Educating Amelia: Hotwifing with multiple photocopier guys
Amelia realises that her "photocopier guy" has sent his colleague along to try her for himself, but it ends up being much more than another quickie with a stranger
Amelia’s Diary:
Remember the photocopier guy?
I do. I thought about that afternoon of sex a lot over the next few days. It was my first experience of hotwifing solo without P holding my hand, and it was a lot of fun.
I'd gone into the office of the next few days dreading looks from the others, but he'd seemed to have kept our encounter to himself. Nobody seemed to know - much to my relief.
His company mostly sent him around on Wednesday to give the copiers on all of the floors the quick once-over unless something broke down. So, having not been in the office on the Wednesday after he took me to his place and fucked me - twice - the following Wednesday, I dressed a little provocatively for the office (I tend to do that more these days), looking forward to seeing him and wondering if he fancied another sexy liaison after work.
My agreement with my husband was that I could fuck a guy twice. Except for P's husband, of course, who could wander across the street to have me pretty much any time he liked. That was working well, and our husbands would often cross in our street as they came to enjoy each other's wives. I should say at this point that P and I loved that arrangement, too.
As I sat in my glass-walled office, working away and trying not to think about his eventual arrival, I saw another guy in the office, wearing the photocopier company uniform. It wasn't him.
'Fuck. Is he ill? Has he been fired for fucking an employee at a client site?' - my mind whirred.
The new guy was hot—ultra-hot. He was in his mid-twenties and clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. As he made his way across the room, I saw my colleagues, male and female, observing his hotness.
He went from copier to copier on our floor until he eventually made his way across to the one outside my office door. As he put down his bag, he looked into my office through the glass door and caught me staring at him. He smiled, and I looked away, a little embarrassed.
I watched him as discreetly as I could as he tinkered with the inside of the machine, glancing up occasionally into my office. He spent far longer at this copier than any other.
Eventually, I had to leave my office, and as I opened the door and strolled past him, he looked up.
"Hi," he said confidently.
"Hello," I replied, somewhat girly as I melted being close to him. A few moments later, having spoken to a colleague but not remembering a word of our conversation, I strolled back towards my office.
"Want me to check your printer?" he asked as I went to pass him again.
I paused and smiled, realising what was going on. I looked down at him, my body warming a little more.
"Please," I replied sweetly. "It's been giving me a bit of trouble."
"I'll be there in a minute," he said, closing the door on the copier and standing up. He was tall, as well as dark and handsome. I could feel myself wanting him more by the second, and my pussy was already optimistically preparing for a cock, growing warmer and wetter quickly.
I went into my office and sat at my desk, and moments later, he came in, closing the door behind him.
"Amelia," I whispered as he stood beside me and began fiddling with my printer, precisely as his colleague had two weeks ago.
"Mark," he replied.
"Where's Nick?" I asked, trying to act casual.
"On another client job today."
I didn't think before I spoke the following few words. I should have.
"So they sent me you instead?"
"Nick suggested I come over today."
I wasn't 100% sure, but something told me that Mark knew all about my hot afternoon with Nick, and he wanted to come and see me for himself. The thought of them discussing me turned me on.
"Why?" I asked, sliding my chair back and crossing my legs, exposing a little thigh to him and the tops of my hold-ups. I watched his eyes dart across them.
"No reason," he replied, clearly trying not to put himself in a difficult position just in case. I spoke without thinking again.
"So he didn't tell you to come here and give me a service then?" I whispered seductively.
Mark closed the lid of my printer, his eyes glistening slightly as he looked down at me in my chair.
"He did say that you appreciate the personal touch."
I looked up at him and put my hands on my knee, leaning forward slightly.
"I do," I said softly.
He glanced around nervously, realising, like Nick had a fortnight ago, that my office was a goldfish bowl, and we could be seen from every corner of the office. He couldn't throw me on my desk and take me there and then. Though the growing bulge in his trousers told me he wanted to. He seemed to freeze.
Feeling like an expert - despite this only being my second time planning to jump into bed with a complete stranger, I took the lead. Just a little.
"This is the part where you offer to pick me up after work, and we go somewhere less public," I whispered.