My wife is thirty eight, twenty five years younger than I am. She was thirty when she came to work as my secretary. I am senior partner in an accountancy firm. She was stunning, conservatively dressed in tight knee length skirts and pretty blouses. I have always had a fetish for full slips and I could tell she wore them because I could see her lingerie very clearly through her blouses. But the piece d’ resistance was the silk seamed stockings she wore- sometimes tan, sometimes black. She also smelt of exquisite perfume and used lots of make up. The make up accentuated her big blue eyes. I always liked the look of doe eyed women, they look so vulnerable, especially if they have full lips, painted bright red and fine aristocratic features. Shoulder length golden curls completed my size eight, 34d job candidate’s allure. I had no need to check out her references or competence, she had all the qualifications necessary to work for me. As it turned out she was not too bright at the job. One day I asked her if she got enough sleep. To my surprise she said ‘No.’ I asked her why. She said it was too difficult to explain. I asked her to lunch a few times. By this time I was quite free, having divorced the previous year. I felt I was getting to know her and falling in love. It took a few weeks to win her confidence. The trick was to listen to what she had to say, as she felt like saying it. When the truth came out, I was quite shocked. She told me that her and her husband had money problems and that he had her working as a call girl, seeing very seedy clients, including a lot of blacks and Asians. My prick nearly burst my pants at the thought of this beauty being ravished by beasts. She looked far too demure, sweet and innocent as she told me this tale in her posh little girl voice. I did not know what to say, but I knew what I thought. I envied her husband and wished I had a wife like her. I did not get where I am by being nice, so the choice was obvious, I needed to have and fuck this delightful little woman. I guessed I had a chance by showing sympathy for her plight. I told her what a selfish beast her husband was and how sorry I was for what she had to do. We were sitting parked in my Jaguar at the time, on the way back from a restaurant. She was very moved by what I had said and took a handkerchief from her white leather handbag. Ver daintily she dabbed her eyes, being careful not to spoil her mascara and eyeliner. I looked at her thighs through the tight white dress she was wearing. The white material contrasted erotically with black silk of her stockings. I could see the imprint of suspender buttons through her dress. The taut material across her lap covered the longed for sex slit between her legs. I wondered what colour panties she was wearing. I wanted to get my hands up her skirt and give her pussy a really seeing to with my hands and prick. I am very well endowed at nearly ten inches and a very wide girth. I just wanted to fuck this stupid little cock teaser as hard as I could, but I knew I needed to be gentle.