A memory of one of those rare encounters through work, but not with an employee.

This would be about 15 years ago, when I was the manager of an office of around 40 people. One of them, Craig, was openly gay and happily settled down with a partner. I am always cautious about mixing work and pleasure as there is so much potential for all sorts of fallout. I therefore had no intention or interest in trying to see if there was any chance of hooking up with Craig. This was helped by the fact that, at 30 he was almost 10 years younger than me, and my preference has always been for older men.

So all was normal for a couple of years until one fateful day Craig was taken ill at work. He didn't drive but was in no fit state to walk to the train station. He left messages for his partner Danny to come and collect him but with no reply. As the boss and the one with a company car I volunteered to take him to the station, but then figured it would be safer just to drive him home. I didn't want his other half to turn up to the office so used my own phone to call the number Craig gave me. However I also got voice mail, so just left a message introducing myself and explaining we were heading back to their house.

About half an hour later we pulled up at a small townhouse on a new build estate. I helped a very green looking Craig out of the car and up to the door, but his key would not work in the lock for some reason. They did not have a drive so there was no car to indicate if anyone was in so we had to resort to knocking, but still without success.

Craig was looking woozy so I told him to go sit in the car and I would walk around with his keys to try the back door. It was a mid-terrace house so no path down the side, and access to the back was via a communal parking area with garages. As I walked around the corner a car just started to pull away and I saw a grey haired chap in a dressing gown standing at one of the back gates waving it off. As luck would have it I knew it was their house because I had the presence of mind to count that theirs was the 4th one from the end.

Assuming this was Danny I walked up and introduced myself, explaining why I was there, and that I had his partner in my car. He seemed to get quite flustered by this sudden development. Not the sort of person to reply on in a crisis I thought. I persuaded him to go back in and open the front door so that we could bring Craig in and followed him inside. As we went in through the kitchen into the small living room I noticed a couple of almost empty wine glasses on a coffee table.

Danny carried on into the hallway and unlocked the door with a key that was already in the lock. Rather than come out to help me though he went back into the lounge, saying he would get the sofa ready. I had a suspicion what was happening and, sure enough, when I brought the patient in the glasses were gone.

Danny was now the dutiful partner, fussing over Craig as he stretched out with a weary sigh. He took Craig's coat and shoes off and went off upstairs to get a blanket. He was gone for a few minutes and we could hear him moving about upstairs as Craig just crashed out without another word, but eventually he came back with a blanket and pillow.

With Craig settled in and asleep we went into the kitchen where Danny made me a coffee. As we chatted I had the opportunity to check him out. He was I guessed around 50, probably 6 feet tall and quite handsome in a rugged, lined sort of way. His once dark hair was now almost all grey, cut quite short but a bit messy, and looked like it was damp. He was now wearing a knitted jumper and sweatpants which did not really show any detail, but I could see that he was just a regular shape, not fat nor thin.

As we chatted and sipped our drinks I mentioned the voicemails and on checking he found that his phone was on silent. I thought I would probe a little and suggested he was perhaps working from home today? He was decent enough to flush a little at this, and explained that no, he had in fact recently sold his business so was just taking some time out to "relax".

I could not help but smile at this which I think made him realise that I was on to him. He flushed up again but I stopped him before he could speak, saying "it's fine, don't worry. I don't have a problem with anything and I won't be telling on you". Although I had no intention of flirting for some reason I accompanied this with a wink. The change was instant. He almost purred as he patted my hand and said "well, aren't you an absolute sweetheart". leaving his fingers to linger a little longer than necessary.

It was time to get back to the office, so I said my goodbyes to Danny and tiptoed past a sleeping Craig.

That afternoon I received a text from Danny, just thanking me for helping Craig out and being so sweet. I replied that it was no bother and nice to meet him. I got an immediate reply that it was lovely to meet me too at last. I replied back with some comment about hoping he had heard good things and got the reply that I was even more handsome than he expected. With that the flirting began in earnest and over the next couple of days the text exchanges carried on throughout the day and resumed in the late evening.

Eventually a more sexual element crept in and soon we were getting quite graphic. After a weekend of horny messaging I was back to work and so was Craig. He thanked me for looking after him but I assured him that I was more than happy to help. About 10am I got my first text of the day from Danny, and it was short and to the point "At home on my own. Want you right now. x" I was thrilled and excited but had meeting all morning up to about 2pm, so told him this and asked if he could wait that long. The answer that came back was "2pm, back door will be open, the house and mine. x"

The next 4 hours were torture but as I parked up and walked into their garden I was trembling with adrenalin and hard as glass with excitement. Sure enough the back door was unlocked and I walked in through the kitchen and into the lounge. A hardcore gay porn film was playing on the TV and Danny was sat on the sofa, wearing just a silky dressing gown. it was open and I was able to check out his suntanned body, lightly covered in grey hair. I was more taken though with the very erect cock he was gripping in his fist.

I said hello and leaned down to give him a kiss. At the touch of my lips he became frenzied, and his thick tongue was instantly deep in my mouth. As we kissed I reached down to grasp his prick, and he shuddered and groaned at my touch. We broke off from our kiss for a moment and he was immediately very vocal, gasping, cursing, begging, which I always find a huge turn on.

Although it had only been a minute I could not wait any longer, and plonking myself down on the sofa next to him I lowered my head again to take his cock in my mouth. He smelt deliciously of soap and musky sex and the taste was so good I took a moment to suck as much of his juices up as I could before breaking off to roll them around my mouth like a fine wine.

Danny was in 7th heaven as he watched this, then became even louder when I took him back in my mouth but this time started to work my lips up and down the shaft. Clearly he has been excited for a while because I was only sucking him for a few minutes before I felt the pulse of his cock and heard him gasping that he was cumming. I didn't need to work him anymore and just held the tip in my lips as he spurted a stream of cum into my mouth. I savoured the taste and smell of his sex for a moment, then started slowly working his head with my lips and his shaft with my hand, milking him of his seed.

Only once he was sucked dry did I break off. Danny was laying back, his eyes still closed and mouth in an O of ecstasy. Licking the traces of his cum off my lips I returned for more kissing. He responded to my probing tongue and we sat there enjoying ourselves as he recovered.

Eventually though his fingers reached the front of my trousers where my cock was straining for release. We both groaned in excitement at his touch, and he mumbled that he wanted me to strip. Between the two of us my suit, shirt and boxers were removed in record time and I was able to stand with my rigid prick pointing straight at his face. He grasped the shaft and licked all the way around the already wet helmet, but as he was about to take me in his mouth I stopped him.

He realised what I wanted, as we had both said how horny we found the idea of fucking in his marital bed was, and without a word he jumped up, took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Once there he pulled the sheets to one side and we climbed in together. More frenzied kissing followed, our bodies wrapped around each other.

My cock was pressed hard into his flesh and I was grinding against him until he had to break off. Kissing his way down my body he stopped to suck on my nipples. With my encouragement this quickly turned into biting, and my excitement went through the roof. With my prick rigid and desperate for attention Danny finally arrived down there and did not disappoint. He licked sucked and nibbled on my cock and balls, making me as vocal as he had been only a few minutes earlier.

His cock sucking carried on for so long I wondered if he was planning on finishing me off with his mouth, but eventually he broke off and, after returning for more wet kisses, he begged me to fuck him.

Taking a condom from the bedside drawer he rolled the sheath onto my throbbing member, then added some lube before kneeling on the bed. His arse was so inviting as I parted his cheeks that I could not resist running my tongue up and down his crack. His gasps and bellows of excitement encouraged me and soon my tongue was pushing into his tight little rosebud of a hole.

With his cries of excitement spurring me on I carried on tongue fucking him for a while, pulling his arse cheeks wide to ensure I gained maximum penetration. Only once I was satisfied that he was thoroughly stretched and lubricated with my spit did I break off and position the tip of my cock against his glistening arsehole.

Danny was as vocal as ever, begging me to fuck him and I did not disappoint. Pushing the tip in caused him to squeal with excitement, and when I continued to penetrate him further his tone changed to guttural moans of pleasure. When my prick was fully inside him I paused to let him adjust, but Danny was in no mood for gentle lovemaking, and started to jerk his hips backwards and forwards, all the time begging me to fuck him hard.

Taking that as my cue I grasped his hips with both hands and began to fuck him with long, deep strokes. With every thrust Danny let out an appreciative moan of pleasure, mixed with the occasional cry for more and harder. Soon I was banging hard into him, making the bed and our bodies shake with the force of our fucking until I felt my orgasm rising, and with a bellow of my own I shot my load into his willing hole.

Once I was spent i pulled my now softening prick out of Danny and we slumped on the bed together. After some kisses and snuggling I took up his offer of a shower. My clothes were all downstairs so I waited on the bed whilst he also washed himself. When he came out of the en suite I could not help notice that he was his dick was hard again, no doubt helped in part because he was playing with it.

With a smile he asked if I had to go straight away, and as I felt my own cock rising to attention I said I had the whole afternoon free.

That was the start of a couple of years of regular meets with Danny. I think we both got a thrill out of me being his partners boss and Danny made no secret of the fact that he enjoyed meeting other men behind Craig's back. He occasionally hinted that he fantasised about what a threesome would be like with Craig, who was apparently very much a bottom, but I refused because of the risk of a conflict with our work. I was not however the only man Danny fooled around with , and we did sometimes arrange a threesome or even a foursome as our special treat.

Like all good things it had to come to an end. I was promoted away from the office and the area but still occasionally met up with Danny until he and Craig broke up and he returned to his native Scotland. Nevertheless he still keeps in touch with texts updating me on life with his new partner. Even though he claims to be blissfully happy he still drops the odd suggestion that I find my way up there so that we can resume our previous relationship!