking me deep, so full, so fucking full, I'm coming, I'm coming I'm...OH GOD YES.

Keep riding, please him, make him come, circle hips, squeeze his cock, ride him, harder, thighs burning, harder. He's swelling, take him, drink him. Get him back in my mouth. He's cumming. Swallow him. I love the taste of us, drink it down. Good girl. Please him.

I love his cock.

I love him.

Fuck.