In the mid nineties I had a temporary job at an office in central London. I started out working in the Accounts department, but after completing the tax return I transferred to the post room. Whilst the position didn’t have the same status as my previous role, it paid the same and I needed the money! One of the benefits of delivering post around the building was that I got to know everyone and could chat to some pretty ladies. One of the ladies I flirted with, Debbie had lovely tits and she caught me looking at them more than once. The office relocated to another part of London, and after a month the management threw a party to celebrate a successful move with minimal disruption to our clients. For some strange reason the party was on a Thursday which meant we had to go to work the next day! During the party Debbie introduced me to her husband. He seemed a nice enough guy and the three of us talked and drank until the party ended. One of the managers was married to a pub landlord and suggested to everyone that we continue the celebrations at their pub. I politely declined as didn’t want to leave my cycle chained up in the street overnight. My new friends insisted I come with them and even spoke with the manager and got permission for me to store my bike in the post room overnight. Several of us shared a taxi to the pub which was towards the outskirts of London. When we were there I mingled more and whilst I was at the bar chatting with a manager, an almighty row broke out! It was the couple I had been socialising with previously. The husband suddenly stormed out of the pub with a face like thunder and his wife was sobbing. I went over to try and console her. Through floods of tears Debbie told me that her husband worked night shifts and had left to go to work, however before leaving he had taken all of her money and her cards as well. As he had taken her purse she didn’t have her season ticket for the train either. I offered to lend her money, but she refused. We carried on drinking and talking and Debbie told me how unhappy her marriage was and how controlling her husband was. Inevitably we hugged and started kissing. I suggested a taxi back to my flat which Debbie readily agreed to. In the taxi we continued to kiss and our hands wandered. Back at my flat we hopped straight into bed. I started with the usual stuff kissing her and feeling her tits, but Debbie decided it was time to strip off and go for it! Well, her nipples were sticking up and lovely to suck and her pussy was wet and she squirmed and moaned and groaned as I fingered her! Without much more ado, I simply got on top of her, my cock slid up and down her labia before entering her all the way. We quickly adjusted our thrusts to a rapid pace and the slapping sound of my cock pounding Debbies’s wet cunt filled the room. We didn’t last long before cumming. However I left my flaccid cock inside Debbie’s wet cunt as we snogged each other’s faces off! I gradually started moving my cock inside Debbie’s creampie and started getting harder and harder! Another missionary position fuck and we we fell asleep in each other’s arms with spunk and juice everywhere! At some point in the night I awoke to find Debbie’s mouth firmly wrapped around my cock and after she got me hard she started riding me cowgirl style. That was the longest fuck of the night, but we rapidly fell asleep soon afterwards. We were awoken far too early by the alarm and had to wash, get ready for work and leave after a quick breakfast. At work we had to face more than a few stares and muttered whispers about us! The worst was still to come though! My last job each evening was to take any last minute urgent mail to the Post Office, as I exited the building with a sack over my shoulder a familiar figure approached me. It was Debbie’s husband!