After a few weeks of calm, came another storm...

After something major happens in your life, time afterwards seems to slow down. John also noticed this after the events he shared with Sarah in his office. Although she did not treat him different from the same day on, he could feel that something had changed between them. Sitting side by side felt at times awkward, as if either of them felt a bit ashamed. At other times it felt comforting, as they both knew that deep down they were enjoying the memory. Often John would need to retreat to the toilets half-way into the day to wrestle some spunk from his balls, since Sarah would continue to dress in quite a provocative way, as she always had done.
He remembered her words more clearly than anything else; Sarah saying that she would keep the cum-filled panties for another day and that he would see them again. But ever since that morning there was no indication that she really wanted to take the next step herself.
At home the wife was none-the-wiser. John had returned at a regular time that day, filled with conflicted emotions, but most of all, with a raging hard-on. Maybe Mira had noticed that he was especially on fire that night as he pounded her in multiple positions on the bed, but it was not uncommon for John to be like that after watching some porn on the internet on a slow working day.

John sighed, as he straightened his back and took some distance from the computer screen he was sitting behind. He peeked out through the open office door and noticed Sarah sitting there with Hammond, going over some meeting notes from last afternoon. Finally he gave in to his dread; after so many days, Sarah would in the end no longer give in to her urges and would leave him there as the married man he was. From potential fuck-toy to a man on a leash in ten seconds flat. In John his mind the thought was met with sadness, but also with relaxation. Who knows where this dark path of adultery would have lead him in time?
He woke up from his slumber as he noticed Sarah had gotten up and was walking towards his office.
"Hi John!" She said with her typical jovial smile on her lips. "Hammond and I have finished the rough estimate you requested yesterday, but we will need some additional supplies to make the official draft."
She approached him further and John was suddenly torn between paying attention to her words or to the short and thin black skirt that was swirling around her as she walked past his desk.
Luckily, Sarah would probably be the last person to be frustrated that he was not hearing what she was saying because he was checking her out.
"Hammond said that some of that equipment are be a bit costly and that Karl from supplies would not like to give it out to an intern?" She asked him. "He is going to a meeting right now with another team, but did say that you could help me out here?"
John nodded and stood up to walk with her to Karl his office. Last year they noticed some valuable supplies to be stolen by temporary employees, only to be found out after this person was long gone. Since then, Karl had been a true guardian to some supplies. Giving them to Sarah would mean that he needed a regular employee to vouch for the intern. As Sarah moved through the corridor in front of him, he could not do anything but wander with his eyes along the frail body of the young intern. Her blonde hair was dancing back-and-forth across the shoulder over the green, cotton top that she was wearing. The tin black skirt fell perfectly along the curves of her ass and John wondered whether they were hiding a pair of panties that were cum-stained on the inside.
At some point Sarah seemed to notice that he was watching her and turned her head around. As their eyes met, a warm smile sprouted on her face. A smile that gave light into John his darkest thoughts; the thoughts that had just implied to him that there was no future of lovemaking with this young girl.

Immediately as they approached the office of Karl, it was clear that something was different. Inside they found Linda, the site HR-department leader, with an unknown man. The man spoke first as the two newcomers arrived.
"Please do not let anyone touch the device, mam. Our technical department will come by tomorrow to assess the depth of his schemes. You are lucky you found out, as surely it would have continued until something embarrassing would happen. Not a few times things like this have escalated into full-blown blackmailing campaigns." With those words he shook Linda her hand and turned around. A final nod was given to John and Sarah before he stormed out of the room.
"What was that all about, Linda?" John asked. She took a deep sigh and looked sternly at him.
"It turned out Karl was a peeping tom. He had cameras installed in at least the women's bathroom and was checking us out daily." Both John and Sarah their eyes were opened completely. "It apparently has gone on for years. Who knows what information is stored in there." She sighed once more and gestured vaguely towards the adjacent room where the office supplies were stored.
"Where is Karl now? What will happen to him?" John asked.
"In custody with the officers that came with the detective you saw. They are booking him now and he will be incarcerated for violating the privacy of female co-workers and what else you can think of."
John sat down on the desk besides him, trying to grasp the fact that a co-worker he had known quite well for at least three years was capable of such a disgusting thing. Sarah simply walked towards Linda, looking around as to see whether anyone else was in earshot.
"Linda, I need to see those files!" She almost whispered. Linda looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You cannot, Sarah. You heard the detective. The forensic team is coming tomorrow. They will see whether anyone got in that device and what they did. You could get in trouble!"
Suddenly Sarah folded her hands over her eyes and broke out in tears. "No, no, no! I have to see it, Linda. I need to see what he has of me! The shame, it is too much!"
Linda was taken back by the sudden burst of emotions and seemed to finally really realize that maybe she should also be gut-wrenched by the vile actions of her co-worker. Linda has always been a though cookie, hard to crack. But the sudden sight of a woman breaking down after hearing the news had probably made her think about her own situation.
"OK, OK... God knows I have used that bathroom for a whole lot more than just the toilet. I probably should take a good look at it myself later on to make sure some stuff does not come out." She said with contemplation in her eyes. Then she looked at John, slightly embarrassed.
"But I am not sticking around now, waiting for you to get caught. You have the key to the storage room, John. Make sure it is locked when you leave!" She turned and walked away with ****. Just in front of the door she turned her head around. "Just make sure there remains enough on there to nail this guy for life. Let them make nice videos of him while playing with the other inmates in prison!"
With that she disappeared from sight.
John turned his head to look at Sarah, who had her hands lowered again, showing a completely dry face.
"I can see your completely devastated by it, Sarah." John uttered sarcastically.
"Shut up, idiot!" Sarah threw back at him. "I do not care about the handful of times he might has watched me rub my plum in the bathroom. Are you not at least curious whether there is no video of me rubbing your cock until you came into my panties, mister bright? You heard Linda; he placed cameras in at least the bathroom. At least..!"
John shot up from the desk and looked anxiously at the storage door.
"Why would he have placed a camera in my office?" He asked her.
"HELLO!" Sarah said with a too high volume for his taste, while grabbing her tits with her hands.
"Because I am walking around there all day for several months in a row. Placing a camera is easy, dumb-ass. Especially for such a nerdy pervert who likes to stare at pissing and pooping women."
Her words were cutting like a knife through his nerves and he immediately walked up to the door, grabbing his keys from the pocket.
"We are so lucky that I even have this key. I am the only one besides the site manager and Karl, since I am the replacement site manager. No wonder he thought he was safe in there. Thomas would never come down here. Nor would I," he spoke while looking at Sarah, "I got interns to get my supplies."

Even though it was a joke, Sarah found it no laughing matter and slapped John on the back of the head.

"Open that door, moron. Or so help me god, any video I find of us will be e-mailed straight to your wife."

The mention of Mira suddenly gave way to the seriousness for John and in moments they walked into the storage. It was not hard to identify the device Karl had used to spy on people, as it was marked with police stickers to keep people from interfering with it.

"This is really illegal, Sarah." John said to her. Sarah shook her head angrily. "Cheating is not illegal, John. But it will most likely mess up your personal life more than a minor jail sentence." With that she moved on immediately and powered the tab.

With a few taps on the screen she had figured out the complete functionality of the spying app and found out that there were multiple cameras in the bathroom to switch between, but no additional cameras anywhere else in the building.
"Thank god! Now put it down and let us get out of here before we are caught!" John pleaded.
"Look at this, John!" Sarah said with immediate attention to the device. "There are hundreds of videos on here, dating back years. It is even labeled with our names!" John sighed and since Sarah gave away no intention to put the device back, he marched towards the door to walk away himself.
"Look, here is one with my name from only a week ago! I remember this! I was so hot I just had to sit down and run a finger up my snatch after tinkling." Sarah exclaimed from the back of the room.
Instantly the member in his pants twitched by the thought of Sarah rubbing one out. A moment later he was convinced running away was not the right play here and he reached out to lock the room from the inside. Then he marched back to Sarah and looked over her shoulder, to his disappointment to see that she was back on the index page with all the videos.
"Check this out!" She exclaimed again. "A video of Linda from earlier this month. The same Linda we just saw!" She clicked on the video and found the middle stall of the bathroom to be occupied by Linda. She was a regular strong-willed woman of middle-age; Always wearing her blonde hair in a tail and had black secretary style glasses that gave her quite the stern look.

As Sarah was not interested in using the device to watch Linda pee, she was already trying to navigate to the next video. However, her interest was still drawn as she noticed Linda was not sitting down directly. As she leaned against the wall and turned her head to listen for sounds outside the stall, her hand seemed to drift upwards towards her breast. Slowly it started kneading it through her white blouse. Her other hand crept up to the fabric between the legs suit to rub with two fingers along the outline of her pussy. As she pressed with quite some **** to put **** on her private parts, her eyes closed and her mouth opened out of desire.
John looked at Sarah and noticed her gaze was fixated on the screen. "This is so hot..." The words barely escaped her lips.

As Linda was stroking, the fingers of the hand near her breast were looking for the buttons of her shirt. She quickly had them unbuttoned and her hand dove in to expose a breast out of the clean fabric. Even though Linda was not a woman with a large chest, John was still surprised to see that she had no bra to support them. Instead, she apparently liked to have her nipples caress the fabric of her blouse all day long. A thought that excited John to the point that his erection was becoming full-mast once more.

She turned ninety degrees with her butt towards the toilet to give herself some space and placed her thumbs under the waistband of her unbuttoned pants. Frantically looking for the controls to change the camera, Sarah seemed to randomly have picked a camera that was placed inside the toilet looking up. This camera was no doubt placed by Karl to get a good look at the intimates of his female co-workers, but right now the two on-lookers were missing some good action instead.

She paused the clip, clicked another button to land at the wall point of view once more where now Linda stood half-bent forward with her pants slid down just below her ass cheeks. Sarah moved the time back a bit to make sure they would not miss Linda dropping her pants completely. For a moment John thought she pulled her panties down at the same time as her pants, but then he noticed she actually had no panties on in the first place. Linda did not seem to care for undergarments at all, it seemed to him. 'Or was she this horny purely because she went commando that day?' Was the next thought that came to his mind. Next to him, Sarah started to wiggle a bit on her feet. Her cheeks were starting to get a little flushed.

John looked back at the screen, watching as how Linda stepped out of her pants with one leg, turned around 180 degrees and spread her legs in the middle of the stall. As her one hand freed her other boob from the blouse, the lowest hand took again the two fingers and dipped it between her mound as to take up the wetness from inside. These fingers then proceeded to spread this wetness along the lips of her vulva, from her perineum all the way up to her clitoris. As soon as these fingers met up with the sensitive skin of the nerve bundle, she seemed to quiver and seemed **** to pinch her nipple.
The palm of her hand was clamping on to her mound as the two fingers went back-and-forth in a slight circular motion over her clit. She leaned back onto the stall door, forcing her hips slightly forward so that John and Sarah could now see the show even more splendidly. Her other hand continuously kneading one of her boobs or sensitizing her nipples.
Suddenly her hand lowered and pulled her lips more apart as she widened her stance a bit more. Although her two fingering fingers had now-and-then traveled downwards to pick up more wetness, now they completely seemed to disappear inside her. John and Sarah watched as she slowly started to press the fingers in, after which she just as slowly pulled them out again. She brought them up to her face and placed each one separately in her mouth, sucking the taste of them. Apparently highly aroused, she brought her hand down again and placed the fingers back inside. From that point on she was ramming them back-and-forth at the fastest pace she could muster, drilling herself with her own fingers. Her body reacted immediately and her chest started heaving heavily as her breath quickened. Although no sound seemed possible on the stream, John could just imagine the wet sounds that would come from such a **** moving in and out her pussy.

Suddenly she stopped and looked with wide eyes up towards the top of the door. Clearly she had heard someone come in during the solo love fest with her snatch. Sarah tried the fourth camera option and to their delight they found that Karl had placed a camera up high in the toilets, so that you could look just above the stalls into the main area. Sure enough, there they saw, of all people, Sarah moving into a stall and sitting down for a pee. This did not seem to bother Linda much, as she seemed to proceed to jill herself with her co-worker in the same room.
"Fuck that!" Sarah yelled out next to John. "I was actually peeing in a stall next to where Linda was fucking herself with her fingers? This really is too much for me!"
She put the video on hold and placed the device down on a table that stood nearby. Then she grabbed the top of her skirt and pulled it down, exposing her bottom. John looked with utter surprise and was immediately drawn towards her ass. There he did not see the beige, cum-stained panties he was hoping to see. Instead she wore red, lacy panties, which still set John on fire. Right between her legs John noticed a darker shade of red, indicating she had flowed quite some of her juices onto the fabric.
She noticed he was watching her undress and laughed. "I told you that you would be wondering exactly what panties I would be wearing." Her smiled turned into a frown. "Unfortunately, your cum did not look very good anymore when I wanted to wear it the next day. I just had to clean it. Honestly, I kind of forgot about it."
She looked directly into his eyes while sitting down on the table. Sarah picked up the tablet with her right hand and proceeded to pull the crotch of her panties to the side with her left hand. John watched her run the index finger of that hand through her crack to pull some wetness to slide better and soon it was rubbing circles on her clit. Her body started twitching, indicating how aroused she was and how effective the finger on her sensitive node was working.
"How are you now any better than that pervert Karl, Sarah?" John spoke like a wise mentor.
"Rubbing yourself while spying on your co-workers. Maybe you should be in jail as well!"
Sarah looked at him with fury in her eyes. "Shut up, asshole! Sit down, pull your cock out and watch this shit with me. If you are a good boy, maybe... just maybe, I will let you lick my pussy. Until then, let me finger myself in peace, mister morally-well-adjusted."
John was shocked by her ferocity, contemplated his options and proceeded once more with unleashing his cock from his pants. Just like that occasion in his office earlier, his moral guidance had left him just as quickly after seeing the young intern continuously flicking her clit with her finger. Even more so, he had been fantasizing for so long about how her pussy would taste; the mere thought of being able to run his tongue through her love valley was more than enough persuasion to sit this one out with his cock in his hands. Sure enough, he sat down next to her and proceeded to rub himself along his shaft as he watched the video that continued again.

There the fingers that Linda had used to drill herself with had ended up in her mouth once more, no doubt equally to taste her own wetness as well as to keep herself from moaning. The other hand however had resumed fingering her clitoris and the past action inside her pussy had clearly brought her quite close to the end.
While on screen Sarah got up, went out of the stall and washed her hands, Linda started to show that her legs were giving in a bit under the sense of an approaching orgasm. Now that on-screen Sarah was leaving, Linda was mixing it up a bit and sat down on the toilet to rest her legs. Of course her hand never left her clitoris and was still working on the sensitive little knob. Having a free hand to help Sarah with, John touched the pad like he saw Sarah do it before and moved the camera back to the in-bowl position. Sure enough they received a close up view of how wide Linda her lips had opened. In between her lips they saw little strands of white, creamy goo around her hole and John smirked from how hot she must have gotten from her own finger-fucking.
Next to him he also noticed that Sarah was getting quite heated. He saw her hard nipples protruding under the fabric of her top and when looking down, he noticed her finger increasing the pace of rubbing her clit. Her belly was twitching and he saw her legs, which were partially resting on the table's edge, also showing signs of spasms.
Together they watched Linda rubbing her clit for a couple of minutes before they saw that her pace slowed down. As he once again changed camera position from the top front viewpoint, they saw her clenched on the toilet for a few seconds, her legs pressed together as she was climaxing on her own fingers.

"Damn it, Linda." Sarah sighed between her teeth, her face going red from the intense masturbation.
"I was almost there!" She said as she put down the tablet behind her. Sarah turned her head towards John, who almost jumped of the table after seeing the fire in her eyes.
"OK, pooch! Time to lick that cunt clean until I come, ****!" She demanded.
Now was John his time to shine, as he rose up from the table and knelt down in between her legs as well as he could, since his pants and underwear was still tying his legs together.
As a bold move, he grabbed the edges of her red underwear and pulled it down along her legs to give himself room to play. 'She might not like that.' John imagined to himself, but he could not wait to find out. As he pulled down the panties she had pressed her legs together and Sarah had been **** to let go of her clit. He dared not to let the beast wait too long until her pussy was again stimulated.
For this same reason, John let go of his usual routine of foreplay in the form of kisses on the legs and along the vulva. Instead, he immediately dove down to lick along the inside of her labia. She responded directly by leaning back and dropping her head back on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open as she breathed labored breaths from pure excitement.
It was almost too much for John to register, as the taste of Sarah her pussy came in at almost the same time as her delicious smell. It had a distant sweetness to it; a youthful scent that John remembered from quite a long time ago.
While his face was covered with pussy, he let out a soft snort. 'Young pussy does not particularly taste different,' he thought to himself. 'This is just the taste that Sarah has, dumb-ass.'
The last few words rung through his head in the tone that Sarah had used before and silently he just had to agree with himself that he did enjoy running his tongue through this particular young pussy.
From the outside of her vulva, his tongue now delved inwards towards her hole. Softly, yet forcefully he pushed in a bit, picking out the wetness from inside. As he tried to reach a bit deeper, giving her more enticement to moan about, he dug his face into her pussy further. His nose was now touching her labia and the arousing scent of her womanhood was filling every cavity in his head and brain. Like a **** addict, he knew that he was hooked on to this woman and would have a sincerely hard time letting go.
In fact, he started to doubt whether he could ever let go of his new-found mistress.

While diving into her muff, his own hand had found his cock again and started to move up and down in the same pace as his tongue was fucking her vagina. Feeling her wetness increase around his taste buds and clinging against his nose and chin, he decided it was time to up the ante and to give his lover the climax she was now so desperately yearning for.
He raised his head from off of her labia and soon the tongue was traveling north once more. He did not approach the clitoris right away, but instead moved to lick up the juices around it in a circular motion. John felt her body tighten up, as he increased the speed of those circles more and more. He then turned the circles inwards, ever more narrowing the width of the circles until he felt nothing more than the tip of her clit on the tip of his tongue.
Alternating between circles around it and up-and-down movements right on top of it, he began the final race to the finish line. On top of the table, Sarah started to twitch increasingly, until she nearly slid of the table as her ass was gripping on the edge. Instinctively John raised his free hand to her ass to keep her on the table, and the feeling of her soft and warm butt-cheek made him almost come into his other hand. Agile he re-positioned his hand to be of use and placed the tip of his index finger against her vagina. As wet as she was, it immediately slid in and was embraced by the warmth of her moist love-hole.
The feeling of his finger intruding inside her, together with the tongue that was flicking along her clit, finally made Sarah reach the finish line. With violent shocks her body cramped together and her face contorted in a love-able cum-face. Her breath was drawn out with shocks as her hand grabbed his hair to press his face more into her pussy. She wanted to be eaten out until the very last drop of delicious goo. As her orgasm died out, she released her firm grip and instead started to mess with his hair. Her eyes were still closed as to savor every twitch her nerves made in the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Thank you, little ****." She murmured. "They say experience comes with years, but I was not expecting this." Finally she opened her eyes to watch him, his face still pressed mildly into her muff.
He was looking back up at her, impatiently waiting for the next move. Further down she noticed the shaft in his hand, as if she saw it for the first time.
"OK, OK, I will let you go." Sarah said to him as she let go of his hair. As John got further up from his crouched position, she tried cautiously to get of the table. A bit wobbly at first, she quickly managed to stand more firmly. "Now let us try a move you remember quite well, possibly." She said with a naughty tone.
She pushed him on the table, clenched her body against his and grabbed his cock with a firm hand.
John flinched as his own hand let go of his cock and then descended into the delicious known feeling of her hand going up and down his rod.
"I am so close." He whispered to her, as he had been brought near to coming by the video of Linda and the scent and taste of Sarah. "In fact," he continued, "why do you not suck on my cock the same way I sucked on your cunt, ****?" The words came out a whole lot less convincing than they had come out of her mouth. Therefore, it was no wonder that Sarah was all but impressed. Instead, she smiled a ironic smile. "****? I think you have the roles reversed, idiot."
Suddenly she gave a tiny lick on the tip of his cock.
The surprise almost let John blow his load immediately.
"See?" Sarah said with twinkle in her eyes. "Blowing you would take only seconds. We will leave that for a later time when I got minutes to chew on that delicious bone of yours."
The mere thought of that to come in the future would be enough for John to survive another week most likely. Even though the same morning he had given up on fucking Sarah, right now he was again convinced their forbidden fling would stretch for months, if not years.
His cock started to twitch up and down and Sarah felt his balls contract slightly.
"Hold on, honey." She said. "I told you that I am still sad about missing out on having your last load touching my pussy, so now I want a re-match."
After that declaration, she pulled his cock downwards, grabbed her panties from the table and made sure the tip of his cock was positioned against the crotch of her panties. In John his mind-eye, he visioned that Sarah would pull up that red panties against her crotch, her love juices mingling with his cum inside her snatch. With a violent twitch he fulfilled his part of the deal and shot thick white strands right onto the red fabric. It was not that much what came out, but the spunk did make up for thickness and consistency. A small pouring tried to escape along the sides of the panties, running down her fingers.
As soon as the twitching of his cock stopped she let go, folded the panties a bit so no other cum would escape and proceeded to lick the fingers that were soiled with his spunk.
For a brief moment she closed her eyes as to savor the taste. "It does taste like more." She said.
"Maybe this time we should not wait so long before getting down again?"
Without listening to his reply, she did just that what John had just envisioned in his mind. In front of him she unfolded the stained panties and carefully stepped in both legs. Watching him as he was gazing at the white creamy crotch of the piece of underwear, she slowly pulled it up until the fabric was snugly placed against her muff. With her fingers she ran up-and-down between her legs, as to press the fabric firmly against her pussy.
Again her eyes closed. "Oh, that feels so nice."
John saw that she was honestly enjoying the feeling of his cum against her open snatch. As soon as her eyes opened again, she stood more upright and grabbed her skirt. "I just hope I will not drip from under my skirt and onto my chair." She said with a wink. "I think you should put that delicious tool away and open that door before people start to be suspicious, honey."
John snapped out of his dream-state and suddenly again seemed to realize they were still at work.
He tucked away his still mildly dripping cock and placed the tablet back to where they found it in the first place. As they went out of the storage room, both seemed to pause a moment as to regain a normal state-of-mind.
Sarah grabbed his arm and turned him towards her. Then she placed a kiss on his lips, flicked her tongue across them, yet retracted herself before he could answer the kiss. "I taste good, do I not?"
She asked with more twinkles in her eyes.
John smiled and nodded before placing a kiss on the forehead of the smaller girl.
"You sure do, Sarah. And I cannot wait until I can taste you again." He said.
She giggled, almost like a schoolgirl. "We will see." She looked down and touched the front of her skirt. With blatant disregard for the open door of the office, she pulled up the skirt slightly, pressed one finger into her panties and scooped up a bit of the cum from inside. Without blinking she placed the whole digit into her mouth to suck it clean. Then she looked at her partner with a devious smile.
"Maybe next time we will try a less complicated method of getting your spunk between my lips."
John raised one of his eyebrows. "Which lips?" He asked.
She only winked at him and proceeded to walk away.
"Which ones!?" John yelled after her, again for a second forgetting he was at work. It was in vain.
With a loud sigh he shrugged his shoulders and locked the storage door. He was destined to spend the rest of the day with pictures in his mind of either Sarah her face filled with spunk or the sight of her pussy filled with white cream.
As he moved out of the office, he shook his head. Again the road of unfaithfulness lay open for him and he had no idea where it all was going. All he knew, was that his wife Mira was in for another forceful fucking tonight.