I watched the footage from the hidden camera and smiled. Looking at the time stamp she must have phoned her lover as soon as I'd left the office for the night.
I never suspected my secretary was having an affair until about a week before. I knew she often volunteered to work late and lock the office, but I thought she just wanted to make a good impression. Then one night I'd started to drive home and realized I'd forgotten some papers I needed for a meeting the following morning. When I drove back to the office and pulled into the car-park I spotted a saloon I didn't recognize parked close to Janice's car. I parked a little way away and let myself into the main entrance, going up the stairs quietly so she wouldn't hear me.
When I reached the outer office door I waited and listened. I could hear her moaning, and I was just able to see a man sitting on her desk through a chink in the blinds. Shutting one eye to focus on the gap in the blinds I saw Janice sitting in her chair, her head between the man's legs moving back and forth as she sucked him off. His trousers were round his ankles and her short blond hair was rubbing against the inside of his legs as she eagerly took him deep down her throat.
I could have just busted her then and there, but as I watched an idea formed in my mind. She was an attractive woman, young, the kind of woman who would never give a middle-aged man like me a second look. And the sight of her sucking off some young stud had started to get me hard.
Since my divorce had been finalized a few months before I'd dated a few women, but none of the relationships had turned sexual. Normally I'd moved on after a couple of dates: most women interested in me were too old for my liking. I dreamed of younger girls, the kind with pert breasts and long slender legs.
Janice was attractive in a reserved kind of way but she never made the best of herself. Normally she wore unflattering clothes, pulling her hair back in an austere, guarded way. Of course I'd fantasized about her, I fantasized about a lot of women, but somehow I couldn't see me bedding her.
But watching her sucking off got me hard. She looked different, very sexy in her open blouse and her lace bra. I knew I could fire her on the spot if I got evidence of her indiscretions, and getting evidence would also give me power over her.
It was then I thought about planting a hidden camera in her office. I was amazed how easy it was to get that type of technology over the Internet, and only a few days later I'd received the camera kit and had rigged it up so it filmed her desk.
The following morning I checked the footage and I wasn't disappointed. Once again he was sitting on the desk while she sucked his cock, her blouse open and her hand between her legs as she worked her pussy. She was a skilled lover. She didn't let him shoot into her mouth, just before he was about to come she pulled away and pushed him backwards onto her desk, hitching her skirt and guiding his cock between her legs as he thrust his hips into her. I looked at her long legs, catching my breath as I realized she was wearing suspenders but no panties.
I tuned off the computer screen and went into her office. She was sitting behind her desk looking restrained and professional, her long skirt pulled tight around her legs and her knees together.
"Janice?"
She looked up enquiringly.
"Could you come into the office for a moment?"
She followed me into my office and stood in front of my desk. I sat down and looked at her.
"Have you got a boyfriend?" "Pardon?" She looked stunned.
"A boyfriend?"
