Pencil skirt, front zip blouse.

Harry squinted from the sudden brightness as he opened his eyes and watched, entranced, as Lottie slid a pencil skirt up her toned legs. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin. She ensured her front zipped top smoothed along her stomach and the zip was entirely up. She kept any hint of cleavage hidden but still highlighted her assets. His heart beat faster in anticipation, but she put an oversized cardigan on over the top, instantly calming him down. He wondered how Charlie and Ron would react when they saw her at work.

Lottie was determined to take a stand and make sure that Charlie did his part of the work. However, this meant going back on her promise from the day before, and she knew it would require more than just words to get him to change his behaviour. She could only hope that the confident and cocky Charlie she had first met had gone, but at the same time, she feared that any actions like yesterday could make matters worse.

As Harry stepped into the office, an undeniable tension hung in the air like smoke. Ron and Charlie aimed their attention towards Lottie with a burning intensity. Clearly, they had stopped looking at Lottie as their boss and viewed her as some kind of prize to be won. Despite all this, Lottie somehow still exuded an aura of strength and power. He knew she was still the one in charge even though she had changed her attitude and outlook.

Harry’s mind raced with terror and excitement when he thought about Lottie’s new role. When it first happened, Harry worried that their marriage's power dynamic might be skewed. Still, Lottie made it clear that her trust in him remained unwavering no matter what had changed at work. Yet the last few days had been filled with both thrilling new opportunities and moments of doubt as Harry found himself slipping away from his position of dominance, yet strangely, he felt himself savouring this newfound freedom shed found.

Lottie called Charlie in first thing, and he knew the previous day's events could not go without mention. She had flaunted her perfect breasts at him, and it had backfired; she broke down under his gaze. He knew she wanted him to stop bugging Harry, but he sensed he could get something out of her in return. As they stepped into the office, Lottie removed her cardigan and placed it on the back of her chair before sitting upright to make use of her assets that day. "Take a seat, Charlie. I just need to discuss a mistake I made yesterday. I can't have you relying on Harry all the time--you both have enough work as it is."

Charlie took in the sight before him, relishing it but was prepared. He wouldn't concede with a simple move she'd already used. "I understand, Lottie, but that's not what you said yesterday; I don't see how it's fair for you to tell me one thing, head home to your husband and then change your mind."

The atmosphere tensed as Lottie paused, her gaze intensifying. She raised a hand slowly and began pulling at the zipper of her top, letting it drop slowly until she revealed the view he had the day before. A devious smirk appeared as his gaze drifted to her chest. "Look, I can help you out a bit more, but you'll have to give it your best effort instead of half-assing it," she told him. "And you'll eventually get the hang of it, right Charlie.?"

"I understand, but I think you'd need to take a step further to really get through to me." Charlie's words hung in the air between them, heavy with anticipation. His voice was smooth as silk, driving his unspoken demand to lower the zip further. Lottie felt a painful tug inside her, knowing that if she accepted, she'd be going against everything her marriage represented. But then again, Harry seemed to like what happened yesterday. Yet, she had to take the lead rather than follow Charlie to remain in control of this situation.

With a steely determination, she straightened her posture. She leaned forward on her desk, her ample cleavage bursting out of her top as her arms crossed each other. In a stern voice, she retorted, "I think I can give you the attention you need. But you have to promise me you'll give me 100%."

Charlie paused, taken aback a little by Lottie's assertiveness. He looked up at her with new respect before finally breaking his gaze away, silently agreeing to her terms. "I won't let you down," he said, rising from his chair.

As he slowly pivoted to the door, Lottie, on instinct, a hidden desire to get a reaction from Harry like she had the night before, Suddenly felt her fingers glide along her zipper and with one smooth motion, it fell open, exposing all of her curvaceous cleavage and lacy bra. Trying to disguise her growing excitement, she purred, "And Charlie, after the team's break, why don't you come back to my office so I can get you up to speed?". Charlie's face dropped. "And shut the door on your way out. Thank you, Charlie."

Harry watched as Charlie left the office, expecting him to drop off his task on Harry's desk, but instead, he went straight to his own. It was as if Charlie was going to work, and it wasn't until five minutes later that Harry realised that Charlie was, in fact, working. In disbelief, Harry got up and walked over. "Alright, Charlie? Need a hand, or you okay?".

Charlie looked up. "I'm good, thanks. Just cracking on. We both have plenty to get on with,"

Harry said, in surprise at his abrupt new attitude. "Yeah, yeah, I guess we do," as he returned to his desk, he stopped, feeling the need to check on Lottie.

Lottie's eyes flamed with a hidden passion as she stared Harry down and commanded him to shut the door. Her cardigan was gone resting on her chair still. Her unzipped top revealed her lacy bra and the voluptuous curves of her cleavage, inciting an urgent desire in Harry. She kissed him passionately, and the taste of her lips sent electricity coursing through his body. "You did this for him," he whispered between kisses.

Lottie immediately silenced him by grabbing his pants bulge, "Mhmm baby, I wasn't sure if you'd mind," she purred into his ear, "but I can feel how much you like it." His hard cock made it clear his thoughts on his exhibitionist wife.

"I don't know how I can wait till tonight to have you, Harry. I need you now," her computer chimed before she could unzip his pants; a Teams call was coming in. As they quickly gathered themselves, Lottie spoke softly: “We’ll have to continue this later. I’m sorry.” Charlie responded.

“It’s okay, baby—it will be worth the wait, I know it.” Had she really given Charlie a full view of her breasts, he wondered if that was all there was. Would she have taken it further without him? Would she even if he said no? Had she already done it? He knew she loved him completely, yet his heart was still filled with fear and... Lust. He tried to push the thoughts aside, telling himself that this was just an adventure for work, but he couldn’t help feeling as if something more was happening between them. As they journeyed through life together, could they both be discovering a new side of each other even after all this time?

As Lottie got to her computer, the Teams call disappeared. Sitting down, she saw it was Charlie who had called. The text chat opened, "Sorry, I accidentally hit call. I hope I didn't interrupt anything vital between you and Harry.”

Lottie nervously replied, “Oh, everything is fine here. We were just discussing work-related matters.”

Charlie responded with a hearty laugh, “I sure hope so! I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important between you two.”

Lottie's cheeks flushed. How could he have such an impact on her so quickly? “No, it's fine. We were just discussing our projects and preparing for the upcoming meeting”. The Lust and heat deep within Lottie were only growing after their earlier meeting. She knew Charlie was playing with her. 1 step forward, 2 back, she thought to herself.

Lottie felt she had made progress on getting Charlie to start working. Yet, somehow he had not only turned her on immensely earlier, but he'd also interrupted a moment, a chance for her to get a release and to confirm that Harry really was okay with everything. She knew he enjoyed it, but would he cope with her flaunting her body to his co-workers? She also needed a release, to her despair, maybe with or without knowing Charlie had denied her.

The breakroom clock struck, And Harry and Ron got up to leave. Harry for the office, Ron for the toilets hoping to lose 5 more minutes of the day. Ron was surprised that Charlie wasn't joining him as usual to waste some time. He hadn't even left his desk for the break. He was so engrossed in what Charlie could have been up to that he bumped into Lottie, who had stopped in her tracks, seemingly mesmerised by her thoughts.

Ron, awestruck by the adjustments she had made since he'd first seen her this morning, watched as she suddenly realised how revealing her changes had been and quickly went to bring her zipper up. "Don't worry too much darling nothing wrong with feeling comfortable at worry, is there?" She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as he spoke. His words stabbed at her, dripping with a malicious insinuation that she should keep her body on display for all to behold. A sudden thrill coursed through her veins, and she stood tall, dropping her hands to her sides and forcing a friendly yet accepting smile onto her lips. Her body was trembling in anticipation.

"Thank you, Ron," she stammered.

"There's no need for thanks; a woman like you should have the confidence to dress however she likes," he replied.

Still flustered, she said, "I know, but maybe it's too revealing?".

He laughed and answered, "A bit of skin is hardly inappropriate—it probably would've motivated me twenty years ago!" Ron's tempting words made Lottie's face flush.

"Well, 20 years ago, I would have done my utmost," she said with a smile whilst chiding herself her egging him on.

"I can promise you would've succeeded; even back then, I had a thing for long legs." Just hearing it caused Lottie to feel a heat wave throughout her body. She desperately wanted out of the situation while another place within her wanted to lift her skirt, even to bring the hem up an inch or two. This fire inside her had been growing since she'd lowered the zipper of her top for Charlie.