He asked again “are you sure”, my voice still shaky once again replied “YES”. “OK then” came the response as I heard him start to piss in ...he urinal. I whispered in ‘builder guys’ ear “it is just my friend,” you could see the immediate relief on his face as he started to play with my clit again. I leaned back against the wall, opened my legs further and ‘builder guy’ slipped three fingers deep inside me. The feeling was immense, I was being fingered hard and deep by ‘builder guy’ in the cubicle. It was relentless. Laura had created this weird, erotic, hostile environment that only we knew about. Everytime my missus was around, she was nice as pie. As soon as she left, the bitching started followed by flirting. It was a head fuck. A few months passed since her confession to me. She'd turned 18 and was sorting university out. I had shown restraint and respect and had even mentioned a few of things to her Mum. Obviously not the masturbation. More the clothing and attitude problem. My. I went to my closet, and put on the first thing I grabbed, and then headed downstairs for breakfast. My brother was already in the kitchen, sitting at the table eating some fruit loops. I really didn't want to face my brother, so I pretended to ignore him as I made myself some scrambled eggs. After a few minutes, I noticed that I could feel my brother's eyes on me.Did he really see me yesterday, I wondered?He hasn't said anything, but would he really bring it up if he did. Maybe he didn't, I. Com/stories. this is a favourite post with a few fan edits as tribute to the originality of the author. please visit Mr. clarkoverns site for more of his great work. I Do not own nore claim to own the characters, plot, or any part of the story that is the authors original work.original story can be found here:http://www.literotica.com/s/my-wife-at-the-company-beach-party***************************************************************************************************My Wife at the Company.