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I woke up on Saturday morning with the indelible image of Lee Riley pushing his cock into my wife playing over and over again in my mind. Hearing her asking for it, enjoying it, moaning with pleasure as his pelvis smacked against her. I rubbed my eyes hoping to shake it from my mind with no success. What the fuck was I going to do?

But within a minute it dawned on me that I wasn't in my bed. I turned over and was staring at Abi Pemberton's back. My customer service superstar was snoring gently, still wearing the pink babydoll nightdress, the straps loosely down her shoulders. Now I remembered. I lifted the duvet a little and looked down to see her matching g string still there, pulled halfway down her plump bum. Fuck.

It had come out of nowhere, but last night's disastrous party had led to one of the better nights of sex I'd ever had. After fucking on the sofa she'd changed into the nightdress and led me to the bedroom and we'd carried on pleasuring each other for another couple of hours. She'd sucked my cock, which became a very sloppy 69, tittyfucked me and I'd given her a seriously good seeing-to in doggy befor cumming all over her pretty, smiling face. To say she was an enthusiastic lover would be an understatement. I'd lost count of how many times I'd brought her to orgasm. She seemed to be one of thise girls who was constantly seconds away from cumming.

The thought of it was getting me hard again, and I snuggled up tight, spooning her, my right arm wrapping round her across her traffic-stopping tits. She, and the room as a whole, smelled of last night's sex.

Before I knew it, Abi's bum was moving a little, slowly rubbing against my cock which was getting harder by the second. My right hand started to massage her left breast, the nipple standing proud and responding to each tease of my fingers.

'Mmmm, that's a nice way to wake up,' she whispered.

'No shit,' I replied, nuzzling her neck as she reached between us to move my cock away from its happy place between the cheeks of her bum and sliding it between her thighs. She kept the movement going, with my cock now pressing against her pussy with just the inconsequential g string getting in the way.

'Abi, I just can't get enough of you. Every inch of you seems designed for my pleasure,' I whispered.

'Well what are you going to do about that, Mr Wicks?' She teased.

'This,' I replied, as I pulled her bum towards me, lifting her leg a little and slowly slid my cock into her already/still soaking pussy from behind.

'Ooohhh that's a good idea. Fuck yes!' She moaned as I started feeding the whole thing inside, removing it completely and then teasing her pussy with it before pushing it back in again.

'Fuuuck Harry, that feels so good,' she said.

I was still massaging her tit from behind through her nightie, and she pulled it down, letting her heavy breasts fall free. I teased her nipples, groped them, grabbed them and squeezed them. They felt so fucking good. It just pained me that I couldn't see or taste them from my current position.

The slow, sensual fuck from behind felt amazing but Abi knew full well what my favourite thing about her was. The next time my cock came out of her pussy she turned to face me, kissed me passionately and swung her leg over me to get on top. She didn't need to use her hand to guide me, she just slid back and my hard, wet dick was filling her up again.

She looked at me and smiled while she rode me slowly, her pussy gripping tight around my shaft as she dangled her huge jugs in my face. I licked and sucked them, making her nipples stand out so hard and she gasped with pleasure.

'Oh fuck Harry, I love you sucking my tits. I love how much you want them,' she said, as I brought my hands up and shook them in my face.

The only problem with this was that I couldn't fuck slowly anymore. It was as if those tits were the world's most powerful aphrodisiac, and I just had to fuck her senseless. My hands moved down to her waist, and I grabbed her and forced a quicker tempo. She wasn't in charge anymore and I was raising my hips to meet her downward thrusts, with the tip of my cock hitting her deeper.

'Oh fuck Abi you're fucking amazing. I love fucking you,' I muttered breathlessly as we fucked.

'Yes Mr Wicks, I can feel how much you want me. Oh shit that's good,' she said.

'I can't fuck you hard enough like this!' I said as I flipped her over onto her back, threw the duvet on the floor and got between her legs. She looked up at me, wide eyed, expectantly. I didn't hesitate, and slammed my rock hard cock deep inside her.

'OH MR WICKS! FUCK!' she shouted as I ploughed her. She wrapped the fingers of one hand round the headboard and grabbed and squeezed her huge left tit with the other as I fucked her. The headboard was slamming against the wall, only just louder than the sound of my pelvis smacking against her arse.

Her right breast was jiggling all over the place as she dug her fingernails into her left.

'OH FUCK ME FUCK ME MAKE ME CUUUUMM!' she screamed as I railed her. Suddenly she was struggling to grip me with her pussy, which was almost spasming as she reached her orgasm. I kept pounding her as she wailed and screamed. God knows what her neighbours must have thought. I could feel my balls tightening and knew I was close.

Looking down, my cock was absolutely coated in her juices as she panted and whimpered.

'I want your cum, give it to me... fill me with your cum... fuck me' she hissed as I unloaded with a roar. It felt amazing as I shot jet after jet of my hot spunk inside her for the first time.

Time stood still as we breathed heavy, slick with sweat. My hands dropped to her tits and I toyed with them as I leaned forward and kissed her. Then we giggled like teenagers because that's how we felt. Sex hadn't been this thrilling for me for decades.

Abi disappeared to the bathroom and my thoughts started to return to Sarah. I still had no idea what I was going to do about her. About us. About Lee fucking Riley. And it dawned on me I hadn't checked my phone since I switched it off last night when Sarah called me.

I switched it on and it lit up with dozens of messages from Sarah. She was making all the right noises and seemed as genuine as someone could on WhatsApp. She was sorry, devastated, ashamed, terrified - she just wanted to speak to me and wanted me to hold her etc. But I just didn't know what to say.

I could hear Abi was having a shower while I thought it over. It dawned on me that I'd be back at work in 48 hours with that fucking prick in the next door office, acting like the cat that got the cream. The thought of it made me feel nauseous and virtually homicidal. I'd keep out of his way, which shouldn't be too hard, and would just have to control the urge to tear his fucking face off.

When Abi emerged I'd come to a decision.

'I'm going to have to go home,' I told her, watching the joy in her eyes instantly diminish.

'But I want you here with me. Aren't you having fun?' she asked.

'Of course I am, and I don't want it to end. I have to go home because all I've got are the clothes I was wearing last night. And you tore one of the buttons off my shirt when you undressed me last night,' I said with a wink.

'My plan is to go home and get some clothes and other bits and pieces this afternoon. I don't think I'm ready to talk to Sarah yet, so I'll do it at 2 when she's usually at the gym. Then, if it's ok with you, I'll come back here?' I suggested.

She broke into the biggest smile. 'Oh yes, Harry, that's very much ok with me.'

We had coffee and brunch, cuddled and kissed a little and just enjoyed some time in our little lust bubble. Then 2pm came around, I kissed her goodbye and stepped out to get on the car. Naturally I had a parking ticket. I hadn't exactly planned to stay for 15 hours when I'd parked it last night. A small price to pay, in hindsight.

When I got home I was relieved to see Sarah's car not in the drive. I went in, grabbed a bag and filled it as quickly as possible, and grabbed my suit and shirt to wear to the office on Monday. I also picked up a nice bottle of white wine and a champagne from my collection - fuck it, I was going to enjoy my weekend.

I noticed that the kitchen was not as immaculate as Sarah usually kept it, and our duvet was on the couch with a box of tissues on the floor. It definitely looked like Sarah was suffering. Good, I thought, as I closed the door behind me and got into the car.

Abi was back to her bubbly, excitable self when I got back to her house. She was wearing a little white vest top with pink bra straps showing underneath, and little yellow shorts. Her blonde hair tied up in a loose bun completed the sex kitten look. We had a big cuddle and kiss when I got inside, and I instantly wanted her again, but we had business to take care of first.

I sat her down and we talked through where we'd go from here. I'd decided I needed to contact Sarah. I was going to message her to let her know I was fine, but not ready to talk to her yet. I knew she had a sales pitch in Southampton on Monday morning so I wouldn't see her in the office, but that I would come home to talk to her on Monday evening. I was going to stay in a hotel until then. I wasn't going to tell her about Abi.

'Are you sure about that? I mean, maybe letting her know that you've been fucking a horny 24 year old all weekend might let her know what she's losing,' Abi teased with a smirk.

'Well I don't doubt that it would hurt her, but I'm more worried about it getting around at work that we've been together. Both our jobs would be at risk if it got out,' I replied.

'I want to be completely honest. I'm absolutely besotted with you. You're completely intoxicating and now I've had a taste I just want you all the time,' I added, seeing her face light up in response. 'But we're going to have to be very careful now. We can't let anyone know. Believe me when I tell you that I don't want this to stop, but from Monday onwards things will probably need to be a little different.

'I understand,' Abi said with a sigh. 'Then we'll just have to make the most of this weekend.'

Abi fixed me with a a lustful gaze, sat up straighter with her chest pushing towards me, and peeled the thin straps of her vest top and bra down over her shoulders.

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The weekend seemed to pass by so quickly. We didn't fuck the whole time, although it was a significant feature of Saturday and Sunday. We talked, cuddled, ate takeout, showered together, watched movies. Smoked a little weed on Saturday, which I hadn't done for 5 years and spun me out for a bit. The champagne went down very well. Particularly when I poured some over Abi's delicious tits and pussy and licked her clean.

Sarah had replied to my text to say she desperately wanted to see me, but understood I needed time. She sent me goodnight texts, telling me she loved and missed me, but otherwise it was radio silence.

Monday morning arrived and I kissed Abi goodbye and drove to the office - arriving together would not have looked good. The day was largely uneventful which really just made the time drag. Abi played it cool when I went to see the customer service team. Angela and Priya asked where we'd got to on Friday night, but hearing that Sarah was unwell and I'd given Abi a lift home covered that. It wasn't a lie anyway, technically.

My nondescript day was punctured briefly when I ran into Lee. He had the nerve to ask how I'd enjoyed the party on Friday. I mumbled something in response and made the mistake of asking him the same. 'Oh I thought it was brilliant. I had a wonderful time. Haven't had that much fun at a Christmas party in years,' he replied, with that smug, knowing look on his punchable face.

While I didn't know what would happen with me and Sarah, or Abi for that matter, I did know one thing. I was going to take care of Lee Riley. I didn't know how, yet, but it was going to happen.

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I got home and unlocked the door to see Sarah sitting at the table. She looked up with a guarded smile. 'Hey Harry, I'm so glad you're home. How are you?' she asked hopefully.

'Pfft, I don't know, Sarah. How are you?'

'I feel fucking awful Harry. So stupid, I just... I'm just so sorry, Harry. I know what I've done, and I hate myself for it. I don't... I just want to fix it,' she said, starting to sob.

I could see she was genuinely upset. And I could also see that she hadn't slept. She still looked good, because she always did, but there wasn't the normal sparkle in her eyes She had dressed for clients, so she was professional in a crisp blue satin blouse, black skirt, stockings and heels. But still sexy, because Sarah always was sexy. Her straight, chestnut hair was down, framing her face.

'I just don't know if this can be fixed, Sarah. Is it possible to get Lee fucking Riley to unfuck you behind my back?' I asked.

I could see my words hurting her, and she covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she cried.

'Such a horrible mistake. I'm so sorry, Harry. I... I don't know why I did it. I just... I'd do anything to change it, Harry, I swear. I just... I don't want to lose you, Harry. To lose us,' she went on.

She got up and walked towards me, reaching to hug me and wrapping her arms around me as she sobbed into my shoulder. I couldn't reciprocate, just lightly resting my hands on her waist.

In spite of what she'd done and how empty I felt, there was something about being in close contact with Sarah that I couldn't deny. She smelled incredible, and her body just fitted into me so well. Despite everything, I was getting horny with her up against me. But this wasn't a situation where a quick bit of makeup sex would fix things. Not even close. She felt me not hugging her back and slowly moved back to sit at the table.

'I don't know what I can do to fix things, Harry, but I would do anything,' she said.

I walked into the kitchen and got us both a glass of water, then came back to the table and sat opposite her. She looked great. As usual, her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to hint at the treats hidden beneath it, and her skirts were always fitted just right to accentuate her curvy hips and bum, and short enough to showcase her killer legs.

The image of Lee fucking her came to mind again as I looked at her, and I remembered how furious I felt and continued to feel. But also I couldn't deny how turned on I'd got.

'I think we need to start at the beginning,' I told her. 'Friday wasn't the first you fucked him, was it?'

She looked up at me, startled.

'Harry, I...'

'No, Sarah. I need to know. I need to know everything. Be honest with me,' I demanded.

'No it wasn't the first time,' she admitted.

How long has it been going on?'

'Two months,' she said. She couldn't look at me.

'How many times?'

'I... I don't know. Ten maybe.'

Fuck.

'Why?' I asked her.

'I... I don't know. Like I said, it was all a horrible accident. We were tired after a long day with the distributor's procurement team, then had dinner and wine... he was nice to me and... it just happened. And after that he sort of demanded and expected it, and I... I didn't stop it,' she confessed.

'No. That's not good enough. I thought I was clear. I want to know everything. What happened at dinner?'

'Jesus, Harry, do we have to...' she pleaded.

'Yes, Sarah, we do.' I confirmed.

She took a deep breath. 'The day had been really tough but we'd made some progress on the deal and we were both relieved and happy. We agreed to have dinner in the hotel restaurant, and the lights were low. We had wine and it was one of those evenings where the wine just slips down so easily,' she started.

'Go on,' I said.

'Lee was being charming, not really flirty, just complimentary, and it felt nice to be noticed a bit. He... he told me that he felt proud to be with me. In front of the client. And he knew I'd charmed them. Who wouldn't be charmed by me, he said. And then he was looking at me, quite intensely, and it looked like he wanted me,' she admitted.

'I had no intentions of doing anything, believe me, Harry. God, it was so stupid,' she said.

'And then what?' I asked.

'Well, we finished dinner and I was definitely a little tipsy as we left the restaurant. We headed back towards our rooms and my neck was a little stiff and he noticed it. He asked if I wanted a massage. I told him that I was just going to have a bath, but he insisted so we went to my room. I sat on a chair and he... he asked me to unbutton my blouse a little and he started to rub my shoulders,'

'Show me how low you unbuttoned,' I commanded.

Sarah looked at me for a moment. I didn't give anything away, but I couldn't deny I was getting that odd mix of angry and horny again.

She didn't look away as, with shaking fingers, she undid one more button on her blouse. Then without blinking she undid one more. Her blouse was open to a touch above her belly button. Her bra and cleavage were fully on display with her blouse just about covering her nipples.

'That looks a lot like an invitation to me,' I said. 'You wanted more than a massage.'

'Not at first, Harry, really I didn't. I think I wanted to tease him with what he could never have. But as his fingers started caressing my shoulders and neck, I... it was hard to stop him, then,' she confessed.

'Go on' I said, getting up from my seat and walking behind her. I started stroking my cock through my trousers.

'His hands started to get lower, and I felt his fingers at the top of my breasts at the edge of my bra. I leaned my head back a little and then... then he kissed me by my left ear,' she admitted softly. 'I should have stopped him right then. But it felt nice. Him touching me.'

I briefly rested my hands gently on her shoulders and she shivered a little at the touch, and reached her hand up to rest on mine.

I took my hands from her shoulders, moved them down to the buttoned up part of her blouse, still tucked into her skirt. I pulled it apart hard, tearing some of the fabric and sending a button flying. She gasped in surprise and tried to look round at me, but I stayed behind her, looking down at her in her lacy black bra, supporting her juicy C-cup tits. The remains of her blouse still hung over her shoulders. Her chest was rising and falling with her now heavier breathing.

'I bet he wanted to do that. Did he?' I asked.

'Um, no. He... he kept moving his hands lower, and he was gently touching my breasts through the bra.'

'You didn't tell him to stop?'

'No, I... I didn't want him to stop,' she admitted. I could see her squeezing her thighs together. I knew she was getting turned on now. I reached down and felt her breasts. I squeezed them roughly and felt her nipples poking through the bra and watched her hand snake down between her legs.

'How did he feel your tits? Like this? Or gentler?'

'He was gentle at first, but then... then I turned my head round and kissed him and he... then he started to really feel them,' she said, as she started to lift her skirt up a little.

I took my hands away from her breasts. Not because I wanted to, but because my cock was so hard I had to take it out. Sarah moved her left hand up and pinched her nipple through her bra and moaned slightly. I was stroking my cock behind Sarah now, slowly so she wouldn't hear.

'And then?'

'Then... then I stood up and... and I kissed him and his hands went straight to my bum and... then Lee...'

'Don't say his fucking name!'

'I'm sorry, sorry Harry... then he found the zip of my skirt and he pulled it down and I... I unbuckled his belt and started to... started to feel hi... to feel... him through his trousers,' she said, her hand was now moving faster between her legs.

'Was he hard for you?'

'Very hard. And then it happened very quickly, and his hand was on my pussy I had his cock out, and...'