I started noticing him disappearing to one bedroom that was his office or "computer room".. He kept it locked all the time. I was really curious, s... I started listening, and paying more attention. He would go in for 2-4 hours a night, and was pretty sure he was masturbating. I don't just assume things like that of people, but I heard him pant and groan. On a Monday while he was at work, I was off. I went through his keys, and tried them. They didn't work. So I looked through the. I cried out in pleasure, tangling my hands in his shaggy blond hair. He swirled his tongue around my nipple, making me whimper with desire. After a moment he switched to my other breast and gave it the same treatment. He then kissed up between my breasts, up my neck to my lips. He devoured my skin like a starving man and I loved it. He bit my lower lip while we kissed, making me gasp. I needed to feel him. I reached over to tug off his shirt. He broke the kiss for a second, helped me pull it. Sure, a sales associate saw Abigail leave Brett’s office that day distraught but otherwise, the well of witnesses ran dry.There was also a natural angle that Brett’s defense team would look to exploit: Abigail was spreading slander for a promotion, or to take over Brett’s position. I stood up and walked over to the iPod system in the corner of my office, putting on “Youth” by Daughter, a track that always inspired creativity.I sat back with my hands on my knees, allowing thoughts to find. “Here,s Sarah in pyjamas with knickers underneath and I,m totally starkers. She couldn,t stop,staring at my big titties and hairy cunt!” Angie laughed. “Well you Ha pie big boobs and vagina!” Sarah defended herself, and I Wasn,t used to seeing you naked. “You,d seen me in the locker room in p,e,!” Angie retorted. “That,s different with thirty other girls undressed altogether!” Sarah argued. “You Didn,t turn away when I started kissing you though, did you.?” Angie laughed and kissed my wifeon.