They have discreet sex.

Blondie pulled her camisole forward, sliding it through her cleavage to expose both of her huge breasts. She gently slid off of the desk as he gently guided her ass towards his pelvis. Her high heels reached the floor as she straddled him seated in the swivel chair while parting her pussy lips with her index and middle fingers. She carefully slid down its bulbous head, long shaft and down all the way to the base of his erect penis. She sighed as she slowly moved her hips back and forth, rocking both their bodies on the chair which squeaked slightly from the weight. She kissed him passionately as they continued grinding their hips against each other.

"Honey, I think I'm falling for you," she whispered gently to his ear.

"Blondie, I'm crazy for you," he whispered back as he licked her nipples.

"I want you so bad," she breathed as she writhed her hips even further.

"We should've done this a long time ago," he added as he held onto her closer.

"Then let's make up for lost time," she said as she continued grinding. The office was mostly silent save for the occasional squeaks from Julius' chair and their muffled moans through gritted teeth and bit lips.

Outside, the atmosphere was crazy with speculation, envy, jealousy, contempt and disgust.

"Didn't know Dagwood had a hot wife!"

"I know right? What I'd give to have just a night with her..."

"I think it's disgusting!"

"I think you're just jealous."

"Well...I'd never...hmmmph!"

"Don't mind her. She's frigid."

"Blondie on the other hand is not."

"Yowyza!"

"Mmm-hmm!"

"No wonder the boss always sends Dagwood out for that McClintock account."

"That's that offshore one, right"?"

"No, that's the Pffeferberg. The one he was sent to was..."

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Blondie Bumstead."

"Is she that hot chick that just waltzed in here a couple hours ago?"

"Same one."

"Jesus."

"If you lechers will stop what you're doing and get back to work..."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, we get it. "

"Where is she now?"

"With the boss."

"Nice!"

"Niiiice!"

"Fucking old boner. Luckiest sumbitch in the world if you ask me."

"Well, we didn't."

"Fuck off, Jake."

"I wish I can fuck Blondie."

"Take a number, jackass."

It was unmistakable. They all knew something hot and nasty was going on inside the boss' office.

Blondie and Julius were now deadlocked in the throes of passion. Blondie thrusted her waist back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Faster and faster and faster. Julius wasn't masking his grunts now as he clung her tightly, pressing her bosom to his face. He gripped her tighter as he climaxed. He came inside her. Second day in a row. They were really trying to make one.

"Love you, babe," he said kissing her with exhausted breaths. His heart was pounding slower as they slowly winded down.

"I love you too, honey," she replied. After a moment longer, she dismounted and started dressing back up. He stood up, adjusted his now flaccid wiener and zipped up. She smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt suit and fixed her disheveled curly blonde hair. He fixed his tie as she helped him wipe off lipstick stains across his chin and lips.

"Well, everything seems to be in order," he said continuing the charade once again.