Dear Ms Smyth, You dont know me but we have talked on the phone several times.

My name is Candy. I work in your husbands office. I felt I had to write to you because your husband is exacting such demands upon me at work that it is now affecting my personal life and I need your help and advice. Im a simple secretary whose duties involve taking shorthand and organizing your husbands schedule, but more recently he has wanted me to do additional things of a sexual nature, which were certainly not on the original duty statement when I applied for the job. Initially it was harmless enough, I suppose. For instance, I came into the office one day in a long tight skirt and white shirt, and he told me he liked what I was wearing and asked me to wear the outfit ever day. I thought, ok no problem. Then he went further and insisted I wear my hair up, he told me to ensure that the first two buttons of my shirt were always undone and he even bought me some higher heels, which he wanted me to wear.

He simply said it gets his creative juices flowing when he sees me looking feminine and attractive. I took it as a compliment, and lets face it, your husband is not hard on the eye. Then one day he called me into his office and looking quite serious told me to sit down. He told me that he had noticed my panty line under my skirt and he said that this was not acceptable. He told me to either wear a g-string or nothing at all on under the skirt from now on.

He then reached into his table drawer and pulled out a new white g-string that he had obviously just bought, or was it one of yours? Anyway, he told me to stand up and come over to where he was. Before I knew what he was doing, he had reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. I was so taken aback I didnt know quite what to do or say. He then held the g-string out in front of my feet and told me to step into these. His hands quickly moved up my legs and over my buttocks until the g-string was on.

It happened so quickly that I didnt even think of protesting. He then turned me around and examined my backside. He brushed his hands down the back of my skirt to ensure there was no panty line and told me that was all. He gave me a light pat on the butt and I went back to work.

I have to say, that I sat at my desk for maybe 20 minutes just thinking about it and I didnt realize how excited I had been by the incident until I went to the bathroom and my new g-string was all wet. It was actually such a problem that I had to take it off and wear no underwear for the rest of the day.

Thank God your husband didnt ask me in to his office again that day, else Im not sure what he would have done if he had found out I wasnt wearing his g-string. From that day, things more or less escalated. Whenever I went into his office to take dictation he told me not to sit down, but to lean over the desk because he wanted to ensure I wasnt wearing any panties. He would brush his hands over my arse and down my legs. Needless to say it was hard to concentrate, but ever since the g-string incident I didnt really mind and actually wanted him to run his hands over my body. Id certainly thought about it enough in my spare moments. One day I became so bold I didnt even wear a g-string to work and when he asked me to come in to take dictation and bend over the desk I could feel my legs tremble in anticipation of his touch. I knew he was looking at my arse and he then gently ran his hand over my buttocks and over my upper leg. He didnt say anything but I could sense that he knew I wasnt wearing anything under the skirt and I saw a smile form on his mouth. One of the reasons he insisted I wear a g-string or nothing at all under my skirt was that if I made a mistake reading back what he had dictated to me, he would like to give me a slap me on the butt. Not hard, but hard enough for it to make a slapping sound and hard enough that I could still feel a sting when I sat down at my desk again.

Another habit your husband seems to have developed with me is that he insists that I be in the room when he calls you or when you call him. Initially he just liked to have me sit opposite him and he would look at me, seemingly undressing me with his eyes. Other times he would have me sit on the corner of the desk next to him and he would run his spare hand over the top of my leg. He even gave me a foot massage once while he was talking to you and I knew that when my leg was straight he could see right up my skirt. Now he always likes me to sit on the corner of the desk and he massages both my feet. He likes to put your on speaker phone, then undo both of my high heels and he then places one of my feet against his crotch while he massages the other foot and leg. The combination of his strong warm fingers on my foot and the warmth of his crotch on my other foot are divine. I have to admit I like to move my toes over his crotch while he massages me. Now instead of me sitting on the corner of the desk he wants me to sit on the desk directly in front of him with both my feet in his lap. From his chair height he can see straight up my skirt. I always wear a g-string now, not that I want to, but because I become so excited at work these days I dont want to stain my skirt, which I have done on numerous occasions. Because I have to wear the same outfit each day, Im often up late at night hand washing my skirt as result of the daily excitement.

He now also likes to use his long steel letter opener when I am sitting on his desk in front of him. While he is talking to you on the phone he casually slides the letter opener under my skirt and gently traces the outline of my softness with the cold steel point. Very often when he gets off the phone from you, he would tell me to pull my skirt up and lie on my back on his desk in front of him. He would then rub the letter opener more vigorously over my softness and slightly push it in to my crack until he sees moisture on the g-string and then he would stop and tell me to go back to work.

He then curiously had a breast phase and became obsessed with my breasts. He told me one day to not only wear panties, but told me to wear stockings as well. But he also told me to wear particular types of bras that would show off my large breasts more. One day he told me to come into the office and he had maybe 20 different types of bras on his desk all beautiful, expensive bras. He told me he wanted to see which one looked best because he was buying some lingerie for you.

He told me we were similar cup sizes so he would like me to try some bras on. I said ok and began turning my back to him while I undid my shirt, but he insisted that I face him while I tried them on. I unbuttoned my shirt and took my bra off and proceeded to try on these bras in front of him. He would sometimes get up from his chair and move behind me and reach around to circle my breasts with his hands. He did this a few times and liked to kiss my neck while he squeezed my breasts. At one point he told me to stop and he took my bra off and just came over and toyed one nipple and moved over and toyed the other. When my nipples were erect he then liked to put clips on them and I would have to count to ten before I was allowed to take them off. If I took them off before the count of ten he would slap my arse really hard or squeeze my nipples really hard. The breast phase progressed so now I have to come in every morning at 7am and take off my shirt and bra and lie on his desk so he can play with my nipples for half an hour or so while he makes his morning phone calls. He also sends me these dirty emails too, about you. I dont know whether they are true or not but he likes to tell me what a slut you are and how he sometimes gets his football friends over for a few beers and they are always squeezing your big tits and slapping your arse. He even told me about a time when he and his friends watched some porno movies together and after it was finished your husband told you to take your top and bra off and to lie on the kitchen table. Your husband and two friends then began playing with your tits and twisting your nipples.

On your husbands lead, the three of them then took their stiff lengths out and began masturbating over you and letting their juice squirt on your tits and making your tits and nipples slippery. Your husband then told you to open your mouth and to clean the juice off all their thingys with your mouth. He then says in the email that he sent you off to take a shower and tells you to go to bed and get yourself off because he and is friends are going to watch some more movies. That is where his email finishes and I must have read it a dozen times in bed while I masturbate.

When I masturbate I like to imagine that after you have taken a shower you hear some groaning and grunting in the lounge room and you silently creep down the hall way and peer into the lounge room where you see your husband and his friends completely naked sucking and playing each other. One image that stays in your head is your husband sucking his friends big length while his other friend is playing him up the arse. In my fantasy I imagine that when you see this you gasp, and they become aware of your presence. You then quickly scamper to the bedroom and pull the covers over your head not knowing what to do. Then after several minutes pass you hear the three of them walking down the hallway into the bedroom.

Your husband pulls the covers down and tells you to get out of bed. He then looks at each of his friends lengths and tells his friend with the biggest length to lie on the bed.

Your husband and his other friend then literally lift you up and place you on top of his length so you are sitting on him. Your husband then tells your other friend to stand beside the bed and with one hand on his friends stiff length and the other on the top of your head your husband guides your mouth over his length. He then goes to the bedside draw, finds some lubricant, walks around to the end of the bed where your arse is in the air and smears lubricant over your delicate location and slides a finger up it. He can already see that his friend with the big length is driving his full shaft into you and your husband then holds his length and shoves it right up your arse. You are now completely filled with three lengths. The three guys drive inside you with great urgency. They are no longer concerned that it is their friends wife they are playing and are just pumping as hard as they can, because that is the way your husband is playing your arse. In unison the three of them cum in your mouth, your softness and your arse and you can feel their pulsating shafts surge throughout your body. But that is just my fantasy, and I have to say, seeing the picture of you on your husbands desk every day just enhances the fantasy.

Well back to reality, sorry for the digression. As you can imagine, things at the office progressed from just clothes requirements and a bit of touching to something a little more serious. Your husband now insists that whenever you call that I get on his table on all fours with my skirt pulled up and my arse almost at his head height as he sits in his chair.

He likes to slide his steel letter opener over my arse and softness from behind.

Im still wearing my g-string but he likes to put the opener at the entrance to my arse and push it in gently and he slides the letter opener under my g-string so I can feel the cold steel on my arse. The thing I like is when he just holds the letter open out and tells me to rub my personal place back and forth on it. He is happily talking on the phone to you while his other hand is outstretched with the letter opener in it and I am writhing on it. One day while I was in this position he finished talking to you on the phone and I heard him reach into his desk draw. With one hand he slid the letter opener under my g-string and lifted it up and with the other he cut the g-string off. He then slid the letter opener all over my exposed arse and softness and with the flat part of the letter opener rubbed my personal place. I then felt his breath on my arse and my softness and before I know it, his tongue is in my arse and his hands are griping the outside of my buttocks.

Sometimes though, depending on his mood, when he gets off the phone, he likes to use his fingers. It seems, if he is angry after he has gotten off the phone from you , he likes to stand behind me and slide two fingers right inside me softness. He moves it in and out hard and vigorously until I am wet and lose.

He then tries to put another finger in and thrusts in and out and tries to put all his fingers in deep and thrusts hard. It is like he is trying to get his whole arm up my softness. Usually I am so wet and excited at this point I dont care what he does to me and I just submit myself to his wants.

Once I tried to reach over to unzip his fly because I desperately wanted his length inside me and he slapped my hand and then slapped my exposed arse harder and told me not to touch his length until he told me to. He then slapped me on the arse harder and stuck his finger right up my arse. He pulled it out and told me to go back to work. This type of stuff was happening for months. Never did he penetrate me with his length or ask me to suck himbut of course that wasnt going to last forever.

I have to go now, because my boyfriend has just arrived home, so Ill finish this later or you can email me at Adult Friendfinder and Ill tell you more.