Difficult, busy day travel is finally over. I returned to the hotel room, took a bath with pleasure, and just got ready to go to bed, they knocked on the door. On the threshold stood Olya - my boss's assistant. Slim pretty blonde 25 years.

“What happened?” I asked with difficulty suppressing the irritation, feeling that my restless boss had sent the girl to me with another business assignment.

- Igor Vasilievich told me to come. Are you tired. And he ... well, he asked me to help you relax. I am ready to fulfill any of your desires and whims ..., - she embarrassed looked down at the floor.

“I don't understand,” I answered, bewildered.

Olya did not explain anything, but simply dialed the number and quickly said into the phone:

- Igor Vasilyevich, tell him yourself, - and gave me a mobile phone

I heard a hurried voice of Igor.

- Olya my come?

- Yes...

- Vit, absolutely can not speak. Olga till the morning is completely at your disposal. Without objections! And do not pity her. Exploit to the full! Tomorrow will sleep! Everything! Disconnect ...

Seconds 20 I stupidly listened to the whistles in the tube, struck by the realization of what happened. To say that I was dumbfounded means to say nothing. Of course, Olya was probably the subject of sexual fantasies of most men in our office. But these fantasies were baseless, as Olya’s reputation of the girl was highly moral and impregnable. She was married, proud of her 3-year-old daughter, and in every way emphasized her strong commitment to family values. And here it is! Olya noticed my confusion and spoke first:

- Vitali, I can not disobey him. You are not obliged to use his offer, but I must spend this night with you. If you want, we can just go to bed. Or talk, or ... whatever you want.

- But why?!

- I can `t answer you. Sorry. This is not only my secret.

- He ... forces, blackmails you?

- Not. Everything is very difficult. Please, no more questions! Let's dwell on the fact that I am here and that I am ready to do everything that you ask.

- But I'm not ready.

- Not scary. You can handle it - Olga smiled radiantly and looked at her watch, - Oh, already 10, and I have to undress.

Ignoring me, she went to the center of the room and slowly began to take off her clothes. Having gracefully bent, she unzipped the back zipper on her strict pencil skirt, after which she slowly lowered it to the middle of her thighs. Then the skirt itself slid down the long, slender legs, gathering around the ankles in the harmonica. Olya stepped over her and put her left foot on the arm of the chair. The thinnest stocking rolled over the smooth skin, pulled it off the foot, lifted it to the level of the chest with three fingers and just opened the hand, letting the stocking fall onto the carpet. Then she did the same with the second one. Without any pause, the girl unbuttoned the buttons and took off her blouse, remaining in snow-white panties and bra, especially attractive in its simplicity. All this time, the olies of the movement were completely deprived of the sexuality with which the strippers stripped. She did it trivially, but in this mundane there was so much eroticism that I was instantly excited. Not concealing my admiration, I looked at the magical bends of her body, at her raised chest, at the golden-tanned skin, with which the girl’s underwear contrasted so temptingly. I looked forward to a sequel, but it did not follow. Olya understood this and quietly asked:

- I should not have to undress immediately completely. But if you want, can I remove the rest?

Suppressing the temptation to immediately shout “yes,” I shook my head.

- In vain you, - even the girl said offendedly, - I see what you want.

“Of course I want!” I snapped nervously, “But all this is somehow wrong. Totally wrong! Is abnormal!

Olya looked at me searchingly for a long time and answered very quietly, almost in a whisper:

- WHAT is normal, Vitya? This is all human hypocrisy. I do not want to offend you, but you did watch me undressing? Did not run away, did not stop, but watched. And you liked it. So you're crazy? Not. Is it not normal when 2 people engage in anal sex, or whip each other with lashes? Not if they both like it. If there is no abuse of personal freedom. Or the husband watches another man make love to his wife. This is normal for all three, if it suits all three. And does the opinion of others matter to them? Also no! They do not force others to follow their example. They are honest with each other and towards others.

- This is true. But you contradict yourself. After all, the chief made you come to me. And undress in front of me at exactly 10! Is this not a violation of personal freedom?

- And who told you that I am against?

- So you ... you yourself want to be his ... sex toy?

- Does not fit in my head? It's clear. Just accept that all people are different. No need to equal all by itself.

For me, it finally became clear the nature of the boss's relationship with the assistant. There was nothing much to cover, but I continued:

- And your husband? Is it fair to him? After all, if he finds out everything, he will not be pleased!

“You just don't know everything.” Igor gave me a husband on his 25th birthday. And then he gave us a baby for the wedding. Mashunya is his daughter. Well, - she threw up her hands with distress, - spoke out too much. Forget it all. And promise no one will know! Even Igor Va ...

- Ol, stop it! This is what you can really offend me!

- Sorry. Stop talk about this.

- Closed. And what's next for you?

- If in half an hour you do not ask me to strip completely, then I will have to do it myself.

She sat in a chair in front of me, stretching her legs. For a long time I collected my thoughts, looking with my heart pounding at my half-naked counterpart.

- And often do you carry out such orders?

- Not really. I would like more.

- And the husband knows everything?

- Of course. I always tell him everything in detail. He and Igor Vasilyevich too.

- The head does not fit, to be honest.

- It will pass, - the girl suddenly looked intently at the bump on my shorts, quickly moved close to me and put her hand on my dick, - Vit, you are excited. Do you want me to help you?

I have already with great difficulty restrained my base instincts. I felt the heat of her enticingly close body, my head was fogged by the subtle scent of her perfume. I wanted to immediately pounce on Olga, tear off the remnants of her clothes and seize her flesh. But what next? How can I then look into the eyes of my wife, my beloved wife? How can I calmly answer her innocent question: "Dear, how was your trip?" I have never been able to lie to my spouse. She immediately felt a lie. Am I ready to destroy my cozy family hearth for the sake of momentary satisfaction of my lust? I understood that if I did not immediately get rid of my seductress, then I would not be able to resist her charms. I wanted to resolutely put the girl out the door, but instead a miserable flowed from my lips:

- Olya, I think you had better go ...

- Vit, I can not. If I leave, punishment will await me.

- What is the punishment?

- I disobeyed only once for all time. And you better not know what followed.

- But no one will know! I promise.

- You do not understand. Igor Vasilyevich nothing to do with. If he does not punish me, then I ... will punish myself!

- This makes no sense!

- You need to relax.

She got up, took a bottle of whiskey from the mini-bar and poured the amber liquid into 2 glasses on the coffee table. At the same time she stood back to me. Her smooth convex ass was only a few dozen centimeters from my face. This was the last straw. I grabbed Olya behind the waist and threw her on the bed. She gave herself to me immediately, all without reserve. Tearing off her bra, I eagerly started ...