Hanover Publishing

The next few days were awkward and stressful. Of course Lee was still parading around the office like a fucking peacock, basking in the glory of his incredible new deal with the distributor, and trying to subtly refer to his victory in seducing my wife.

'There are some other deals in the pipeline I'd like to work closely with Sarah on - we just work sooo well together...'...'Don't worry, I'll fill her in on the details...'...'we'll probably have to work extra hours but I'll have her back with you soon...' That kind of thing. Always with that slimy, greasy smirk on his designer-stubbled face.

But he of course had no idea what I knew.

At home things clearly still weren't good. Sarah and I were a little awkward around each other most of the time. However we were working through it. One technique that had been bringing us closer was making her tell me the details of each of their illicit encounters. In detail. And yes, it usually culminated in a furious, angry fuck and Sarah staggering off to put her tattered clothes in the bin and taking a shower.

We'd never fucked like this. I mean, we'd had a lot of fun over the years, but the affair with Lee had unlocked something dominating in me that hadn't been there before.

Of course I knew that Abi had played a big part in that too. My sexual confidence had gone through the roof since the weekend we'd spent together. I hadn't had chance to rekindle that passion with her since, as I'd needed to focus on fixing things, if you could call it that, with Sarah. But I felt younger, had more energy, was more decisive and bold.

While the sex with Sarah had been frenzied and thrilling, I couldn't stop thinking about Abi. We played it cool at work but I still wanted her something chronic. I didn't really feel any guilt about our fling after what Sarah had done, and desperately hoped we'd connect again.

But the next order of business was destroying Lee fucking Riley.

*****************

About an hour after using Sarah's mouth and pussy for another vigorous fuck on Wednesday after work, I started to formulate a plan.

'Sarah, I need to see your messages with him,' I told her. 'I want to know how the two of you communicated.'

'Well that part's easy. There was never anything naughty on texts. It's just business chat,' she said.

'Never? Nothing?'

'Nope. I think he didn't want any evidence, and it was all sort of spur of the moment. Well, sort of. After a couple of weeks we knew that if we had meetings away from the office or hotel stays that something would probably happen.' Her voice trailed off, and I could see she was ashamed.

'So there's nothing he could point to if he wanted to show you were complicit in this?'

'No, it was all verbal, and in person. Why?' she asked.

'And you said that after the first couple of times he was kind of demanding and aggressive?'

'Not kind of, he was very much like that.'

'Ok, good to know,' I said, as the plan formed. 'I'm going to need you to just try and act normal around him for a bit. I mean, not spreading your legs for him normal, but otherwise keep your routine the same. Tell him you're starting to feel bad about me or something to put him off.' She still couldn't look at me when I referred to what she'd done, unless we were sat at the kitchen table using the stories as foreplay.

**************

One of the benefits of working in the business a while was that I knew a lot of our key clients and had good relationships with the majority. A few had voiced their concerns about Lee, asking for him to be replaced on their account, and a couple had mentioned that he'd upset members of staff. Over the next few days I contacted those clients and made some enquiries. It turned out Riley had been fraternising quite forcefully with a few women at those stores. There was one in particular who was very distressed by his attentions earlier in the year. She gave me the story and said she was happy for me to share it internally if it meant that the business would look into it, but didn't want it getting to the police.

Yeah, police. Stupid, arrogant, naughty Mr Riley.

But that wouldn't be enough. I wanted a smoking gun.

*****************

'So you were both out for the pitch today. Did our boy behave himself? I asked Sarah on Thursday evening.

'No, not really. He's still well behaved most of the time, but it's clear he's expecting me to cave and give myself up to him. He seems a little desperate,' Sarah replied with a smirk.

'Hmmm. Just out of curiosity, is there a particular outfit you wear that gets him going?'

Sarah looked at me with the shame and embarrassment that I would see on her face quite a lot at that time.

'Yes. He likes a white blouse, and a black bra underneath,' she admitted quietly.

I'd seen her wear that fairly frequently in recent weeks.

'You're prepping for the pitch to Sewells tomorrow, right? Can you wear that for it? Maybe push the prep meeting back until late in the afternoon when the leadership team and I are leaving for the day?'

'What are you suggesting?' Sarah asked, with a concerned look on her face.

'Well, if he feels like you're dressing for him, maybe he'll be extra pushy?'

'Please, I don't want to do anything with him again, please don't make me,' she pleaded.

'No, no. Not that.' It was strange. Hearing her tell me about what they did made me horny, but the thought of it happening again made both of us feel nauseous.

'I'd like you to record him. If we have evidence of him misusing his authority to take advantage of a subordinate, I think Robert might have to take action.'

Sarah smiled. 'Oh I like that,' she said.

'I have a couple of other things that can paint the broader picture, but that would seal things, I think.'

We talked more about how it would go, what to use and how, settling on surreptitious recording on her laptop and iPhone. Sarah would need to be careful, but she was confident she could pull it off.

The next morning Sarah looked smoking hot. Riley was a fucking cunt, but I had to admit I could see what he appreciated about that particular look. The white blouse with black bra was just the right side of slutty, her black skirt with a slit just above the knee would show the stockings and suspenders, and her black heels set it off. We weren't back to being lovey-dovey by any means but we did have a good snog before heading for work with my hands grabbing at her arse.

I was on edge for most of the day, but just before 5pm I watched her glide past my office to Lee's with her confident stride and I knew she'd get him at his worst. I shut down my laptop, grabbed my bag and coat, and headed home.

When Sarah came home, she walked in with a little smile, and said, 'Got him' as she unbuttoned her blouse, hitched her skirt up and straddled me on the sofa.

'Good girl,' I replied as I pushed my face into her chest.

***************

The following Monday, Sarah contacted Robert Hancock's Executive Assistant to schedule a short meeting with him and Janet from HR. By 11.30 Robert knocked on my door and asked me to join him in his office for a minute. He told me about Sarah's recording. I looked suitably horrified. But not surprised. I let him know I'd heard rumours of some other unacceptable behaviour and could try to get some detail, which Robert welcomed.

'We'll need to bring him in front of the full leadership team, with HR present, once we have everything together. Of course, we might need to play the recordings, so if you would find that uncomfortable we could do it without you if you'd prefer. You might not like what you hear, Harry,' said Robert.

I took a deep breath. 'No, it's fine. I should be there. And I'll try to control myself if you have to play it. I appreciate it though, Robert.'

'Good man. Harry. I don't think this will get tricky. It seems fairly open and shut. Shame. Hey ho.'

Sometimes I forgot how good Robert was. Despite being well into his 50s he was still sharp, had real integrity and led the business the right way. He didn't look or act his age at all, despite having more salt than pepper to his hair colour these days. I knew he'd always liked Lee, but it seemed like once Robert's lines were crossed he was happy to change his opinions.

******************

Things were quiet for the rest of that week, but then Robert scheduled a leadership meeting at 2.30 on the Monday before Christmas. We were all asked to get there 10 minutes early, apart from Lee. He arrived full of banter and probably a couple of lunchtime beers to find us all in place.

When Robert thanked him for coming and asked him to sit down the look on his face was priceless. He had no idea what he'd walked into. Robert outlined the complaint he'd received and Lee was incredulous.

'This is ridiculous. It's all a misunderstanding. It's bollocks.'

'I think perhaps we should listen to this recording. Please don't comment until it's finished,' said Robert.

Janet decided a disclaimer was needed. 'This doesn't make for pleasant listening, I'm afraid. If anyone would like me to stop it at any time just let me know.'

Then she started the recording.

S:...but the pricing needs to be adjusted to protect the margins. I'm sure they...

L: Seriously, Sarah? You're honestly expecting me to think about margins when you look like that?

S: Excuse me?

L: Fuck's sake Sarah, I'm going crazy here...just take my cock out

S: What? No! What are you talking about?

L: All I can think about is laying you on this table and pulling that skirt up. You're so fucking hot

S: Lee! No, I'm a married woman. This is not appropriate

L: Fuck appropriate I'm so horny just take it out for me

S: NO! LEE! Get your hands off me right now

L: I've been dreaming about your wet cun...

Janet stopped the recording. Everyone around the table looked shocked, apart from Robert and Janet who'd heard it before. I'd heard it too, but the whole performance would have fallen down if I didn't play my part - furious and upset was the look I went for.

Lee was just stunned. If you looked closely you might have been able to see the gears turn in his head as he tried to come up with a way out.

Robert broke the silence. 'Can you confirm that was your voice on the recording, Lee?'

'Yes, but...'

'And it doesn't appear to be an edited recording. Is that an accurate representation of what happened?' asked Janet.

'Well, yes...but...there's... there's context.' Lee was sweating. He was also very pale.

'Can you share that context with us, Mr Riley?' Janet was usually very professional and did things by the book. But she was clearly enjoying this.

'Well... look... um...' Lee looked me in the eyes for a fraction of a second before looking down to the table again. 'Sarah and I were... having an affair.'

'Are you suggesting that little interaction was consensual?' asked Robert. 'It didn't sound consensual.'

'It sounded a lot like a senior leader sexually harassing a direct report in the workplace,' said Janet.

'Look, I know what it sounded like, but... well, it wasn't the first time...'

'Excuse me for interrupting, Lee,' I'd been quiet so far but a window had opened up. 'Are you suggesting that the sexual harassment and intimidation of a subordinate - in this case, my wife - is ok, because you'd been doing it for a while? Is that your defence?' I spat, staring him down. He could smell what was in the air and didn't reply.

'Would you say that this was the first time you have been sexually inappropriate in a work capacity this year, Mr Riley?' asked Janet.

Lee looked up, but didn't answer.

Janet went on, 'Because we were contacted by a member of staff at Sloman's in Mayfair, who made some quite serious allegations about you. I won't mention her name but I assume you may know who we've heard from, Mr Riley?'

'No comment.'

'Are you aware of what the allegations might be?'

'No comment.'

Silence settled on the room. Lee looked like a ghost. He was completely broken.

'Is there anything you'd like to add at this point, Lee? asked Robert.

Lee shook his head.

'Ok, it's clear that we have a very serious situation which requires a meaningful response. However I do have a proposal for you, Lee,' said Robert. 'I'd like to suggest that you sign a letter of resignation, effective immediately, offering to forego your Christmas bonus.'

Lee looked up at Robert, feeling the hammer drop, and knew he had little alternative. He nodded.

'We've taken the liberty of drafting the letter for you,' said Janet, sliding it across the table to him along with a pen. 'Please take a moment to review it before you sign.'

Lee read the letter quickly, picked up the pen with a shaking hand and scrawled his signature.

'Thank you Lee. Janet would you please accompany Mr Riley to his office to collect his belongings and escort him to reception to hand in his pass and laptop,' said Robert.

'Thank you,' muttered Lee Riley as he rose unsteadily to his feet. He made an attempt to maintain his confident demeanour and stride from the office, but it was all facade. He looked smaller, and the designer stubble that used to make him look edgy and dangerous now made him haggard and scruffy. He was fucked and he knew it.

'Merry Christmas, Mr Riley,' I thought to myself.

The boardroom was silent as we watched Lee Riley walk past carrying his bits and pieces in a box, with Janet trailing behind him.

'Everything ok, Harry? asked Tom from Finance.

'I'll be fine, thanks Tom.'

I really would.

********************

Of course we now needed a new Sales Director, and Robert let me know he wanted to speak to Sarah about it. He wanted to move quickly and set up an interview on Wednesday afternoon.

As we were so close to Christmas there were a few team gatherings happening. It was just before 3 and I was about to head to the pub round the corner to meet the customer service and account management teams for drinks as I saw Sarah striding purposefully past my office to meet with Robert. She looked immaculate and gave me a little wink as I popped my head out the door to wish her luck.

I got to the pub and the guys were all in great spirits already. Angela was the first to spot me and immediately came over, Santa hat on her head and mistletoe in hand. She gave me a kiss to the amusement of everyone else before passing the branch to Priya for her turn. Both very nice, I must say. Priya leaned in a bit more than I would have expected and there was a bit of a 'wooooh!' from the rest of the team.

'Ok, ok, don't get me in trouble with HR!' I said, as she flashed me a cheeky smile. Priya liked to make her own clothes and had bought some Grinch printed fabric that she'd fashioned into a clingy dress. She looked pretty great, I thought.

But obviously there was only one person I wanted a kiss from, and Abi was nowhere to be seen. I went to the bar and ordered a round of shots for everyone, and then felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned and saw Abi close in front of me and felt my cock swell instantly.

She was dressed as a sort of Christmas elf with a twist. Heels, hooped stockings, and then a very short, green tunic dress that was indecently low cut across her chest. Her epic cleavage was on full view and, knowing I was in full view of my team, I made every effort to not just stare at it.

She had the mistletoe in her hand and held it above us and pulled me in for a huge kiss that brought a cheer from the team and an instant and powerful response from my body. It was like being hit with bolt of lightning. Abi turned to the crowd with a giggle, letting everyone know it was all a bit of fun. She stayed with me at the bar and I whispered, 'Fucking hell you're going to give me a heart attack in that outfit.'

'It's all for you,' she said, her fingernails scratching at my cock through my trousers. 'I've missed you.'

'Ditto.'

We all had a lot of fun in the pub that afternoon, but it was also total agony. Abi was in close proximity virtually the whole time and always found a spot next to me whenever I sat down. On a few occasions I felt her hand gripping my thigh under the table, and I'd reciprocate, stroking her as high up her thigh as I could. Her tits were so close and I just wanted to dive in. I just wanted her so much and I could tell she felt the same.

'Hey Harry, didn't you get the memo about wearing something festive this afternoon?' asked Priya. 'Everyone else is doing it. I think you might be in line for a forfeit! SHOTS!!'

'Thanks Priya! Totally my fault I forgot to put my lovely Christmas jumper on before I left the office. I'll get a round of shots in for everyone, then I'll head back to the office and grab it.'

I came back with the shots, grabbed my coat and walked out to the office. I'd gone about 10 yards when I heard a female voice say, 'Merry Christmas, Mr Wicks!'

I turned and saw Abi standing in the alley by the pub, holding the mistletoe over her head. I walked over and gave her a proper kiss this time. Lightning struck again.

'Fucking hell Abi, I'm tempted to fuck you here and now,' I told her, briefly taking my mouth off hers.

'Oh yeah? How would you do it, Mr Wicks? Mmmmm, push me up against the wall and slip that cock into me from behind? Aaahhh... Or hold me up with my legs... wrapped around you... and bounce me with my tits in your face?'

My hand was on her bum and I eased her dress up a touch to grip her fleshy cheeks, snaking a finger between her legs and feeling her damp, lacy g string nestled in her snatch.

'Fucking hell I need you, Harry. When will you make me yours again?' She pleaded, rubbing my cock through my trousers.

'As soon as I can, believe me. I'll find some time, I promise' I said, meaning every word. 'I wouldn't complain if you were wearing that outfit for it.'

'Hmmmm, you got it,' Abi smiled. I kissed her again, and left for the office, looking back to see her watching me, biting her bottom lip as she straightened her dress before going back inside.

As I walked through reception it was quiet. It was after 5 and the offices had cleared out. But as I got to the door to the executive corridor I heard Robert's EA, Lauren, call out to me.

'Hey Harry, do you need me to grab anything from your office?'

'Nah it's fine, I won't be a minute.'

I closed the door behind me and faintly heard her call out again. The corridor was dark apart from a light on at the far end. Sarah's interview with Robert was clearly still in progress. I moved as quietly as I could so as not to disturb them, slipped into my office and picked up my hideous Christmas jumper. I was just about to leave when I heard a noise.

It was a male voice, groaning. I stopped in my tracks and waited. I heard it again, clearer this time.

'Fuuuuck, Sarah.'

It was happening again. I knew it. I crept down the corridor until I had a clear view of Robert Hancock perched on the edge of his desk with his trousers undone. My wife was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his erect cock, slowly bobbing her head with movements I knew all too well.

His hands were in her hair and she was caressing his balls as she worked, and I could hear her slurping hungrily before taking him out and licking and kissing before he forced himself back inside her mouth.

This time felt different. I wasn't angry, more resigned. My wife really was a slut. I was able to think more clearly this time, and saw an opportunity for leverage. I took out my phone, carefully shielding the screen as it lit up so as not to be visible to them, and started filming.

I stayed and filmed for about a minute, and happened to catch them both saying things that could come in handy.

'Christ I'd forgotten how good you are at that,' sighed Robert.

'Good enough for a promotion?' asked Sarah, with a smile.