Some of you may have read ‘H & S fucked my wife’ that I posted on here a few days ago. My wife read it after I showed her the post and she suggested I add the full story with names rather than initials. She also told me that I had missed out one part of her story and it was one I never knew about until now. She has now told me the missing part some 37 years after it had happened. I have now revised and added to the story under her guidance. Between the two of us we have remembered and expanded some parts of our story. I hope these additions make the story better. We fucked like rabbits soon after finishing it. Ruth told me early on in our relationship that she had a thing for older men; she had fancied a teacher at her secondary school and a friend’s Dad. Nothing came of either, they were just crushes. However she fancied me because I made her laugh and I looked a bit like Bowie, who she adored, and we were both Punks. Ruth took up work with a local authority back in 1980. She was the PA to a Head of Service; I won’t say which one as it will reveal too much about us. She worked for a man called Harry, he was, as he kept reminding her and anyone in earshot, 59 and could retire in a year’s time. He was married, ex-Army with grown up kids. He had a full head of black hair which was greying around the sides, he was quite physically fit. She said he could be charming although he was often quite rude and demanding of Ruth in her role as his PA. He would often just bark orders to her on a morning and throughout the working week. Anyway this is the new part she has just told me: After about three months of working with him the first affair started, the one I never knew about: The fucking she had with her first boss, Harry. It started like this: One afternoon Harry asked for a file; Ruth wasn’t quick enough to get it as she working on something else. Harry always wanted things ‘now’ and not later. He tutted and pushed past her and went to the filing cabinet and got the file for himself. She told me she was standing sorting out stuff on her desk and had her back to him. As he returned to his desk he pushed himself up against Ruth’s bum and put the file on her desk. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her bum. She was bit shocked but it made her feel sexy. She said she wriggled her bum against his erection as she just felt turned on by what was happening. He put his arm around her and put his hand over her pussy and pressed against her pushing his cock into her bum really hard. She remembers that she was wearing a one piece sort of flying suit in light blue which had a zip down the front from the top to the crotch. Harry then slowly pulled the zipper down and slipped one hand onto to her breasts then pulled the zipper further down and cupped her pussy through her knickers. He pulled aside her knickers and slipped a finger into her pussy; she remembers that he sighed as he slipped his finger into her pussy. His hard cock was still pushing against her bum; he sort of ground himself against her, dry fucking her. He slipped the suit off Ruth’s arms and shoulders and then pushed himself against her knickers. Suddenly he stopped finger fucking her and went over and locked the office door. She said it was comical the way he just semi shuffled across the room with his hard on bulging out. Very few people, if ever anyone, came to the office; Harry always went out to see them but he wanted to make sure they weren’t caught. Ruth said that she stood there with her wet pussy, knickers pulled aside and her flying suit around her knees she was half bent over her desk waiting for him to come back and fuck her. Harry took position behind her again and pulled her knicker’s aside and slipped a finger into her pussy again, she reached behind and grabbed his cock through his trousers then unzipped him. His cock poked out of his trousers. She remembers him fumbling with his trousers; then she felt his bare skin and pubes against her bum. She felt his hard cock nudge against her bum and pussy and then he slipped it into her wet pussy. He gently pushed her forward over the desk and in her words: ‘soundly fucked her 23 year old pussy’. He stroked her tits and rubbed them through her bra. Then he slipped his hands under her bra and cupped her tits and pulled at her nipples. After a few minutes of fucking her he quietly moaned then pushed all his cock into her balls deep and filled her pussy with his come. She said she came too. He then whispered into her ear “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” And then he kissed the nape of her neck. He kept his softening cock in her until it slipped out of her wet pussy. She remembered that he tucked some tissues into her knickers and wiped his come off her pussy and thighs with a tissue which she thought was quite sweet of him. Then she walked down the corridor to the loos just fucked with his come in her knickers and it felt rude, dirty and sexy. I remembered that around that time I had asked why she took spare knickers to work, she said that it was in case she leaked or had an accident; sanitary products weren’t that great back then. Of course I now know why: because her other knickers had got wet with his come. The two of them fucking then happened on a frequent basis, usually, but not always, on a Monday morning. She said she could she see that his cock was hard as soon as he walked into the office; the bulge gave it away as did the look he gave her. She said she was always waiting for him to come in to the office see if he had hard on. He invariably did. He asked her to stop wearing the flying suit so he could get to her pussy quicker; she told him that it made it more fun for her for him to take off her clothes; he’d have to work for his fuck. She’d sometimes wear a dress and he would be trying to fuck her as soon as he saw her in the mornings. I sort of remember those times she wore a dress or skirt because she favoured the look of one piece suits, she had about three of them. She thinks now he just wanted as many quickies as he could and that’s why he asked her to dress like that. Sometimes Harry would push his cock against her arse as many times as he could so that he could rub her pussy with his free hand. He teased her all the time like that, ‘keeping her on the boil’ was what he called it. Then suddenly he would just decide to fuck her, usually doggy style over her desk. Sometimes she said she would suck his cock for a few minutes before he span her around and slipped his cock into her. He also liked her to sit on his lap on his desk chair and he would fuck her like that. Ruth remembers the joke he used to make when he wanted to fuck her on his chair; ‘Ruth come and take some dick-tation’ and he would wink at her; he was real ‘old school’. He always made her a coffee after they’d fucked. She said that he had a ‘nice’ sized cock; it wasn’t huge just ‘nice’; normal in other words. Then the pattern of their fucking changed and they would fuck before they left the office on a Friday evening. Those Friday fucks were what I know now gave our sex life a real lift; not that it had waned at all. Ruth would come home on the tube and train with his come in her pussy although she had changed her knickers. When she got in from work I always thought I had got ‘lucky’ and we would fuck almost with minutes of her closing the door, she was always wet and willing. She always told me then that she had ‘fancied a fuck’ and was thinking about me ‘doing her’ on the way home. They were nice slippery fucks that I still remember to this day, especially now with the hindsight of later events. It was during this time that she met her second lover, again another Harry. He was union rep and came to her office to recruit her. He suggested that they meet for a drink after work and he would sign her up. She knew what his game was and she fancied him from the outset. She also knew that he was chatting her up and it felt good having two men vying to fuck her. She now thinks that Harry 2, knew that the other Harry was fucking her. Harry 2 and Ruth met quite often for a drink after work. I trusted her not to bed someone; I was wrong on that account. That aspect of sex would play out differently over the next few years. Harry 2 asked Ruth if she would come and work with him when Harry 1 retired. That happened when Harry retired. Harry 2 fiddled, skewed, the interview so Ruth got the job. Then things hotted up for us both. Ruth and I got married we had been living together for a year. She had been enjoying both Harry 1s and my cock for well over a year and I hadn’t known a thing about it. My wife had her, I now know second affair, aged 24 in 1981 after we had been married for just over three months. She was fucked by her new boss, another Harry, during their Xmas party. A cliché I know, but it happened. He was 36 and married with kids, a charismatic union rep and in her words ‘powerful’; he was on ‘Question Time’ back in the day. I was tall, blonde, quiet, Bowie thin and an intellectual type: I became a Librarian in later life. Harry 2 was shorter, plumper, louder and dark haired, we couldn’t have been more different. He had something I didn’t. Anyway: I went to Ruth’s Xmas party after the pathetic bash at my work fell flat and people began drifting off early. I got to Ruth’s workplace and met up with her. We had a few drinks together then she said she had to meet her friend Molly to put the entry money in the work safe; they had organised the party together and charged for the food they had put on; about 150 people were there. Ruth went off and left me with a few of her work colleagues. I danced and drank, drank and danced for what seemed ages before Ruth came back. Her work ‘friends’ were taunting me by asking me where I thought Ruth was. I ignored them and tried to laugh it off. I was concerned where she was. When Ruth came back into the party she had no lipstick on, well almost a smear in the corners of her mouth. She did have full lipstick on when she left me. I sort of ‘knew’ she hadn’t been putting money in the safe. It turned me on to think that she had been fucked, fondled, snogged by someone else. Harry, her new boss, avoided me all night. He seemed a bit stand offish and didn’t want to come over to chat. He had always chatted to me whenever I picked Ruth up from work. Ruth said he had things on his mind and had been like that all day. It seemed that I was right about them; it’s often said that if you suspect someone is being fucked or having an affair they very often are. On the train home Ruth kept rubbing my cock through my trousers. I knew she and me were up for a fuck when we got home. We had barely closed the door when she bent over the table and pulled her dress up and her knickers aside, I slipped my cock into her very wet, I now know, spunk filled pussy and fucked her for all I was worth. It was like old times on a Friday night. Her knickers were wet and sticky with what I now know was Harry’s spunk and her cum. I turned her head so I get my tongue into her mouth she was moaning and pushing back on my cock as I fucked her. “Who was it? Who fucked you?” I whispered into her ear as I pushed my cock into as deep as I could go into her, balls deep in fact. She squirmed and pushed back onto my cock and sighed. “Who fucked you?” I asked her again. She giggled and tightened her pussy around my cock. I knew it, she had been fucked. I could feel my spunk rise and my cock got harder. “Mmmmm someone, just someone.” Ruth replied and moved her hips so I could get into her as deep as possible. I’m not huge in the willy department, adequate but not huge and Ruth wanted every inch of me inside of her. “Was it Harry?” I asked as I slid my hard cock in and out her sopping cum filled pussy. She turned her head and giggled. I pushed my face close to hers and kissed her neck. “Yep, he fucked me with his lovely big fat cock.” She replied in a half whisper and I could feel her getting wetter as she remembered having his cock and come inside her. “Was it good?” I asked excitedly. “Oh it was so fucking lovely.” She whispered, “You know old men turn me on and I’ve found one with a lovely cock. He fucked me doggy in an office over someone’s desk.” I shot my load deep into her sopping wet pussy as she whispered that. When we went to bed that night I pushed my cock and balls into her bum just to feel the warmth of her doubly fucked pussy against me. Later after Harry and her had fucked a few times she told me how big he was by saying that her if she wrapped her hand around his cock she could still see about two or three inches of his cock sticking out. So I am guessing he was about six or seven inches. She also said his cock was quite thick too and filled her tight 24 year old pussy. She enjoyed that thick cock for eight spunk filled years. He used to say to her, “Long and thick does the trick.” Then he’d fuck her. She told me he loved fucking her doggy over the desk or up against a wall. They would have to do something called a ‘Void Inspection’; it’s where they would have to look at a flat that someone had just left. They’d fuck in the empty flats or houses just for the fun of it. Harry would get a hard on almost as soon as the door was closed and would pull his cock out and ask her to suck him. Then that evening they’d go somewhere quiet and fuck in his car. She said sometimes he’d shoot his come over her arse and push his hard cock against her bum hole and slip an inch or so of his cock inside her bum. He took her anal virginity like that which she said made her come like no other fuck. His fat cock must have stretched her bum hole. She told me that she often used to cock tease him in their office and make him go hard so that he couldn’t leave his chair until his hard on had gone down. Harry used to take Ruth to spot in Hampstead that he knew and would fuck her in the back of his car. She said the possibility of being seen or getting caught by someone made her and him come harder. She said her legs went wobbly and she went light headed after their first real hard fucking session in the back of his car. Later on in their relationship he left his car with us when he went to America on holiday with his family, we lived near an airport; I drove the car that he had fucked my wife in. It was odd sitting on the back seat and imagining their sex sessions. Their sex sessions suddenly became tangible and very real. He would sometimes fuck her in our car, we had a Sierra, he had a Nissan ‘something’ and it was smaller than our car. I found her abandoned knickers in our car they were screwed up and stuffed in a side pocket they had gone ‘crispy’ with his come. She laughed when she found I had I put them under her pillow that night. When we bought a car they’d drive in convoy to Hampstead to fuck so that Ruth could come home straight away without going back to work to collect her car. Before we owned the car Harry sometimes used to drop Ruth off at home as he passed our flat on his way home. She told me when she got in one night that she had sucked him off in his car right outside our flats and she had done that quite a few times after they’d fucked in Hampstead and he’d brought her home. We fucked, sucked and licked each other after she told me that. Her mouth tasted salty and her pussy was very wet. I never did find out where they went in Hampstead. Perhaps someone on here has been there to fuck or perhaps to watch? She worked with Harry for eight years and was being fucked by him at least once a week or more and she was often being fucked by me that night after him for all that time. I knew when they were going to fuck as Ruth often said she had a ‘late meeting tonight’. That phrase became a code for ‘I’m going get fucked tonight’. She’d then come in late, well after 11 o’clock, sometimes midnight; we lived in the suburbs of London and she had a three quarter an hour drive home. I’d often lay awake with an aching hard on anticipating her getting home. Then she’d come to bed and if we didn’t fuck I’d touch her wet come filled pussy and rub her clit until she came. I loved pulling aside her sticky come filled knickers and slipping a finger into her pussy to feel his spunk and her come on my skin. She told me that once he had a hard on in the office and she wanked him off and he came across her face and some come went into her hair. She had to walk down the corridor to the loos with his spunk in her hair. She wanked me off that night. I wrote her this note during this time: ‘When you come in late with your pussy filled with Harry’s spunk and you hungrily tickle my cock and balls to get me to fuck you. You turn over and ask me to fuck you doggy. I pull your sticky knickers aside and I slip my cock into your cum filled pussy and fuck you. I slip my tongue into your cock stained mouth and taste him. You squirm as I fuck your wet pussy and I put my tongue in your mouth and lap at his smell and taste. I fill your pussy with my cock and cum and you love every cum stained moment of fucking you, both knowing that he had fucked you too.’ To this day she still has that note in her knicker drawer, 30 odd years after I wrote it. I sometimes used to meet Ruth at her work and sat in her office whilst she finished off a piece of work or task. She was in charge of about 50 manual workers, they would do property repairs for the council. Vey often they would come into the office to pick up job sheets or drop off paperwork. Sometimes about 4 lads would come in to the office when I was there. I could see some, if not all of them fancied Ruth I could almost see their cocks dripping in anticipation of fucking her. They flirted and chatted her up not knowing who I was. Or did they? Perhaps Harry had told them he was fucking her. It made me go hard sometimes; the thought of all those cocks twitching to fuck my wife. There was also the electric charge of knowing that Harry, who sat in the same office, was fucking my wife. I often saw the small touches, looks and arm rubs that occurred between them. I don’t think he knew that Ruth had told me about him fucking her. After eight years Ruth changed her job and left Harry and his big fat cock and their fucking behind. She met Harry quite a few years later when she went to a conference. She told me that they found somewhere and fucked and it was good and that was all she would tell me about it. Naturally we fucked after she’d told me the story. A few years later in her new job she met Steve at her workplace and started fucking him. He was another older man, she was 32 by then and he was 45. He was he married too. The scenario was similar, Ruth used to tell me she had a late meeting and I knew that she would be getting a fuck from Steve. It wasn’t always a given, some meetings were real but the anticipation of the fucking kept me hard all night. I’d often have to wank off to relieve myself. She told me Steve had a nice curved cock that got thicker at the base. He loved to lick her pussy before he fucked her senseless. It was always at their offices, she’d work late, let the office cleaners come and go then Steve would return and they’d fuck in her office or in the staff rest room which had sofas. He liked to fuck her arse and spray his come over her bum and back. She perfected her fellatio on him and on me; I now get the benefit of that cock sucking technique. We fucked or finger fucked every time she got home from fucking him too. That was for three lovely years. It all stopped in 1995 when Ruth got a promotion, moved offices and had to put on an air of responsibility and respectability. Though I still suspect she was fucking a Police Inspector that used to advise her on things for her work. I met him a few times when Ruth was present and there was a palpable electric feeling between them. He again was an older man; about ten years older than us. One day she might tell me about them fucking. Here’s a memory I just reminded Ruth of: We had just bought our first small house after our flat and the garden needed doing up so we went to a garden centre to buy some paving and some plants. The centre was run by an elderly gent, in his sixties, and his sons. We went into the office to raise an order for the paving and to this day I know we raised a lot more than an order. When I asked about delivery times etc. the owner openly flirted with Ruth and he said “Let’s deal with the lady. They often talk more sense and are nicer to deal with.” “You’ll need a man to lift those pavings you know.” “We can’t have a pretty lady like you straining herself.” Then his two sons joined in with the banter “We’re all nice and strong.” “I’m sure us two could help you out too.” “We can lay things too.” “Jim’s good at laying things.” “They’ll need a really good bedding.” “Tel works in inches though centimetres sound much bigger.” The suggestions flew across the counter. They had caught on to what the Dad was suggesting. All four of them ignored me and left me standing like a gooseberry watching them flirt and chat up my new wife. Ruth caught Dad’s eye and asked about delivery and Dad said “That would be a three man job to deliver all that lot.” “We’ll need easy access.” And then he winked at Ruth. The sons grinned and shuffled their feet. Ruth blushed slightly and half giggled and put a small concrete cat on the counter, “Oh and that please.” She said and moved the cat towards him. Dad looked at her straight into her eyes and said “And one nice little pussy with brown eyes.” The concrete cat had blue eyes. Ruth has brown eyes. Ruth picked up the cat and Dad said “We’ll deliver everything, you’ll get it all in one go. Won’t she John and Tel?” He put his hand briefly on hers and looked into her face. John and Tel grinned and looked at Ruth. Ruth put the cat back down on to the counter. Dad then took our address and arranged a delivery date. We left the garden centre in silence. I was in danger of being cuckolded again. It turned me on big time. I bet all their cocks were dripping in anticipation of a fuck or a gangbang. Only the two sons delivered the items soon after, Ruth was there and answered the door to them, they both grinned like loons, I caught a glimpse of them; they never saw me. They went off to their lorry nudging each other and laughing. Then when they went into the garden they realised I was there too they looked crestfallen and grumpily unloaded the paving stones and the small concrete cat which was wrapped in paper with a bow around it. I often wonder what would have happened had I not been there. Ruth was fucking Harry 2 at the time of this incident. Thinking back to the men who came to Ruth’s office and flirted with her: Can all men tell when a woman is being fucked by someone other than her husband? We are still married after 37 years and often mention Harry and Steve and then we have a lovely sticky fuck. Now I can mention another Harry. What is it with Harry’s?