Hanover Publishing

As I reflected back on nearly 20 years with Hanover Publishing, things had generally gone about as well as I could have hoped. After starting with the company in the warehouse, packing books for despatch, I'd developed through various leadership roles and was now well established as Operations Director, reporting directly to the CEO and founder, Robert Hancock. We got on pretty well. He listened to me, valued my input and trusted my judgement and gave me a lot of autonomy. we werent friends but there was mutual respect and i felt secure and successful. Realistically I couldn't ask for much more from him, and was fairly paid.

However I certainly had regrets. Two, in particular. I should have pushed Robert harder to approve me firing Lee Riley when I had the chance. He was part of the sales team that I led 7 years ago. His numbers were always good, but I'd had a couple of complaints from key accounts that they weren't happy with how pushy he'd been. He was also unpopular in the team, with some of his colleagues reporting that they felt he was trying to poach their customers. I'd always promoted an ethical approach, and 'doing things the right way' was important to me. Lee didn't fit with that. I had him on a disciplinary but we didn't see it through to termination.

Robert seemed to quite like Lee's risk-taking, aggressive approach, so he was hesitant about letting him go. The end result was that Lee's career developed and he was now Sales Director. We are peers, but I still don't trust him. He has no love for me either, still holding a grudge about the disciplinary. Lee has that arrogance and confidence that most salespeople seem to have, bordering on being smug, but was charming and smooth-talking when he wanted to be. In his early 30's, handsome and sharp-dressing. Yeah ok, maybe I was a bit jealous of him now that I was 42 and decidedly less dynamic.

My second big regret was facilitating my wife joining the company. Six months ago we'd needed a new senior sales executive and Sarah was between jobs having been made redundant after 10 years with her employer. She's a great salesperson, needed a job, and it felt like a fit. I'd wrestled with it, but ultimately suggested her as a possible candidate based on experience. She got the job.

Sarah and I have been together 5 years and married for 3. As we worked in the same industry I'd known of her for quite some time, and would occasionally run into her at trade events. I'd always thought she was a knockout. 5 foot 8, elegant, gently curvy with long light brown hair and blue eyes. Beautiful, classy, and with a sexy edge to an otherwise professional vibe. Initially I couldn't believe she was interested in me. Not that I'm unattractive - at 6 foot 2 and in decent shape I'd never struggled too much for female attention, but she was clearly a 9, while I'm more of a 7.

In some ways it's a good thing that she joined the business. She's doing well, I look good for having brought her in, and she's happy. However for the last couple of months she's been working very closely with Lee as her boss on a big deal with a key distributor. It's meant she's worked later, and been away for client presentations a few times. In recent weeks she's defended him to me, saying he's good to work with, and that he's spoken positively about me far more than negatively. I trust Sarah, and the relationship is good. Our sex life is still good, although a little slower than when we first got together, but isn't everyone's? We still get each other off. But with all the work on this sales deal it's been a bit harder to get time together. The deal's now in the final stages, so I'm not worried we'll get back to normal soon.

One of the things I'd started to dread were the quarterly reviews where senior leadership presented to Robert on the results of their areas. They'd become a platform for Lee to grandstand on how great the Sales Department were. Today was December 1st and the day of the year end review. Lee went first and spent 10 minutes taking us through the record sales figures delivered by his team. More books in more locations than ever before. He finished by announcing that the large deal with the distributor had now been signed, leading to applause from around the table.

'And can I just call out the phenomenal contribution made by Sarah Wicks on the deal,' said Lee. 'She's worked so hard on this and her professionalism, dedication and commitment to doing everything necessary to get the deal over the line has really been the key factor. I want to thank Harry for helping to bring her in to us.'

There was something in his smile and the way he looked at me that I didn't like. I nodded and kept my thoughts to myself.

Finance went next, and talked about record revenues but decreasing margins.

'Can I just ask about that?' I interrupted. 'What's causing that decrease in profit? Is it something to do with the deals we're signing? I'm conscious that the new deal today is likely on a lower margin than what we've done previously. Is that a cause for concern?'

'I think it's more about the amount of returns your customer service team are allowing, to be honest, Harry,' replied Lee.

'We're just honouring the terms in your deals, Lee.' I said calmly.

'I do have some concerns about that,' said Robert. 'I know you're proud of that team you've built, Harry, but perhaps we need to be more robust about rejecting returns. We might need to look at some efficiencies in that area, and Lee and I have some thoughts on it. Of course we'd welcome your input too, Harry.'

Lee smiled.

Of course you'd want my input, it's my fucking team.

I'd done some recruitment this year, and Angela who'd been there forever had been joined by Priya and Abi. Priya had joined first, and had immediately been an asset. Hard-working, efficient and not to be messed with, she had immediately impressed me and Angela. Abi was a little slower to settle. There was a lack of confidence there, and her bubbly personality didn't come out for a couple of months. However, half a year later she'd settled and the team had gelled beautifully. her best asset was her ability to win customers like her. she could just win them over with her warmth and kindness, and i got lots of positive feedback about the whole team, but Abi in particular. Theirs was a tough job but they found a way to enjoy their work. We definitely couldn't spare any of them so I had no idea what efficiencies Lee and Robert had in mind.

But that was for another day. The meeting was wrapping up and Robert was happy about the direction of travel.

'I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone for the Christmas Party later,' said Robert. 'I know there was some disappointment about having it here in the office, but we've put the money we would have spent on venue hire into the booze budget instead, so I'm sure people won't mind! Thanks gentlemen,' said Robert as we filed out, with Lee hanging back for a handshake from Robert regarding the deal.

Leaving Robert's boardroom, I passed Lee's office on my left before getting to mine and sinking into my chair. The other directors returned to theirs further down the corridor, at the end of which were the big, black double doors opening into the large open-plan space, dotted with communal tables designed for group meetings. This was being cleared for this evenings party. A DJ was coming in for it, and the atmosphere around the office in general was buzzing - everywhere except my office.

Sarah and I arrived at the party just after 7.30 to find virtually all of the 150 employees were already there and getting stuck into the free booze at the back of the room. Robert and his wife Jane greeted us warmly and congratulatd Sarah on the deal. As always she was demure, but charming and exactly the right amount of flirty. Honestly she was such a pro at this stuff. And she looked immaculate, wearing a sparkly black dress hung off her shoulders, draping just enough to show a hint of cleavage without being over the top. The dress was split up one leg, and she had black stockings and heels on. Sparkly silver earrings completed the look. I couldn't have been prouder.

She was at my side all evening, enjoying the white wine while I stuck to the soft drinks as the designated driver. She charmed everyone we talked to all evening, but all I could really think about was getting her home and peeling the dress off to see what she looked like in the lingerie she'd told me she'd be wearing for me. I told her as much and felt her squeeze my hand tighter. She gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek and then moved to my ear, breathing a gentle 'mmmm' and nibbling my earlobe.

Then the moment was punctured by a scream of 'HAAAAARRRRYYYYYY!' as Abi launched herself at me with a huge hug, flanked by Priya and Angela. The 3 of them had clearly made the effort for the evening. Although she was now the wrong side of 50, Angela had maintained a good figure and tonight she'd relaxed her prim and proper style to wear a clingy red maxi dress. Hair up, cleavage up, heels on - she looked great. Priya had gone for a dazzling bright blue dress that showcased her slender frame, topped off with bright red lipstick. Glam and gorgeous. But Abi was the big surprise. The cute, pretty, shy girl was transformed into a bombshell. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white dress with a halter neck, that clung all the way down finishing with a side split up to the knee and pink heels. The hug had been quite something. Her huge, soft tits had squished against me. She didn't accentuate them at work but tonight the girls were here to party.

The 5 of us chatted happily for a bit - mainly the girls telling Sarah what an amazing boss I was and how lucky she is to have me. But that wasn't what Abi was here for.

'Anyway, enough of all that. We're here to get Harry on the dance floor! Angela says he's got some moves and I want to see them!' she demanded.

'Oh I couldn't possibly deprive you of that sight, Abi,' smiled Sarah. 'Go on Harry, strut your stuff and I'll see you in a bit.'

'You're not joining us?' I asked her.

'In these heels? No chance,' she winked.

With that, Abi and Priya dragged me to the dance floor. Now I might feel on the old side from time to time, but I do like a dance. I've always been a good mover, and Sarah told me that seeing me on the dance floor at an industry awards do was one of the things that attracted her to me. We'd danced a lot that night, including horizontally back in my hotel room.

Fate was smiling on me as the DJ hit us with Groove is in the Heart as soon as we got to the dancefloor. I was in my element and the girls were loving it. As I danced I looked over the tops of people's heads for Sarah, who was smiling back at me. Then I saw Lee slowly approach her from the shadows and greet her with a peck on the cheek. But I saw no more as the girls spun me around, grinding on me a little, and making me spin them.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered and I Feel Love followed, and the 3 of us (Angela was taking a break) were having a great time. When I eventually looked back for Sarah she wasn't there. At the end of the song I apologised to the girls and headed back over towards the bar to find Sarah.

After a few minutes of searching she was nowhere to be seen. As I looked around I noticed that the double doors leading to the executive offices were ajar, so I decided to check if she'd gone to my office for something. The corridor was dark, but there was a light on towards the end. It looked like Lee's office.

I slowly and quietly made my way towards it, and I could faintly hear voices as I got closer. As I got to my darkened office I started to get a glimpse inside Lee's.

The first thing I saw was Lee's back. Then I noticed a pair of black high heeled shoes, and black stockinged ankles either side of his hips. My heart nearly stopped as I silently moved closer and saw more.

Lee's back was to me and he was standing in front of his desk. My wife Sarah was sitting back on the desk, legs spread, stroking Lee's hard cock while his hand was rubbing her pussy through her lacy black g-string. As I watched, he bent down to kiss her and she responded enthusiastically. His free hand reached forward and slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and then started squeezing her right breast through her bra.

I couldn't breathe. My legs felt weak. But I couldn't tear myself away.

'We've got to be quick. Harry's probably looking for me right now. Please give me that big cock,' said Sarah with a smile.

Without hesitation Lee pushed forward with a grunt and Sarah gasped. 'Oh fuck yes, you feel so fucking good inside me,' she sighed as Lee started rhythmically pounding my beautiful wife's pussy.

It was a harrowing but odd sensation as I watched Sarah loving being fucked by the one person I hated most in the world. It struck me this was not their first time. The deceit of it was eating away at me and I felt such fury, both at them but also at myself for having enabled this to happen.

As she yanked her bra down and he greedily sucked her nipples while he ploughed her, she was moaning and groaning as she approached climax. But I was paralysed. I thought about barging in and punching him, but I just couldn't. And despite the pain, I had to admit that I was also feeling pretty horny.

Eventually something clicked in my brain and I came to my senses. I couldnt watch any more. I slowly and quietly turned and made my way back down the corridor to the sounds of Sarah, wailing in ecstasy, and Lee's final grunt of pleasure as he came. I passed through the double doors and back to the party.

I didn't feel like dancing. I was too much in shock to cry. I really felt like drinking but the car keys in my pocket reminded me I couldn't.

As I stood, numb, near the bar, Abi appeared. She was just as bright and bubbly as before and bounded over asking me back on to the dance floor.

'Um, no thanks Abi, I'm feeling a bit tired to be honest,'

'That's ok, I'm sure they'll play a slow one soon?'

'Ah, I probably shouldn't smooch with the staff,' I laughed, meekly.

'Oh, ok, well how about you have a drink with me then?'

I showed her my car keys and shook my head. 'I'm sorry Abi, I think I'm all partied out for tonight to be honest. I'll probably head home fairly soon,'

'Oh that's a shame, although to be honest I'm probably about done too. Are you going back by Epsom at all? Any chance of a lift?' She asked. I was just about to answer when Sarah appeared at my side.

'Oh, there you are. I was looking for you,' I said, forcing a smile.

'Yeah, sorry,' said Sarah. 'I'm suddenly not feeling so well. Too much wine, probably. Do you mind if we leave soon? I think I need to have a shower and go to bed.'

'Oh, sure,' I said. 'Abi was just asking if we could give her a lift home to Epsom - are you ok if we drop her on the way?'

'Um, yeah, sure, whatever. But would you mind dropping me at home first? I just really want to get home and lie down.'

I couldn't bring myself to put my arm around Sarah to comfort her, but I offered the merest sympathy and let Abi know to get her coat.

The 20 minute drive to my house was silent. Sarah just stared straight ahead. I didn't ask if she was ok. I didn't know what to say. Abi sat quietly in the back, occasionally thanking me for the drive, and then saying what a lovely house we had as I pulled into the drive.

Sarah smiled and thanked her, before unbuckling her seat belt, giving me a peck on the cheek and then unsteadily getting out of the car and walking up the driveway, checking her phone and disappearing into the house.

Abi climbed into the front passenger side and told me where we were heading. She chatted a little on the journey but I couldn't really muster a response. I was on auto pilot, still processing what I'd seen and heard, and what I might do about it.

'Ok, my place is just here,' said Abi, snapping me out of my thoughts. I pulled over and she thanked me as she undid her seat belt.

'Uh, sure, Abi, no problem,' I muttered

Then Abi stopped and turned to look at me.

'Ok, what the fuck is going on? An hour ago you were the life and soul and now you look like your dog's died. Are you ok?' She asked.

'Um, I don't think I am, no,' was all I could say.

'Right. Come inside, now. I'll grab you a whisky. Or a hot chocolate or something.'

She undid my seatbelt, turned my face to look at her and gave me a smile. I tried to smile back, but didn't have it in me.

'Jesus. Let's get inside and talk.'

Abi's ground floor flat was modest, but homely. Comfortable. Open plan living-dining room dominated by a big L- shaped sofa. She plonked me down on it before heading to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.

'I've never seen you like this, and I don't like it at all. Something's happened. I know it. Spill!' She commanded.

I exhaled deeply. 'I saw Lee Riley fucking Sarah in his office. They slipped in there while we were dancing. They've been having an affair and that's how I found out.'

Abi's face dropped, and she sat down beside me, first squeezing my arm and then pulling me in for a big hug. She didn't say anything, just held me. We didn't move for a good 5 minutes, and honestly I think that was exactly what I needed. Eventually she eased back, still not saying anything, and just held my hand.

'Listen, I don't know what I can say here. That's just...' she paused. 'If you don't fancy going back there you're welcome here. The sofa is comfy if you just want to sleep here tonight.'

'Um, thanks. I should probably go home but I'm not quite ready,' I replied.

Abi came in for another hug, leaning into me. I could feel the warmth and softness of her body against mine and it was comforting.

'You're too good for her,' she whispered, and kissed my cheek. Then kissed it again. Then her hand touched my other cheek and turned me to look at her. Then she closed her eyes, leaned forward and kissed my lips.

I pulled back slightly in surprise. Her lips felt so soft but full, and I knew that was a kiss that meant something. I looked at her as she gazed back. The kiss had been an invitation.

I leaned towards her and returned the kiss. Softly. Then another. And then the kisses weren't so soft anymore.

Within seconds we were snogging urgently and hungrily, my hands at her waist pulling her towards me as she started pulling my jacket off my shoulders, holding my face with her hands as the tension between us exploded into passion. She eased her skirt up past her knees so she could swing a leg across and straddled me, kissing me hungrily as her chest pressed hard against me.

I reached down and grabbed her bum with both hands, digging my fingers into the round cushions of her cheeks and grabbing on for dear life as she bit gently on my tongue and moaned.

'Oh fuck, I want you so much,' she whispered in my ear as she started unbuttoning my shirt, her fingernails scratching at my chest.

Then she shifted back slightly and looked me in the eyes, as she reached up behind her neck and untied the knot holding the top of her dress in place. I watched as the tension was released, her tits no longer held in place, and she let go of the fabric and the most spectacular breasts I would ever see came into view.

She smiled as she watched my eyes go large, transfixed by the big, round, creamy white tits in front of me. Her pale pink areola were large and perfectly round, and her nipples were slightly darker, big and hard.

I just stared. She tucked her arms in a little and gently squeezed her boobs together, gently shifting them side to side for my viewing pleasure.

'Now then, Mr Wicks,' she said softly. 'They aren't going to suck themselves.'

I leaned forward, averting my gaze for a second to see Abi smiling at me. She cupped her perfect right breast and presented it to me as I bent my head and dragged my tongue across the tip of her nipple. I felt her shiver, and then I kissed the inside of her tit, eliciting a quiet moan. Then I leaned in again and opened wide and she pushed her tit into my mouth. I sucked hungrily, squeezing it with my left hand as my right grabbed her arse again.