"What-what on earth?"
The unexpected voice came from the door leading into the office. With the last droplets of cum still oozing from the head of Mitch's cock, Diane turned her head distractedly to see who it was.
The door to the office was open; apparently she'd forgotten to lock it. Standing in it was a slim, innocent looking girl with long, straight brown hair that fell halfway down her back. The girl was wearing a sweater and slacks, and it was obvious she had an extremely voluptuous body under her figure.
Which meant, from what Diane had heard, that the girl had to be Mitch's fiance Becky.
Oh, well, Diane thought, without concern, and giggled mischievously.
CHAPTER THREE
It had taken no small amount of effort to find out Diane Miller's name and her home address. But Becky had managed; after what she'd seen in Mitch's office that morning, confronting Diane was the only thing on her mind.
It was now seven in the evening, and the teary-eyed Becky stood outside the front door of Diane's apartment, trying to gather the nerve to ring the bell. She hadn't spoken to Mitch, even though he'd tried to call her. She hadn't returned to work, though she'd left a sobbing message with Mr. Nelson explaining part of what had happened.
It felt like the worst day of her whole life! It seemed incredible that Mitch would even have the desire for another woman, as much as he fucked her. But he obviously did, and the miserable Becky was now struggling to admit to herself that there was a very real possibility that her engagement was finished.
Becky took a deep breath and rang the bell. A moment later, the door swung open. Becky gasped as she saw that Diane Miller was completely naked.