Maybe it's witchcraft!

My life was now suddenly and irrevocably changed. Everything I thought I knew about myself had been completely shredded by the events occurring on that fateful afternoon. I'd sexually molested a girl at work. My career was on the line here; a line I'd crossed and couldn’t for the life of me see how I'd be able to cross back again. Worse still, I was no longer sure if I even wanted to go back. Back seemed deadly dull in comparison with my current and spectacularly confusing situation.

What strange magic had Joanie worked on me to have me behaving so out of character? What sort of demon was she that could turn a fairly level headed, rather conservative, middle aged gentleman into a cross between a gibbering idiot and a rabid sex maniac in just a quarter of an hour? How the fuck was I ever going to take this guilty secret home with me without my bloodhound of a wife sniffing it out?

Having splashed my face with cold water to cool both my body temperature and my mood, I returned to my desk to find the original stapler back in its usual place. Jim had finally returned it, the treacherous bastard. By returning it, he'd put me in a worse position than it he'd kept it. You see, I'd now just requisitioned a new stapler for no good reason, putting both my marriage and my peace of mind at risk in the process. Could this particular working day possibly get any worse? Well, yes, especially if the Supervisor found me in possession you two company staplers during these challenging financial times. Awkward questions would be asked and my hard earned reputation for prudence and diligence would probably end up being completely shattered.

Of course, I could always take my new and as yet un-boxed stapler back to Stores before any of that could happen. If only I could just persuade Joanie to tear up the tedious paperwork I'd completed and signed in order to acquire the no longer required item, then no one would be any the wiser, no awkward questions would be asked and my reputation for fiscal rectitude would remain intact. But.....dare I risk going back and encountering that mesmerising sorceress in Stores a second time, considering how she'd turned my reasonably stable little life upside down and inside out on my first visit?

The sight of the departmental supervisor doing his rounds made the decision for me. Snatching up the spare stapler, I marched purposefully towards the lift. There was a man already waiting for the lift when I got there. I recognised him instantly by his dower demeanour as being the Chief Auditor, Mr. Black. It felt odd, my running into him at that time; though for the life of me, I couldn’t put my finger on why it should be so at the time.

I arrived at the entrance to Stores just in time to see Ann from Finance leaving with her lipstick smeared, her blouse ill-buttoned and a haunted expression on her face. She looked startled to see me and was even more so when I showed her what she looked like on my mobile. However, she did manage to give me an embarrassed smile and a hastily whispered "thank you" before scuttling away in the direction of the lady's toilet to sort out her attire etc.

Joanie! It had to be. That little geeky minx was into women too? Well, I could hardly blame her for that; after all, I am. Summoning up as much courage as I could muster, I re-entered that den of iniquity formally known as Stores. Joanie was just in the act of slipping her grey cardigan back on and I couldn't help noticing that she'd taken her glasses off to snog Ann.

On my arrival, Joanie gave me a questioning look that most eloquently snarled, 'what the fuck do you want!' That look reduced me to gibbering idiocy as I struggled to come up with a coherent sentence. But then, Joanie put her glasses on, recognised who I was, gave me her cheekiest grin and I instantly knew precisely what I wanted. I wanted Joanie. All of her from her bobbed black hair to her red shoe'd feet. I wanted to be tearing that floral dress from her pert young body. I particularly wanted to be tearing those dark blue pantiehose to shreds so my reawakened cock might gain access to the utter bliss that must surely lie within this quirky girl's lush vagina. Hell, I just wanted to fuck this erotically alluring monster with blue legs.

Not that I said so, of course. What I actually came out with was, "is it okay for me to return this stapler? It turns out I don’t need it after all so if you just bin the requisition form I filled in and pop the box back on the shelf, that will be sorted."

To my relief, she did precisely that. We then just stood there for a while, staring at eachother in silence, smiling inanely. Eventually, a question formed in my mind but dare I ask it? After a short mental struggle, I discovered I dared and said "do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?"

"Ask away, Simon."

"Have you just been snogging Ann from Finance?"

"Well, yes I suppose I have, but she started it. I was still a bit turned on from our earlier groping session so when she started going on about how attractive I was looking in my floral frock and asking if she could she feel the material, I thought like, why not let her have her fun. I mean, for all I know, she might be able to assist me in progressing to a better, higher paid position within the Company sometime in the future so I thought it best to keep her sweet. Well, pretty soon, her hands were all over me like a rash and her tongue was halfway down my throat. Not being particularly experienced with women and so not really knowing how to respond to this sort of thing, I just mirrored her behaviour and ended up massaging her boobs inside her blouse At first, I did this because I thought that's what she wanted me to do to her but in the end, I carried on doing so because I loved the feel of her heavy and very squashy mammaries. Mine are much firmer than hers and so hers felt excitingly different. Anyway, we heard the lift coming and she scarpered. By the way, what are your wife's tits like? I know you're married cos I noticed your ring."

"Compared with yours or Ann's, they're magnificently enormous; but, I'm sorry to say, she doesn't like them being played with."

"All women like their tits being fondled, Simon. The problem probably lies in your inability to maul them properly. I mean, you positively ravished my poor boobs once you'd got your grasping great maulers on them, you didn’t make love to them and that's where you're going wrong. There's an art to boob fondling, you see. When I touch my own breasts, I know just what to do to turn on their super-sensitivity and that done, I'm able to make heavenly love to myself for ages. Tell you what, introduce me to your wife and I'll let her in on the secret. Then maybe, with a little tuition to perfect your technique, her massive boobies can be yours to enjoy, any time you like."

My blood froze in my veins at the sound of this outrageous suggestion. Introduce this most unauthodox of sex Syrens to my ultra-moral missis? I could only see two ways that could go: disaster, disgrace and devorce, or........ an orgasmic, orgiastic threesome to die for.......