Bachelors Only {public use/office sex} Updated

“Once a month married women would put their names in a box to do overtime on the 28th floor. The Bachelor Floor, as it is known on site. Whether by design or luck, it’s an all-male staff of unmarried and unengaged men. At least in the beginning.

This event might have started years ago by the men, or an elected man, picking a lady themselves. Either from inside our outside of the company for “moral” support for those late night projects. Over the years it turned into what it is now. A way for married women in the company to get something they want, need or just a little curious about for a whole week.

One mom or wife or fiancee cannot participate in more than four weeks in one year. Only once or twice has a name needed to be removed from the lottery. The ladies follow the rules rather well, but then they were the ones that set them up. Including allowing moms into the mix. Ms. Nest deemed it unfair to women who had all the responsibilities of a married woman, without the benefit of a partner. But that is getting off topic,” Mr. Coob said with a sigh.

In front of me, he spread out a small pile of photos that showed one woman in all of them, in different situations, with different men. The first one showed the woman, who had short brown hair, with her clothes pushed aside. Her breasts were more substantial than usual as she bent over a table of some kind with a man standing behind her. His cock nestled between her ass. The next three showed her enjoying it with a few frozen stills of her body in motion and with slightly glazed eyes.

The next one showed the man painting her back, and her clothes that got in the way, with his ejaculation. The following shot was of her being held down by her hair, on her knees, to lick the same man’s cock as another appeared to give her options. The next photo showed her sucking one while giving the other guy a hand job. The hand in her hair was gone.

The next shot was of her on her back on the floor and her legs being held up in the air by two men, with others standing around jerking off and a different man fucking her in the ass. The next one showed her being spit-roasted. And so did the next one, and the next one. But all six men were different people. The last one had her standing somewhat funny and naked in front of all the men. She wore a collar and leash, but the odd part of this photo was that all the men sitting and standing around her were fully dressed.

“Those pictures belong to the woman in the photos and her husband. Typically, photos aren’t taken to make sure, at the least, that the husband doesn’t find out. But this was a particular case that was voted on and agreed to by everyone participating, including the husband. The couple has been married for less than a year, and he had been promoted out of the 28th floor the week he announced his engagement. While talking one night after recovering and setting down to sleep after fucking each other for about an hour, they lazily talked about how she was now eligible to be in the drawing while he was out. That then started them on the road to what you see before you.

Every time she entered her name, they had sex like mad once one of them got the other cornered. That isn’t to say they didn’t do in their bed, but a few times they have slept where they fell the night before. The couch in the living room. The floor next to the couch in the living room. In the laundry room, on a pile of clothes on the floor. The shower. Against a wall in the kitchen, to name a few.

Once she was picked, they asked for the privilege of having photos taken. It was to be a trigger for both their memories of an event they shared, even if it wasn’t together. Once the news spread through the floor what was going on, and everyone pulled late nighters. As tired as she was, when she got back home, she still wanted to be in his arms. Not that he could stop himself from touching her. He calmed her soul and her body, and she loved him more for it.”

“At least that is what they told me when we had dinner a week after her last night on the 28th floor,” Mr. Coob said as he lifted the glass of water he had on his side of the table.

“And you are telling me all this because?” I asked him.

“Well, this is an open secret here in the company, and with you now our newest member, you are entitled to be in the know and to be made aware that you can’t tell anyone outside of the company about this. If you are found spreading information about these activities, you will not only be fired but prosecuted. Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Coob asked as looked at me from across the small table. He had taken a seat after he had sipped his water.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Also, I've been itching to tell someone myself, and as I mentioned, this information doesn't leave the company, never mind this branch," he said with a peculiar look on his face before he coughed in his hand and looked away.

“Alright,” he said before reaching for his briefcase and pulling out some papers. “I just need you to sign a few things, and then you can head to resources to get your ID card,” he said with a smile.


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This story also had a number of photos with the original post, but once again, I only picked one to show here.

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I have updated this story. Heck, I updated it twice. I just didn't realize the first one wasn't applied here.

But now it's all up to date. Once I got rid of the photos over at Tumblr for the story and reposted it, I realized that I needed something to fill that void and without having the pics being my only direction for the story, I spread it out a bit more. :)