"Sandy, for god's sake, I don't want to talk about my bloody wife. It's you who I'm interested in. Can we have a chat in private?"

"It's not very private here. Where's Mary?"

"She's taken Isobel home and won't be back for an hour. Look, the office is open. Go to the toilet and I'll follow you in a minute. This room is packed, so no one will notice."

I glanced around and spotted the Major chatting with the chief constable. He suddenly glanced in my direction and held my stare for a second. "Um, David, couldn't we...?"

"Sandy, I'll take it as a snub if you diss me again. After what you said just before leaving my house in December, I thought we had a solid arrangement."

"We do, David. It's just that I've been busy over the Christmas holiday. There's the local Women's Action Group and I help run a farm, as well you know."

"I know that Sandy, but you haven't answered or returned my calls. If there's a reasonable explanation, I want to hear it. Go and wash your hands, Sandy, and we can chat about it. Give me five minutes to mix, then I'll be along."

I found myself in yet another tricky situation. I didn't want to lose the support of such an influential councillor, so I picked up my bag from the table. "I must run to the loo, David. Catch up with you later."

He visible relaxed. "Yes, see you later," he said loudly.

I steered clear of the Major on my way to the exit. To go to the office, I had to turn down a short corridor. I made sure no one was around, then darted down the passageway and into the general office. The lights were out but the blinds were open. A streetlight conveniently lit up the room with a dull yellow glow.

I took out my cell phone and checked for messages. I needed to reply to one from the owner of a garage that was repairing one of our tractors. She was a member of the W.A.G. and wanted to know when someone was going to mention the lack of gritting on the village roads.

I typed out a message and had just pressed 'send' when the door opened and David entered. It was a 'sex' thing between the two of us and there was no pretence of any deeper involvement. I had something he wanted, then he returned the favour. When I encouraged him, he jumped in with both feet. Since then, we were both happy with our side of the transaction.

I had perched myself on the end of the desk to type the e-mail and was surprised when David turned the light on. "Oh, I thought you'd leave it off, David." I put my phone down and was about to slide off the desk when David advanced too quickly and put his hand out.

"Sandy, stay there."

"I've got to get down if you want a..."

Almost up against my legs, he reached out and placed his hands on my thighs, just beyond my knees. "Sandy, when did you tell the Major about our affair?"

For a moment I was taken aback. "Um, I haven't spoken one word about the two of us to anyone. Where did you get that idea?"

"From the Major himself. He just stopped me as I was leaving the hall. He said that you liked to be spanked before sex. He said that was the only way to get your juices flowing. I was gobsmacked and pretended I wasn't going to meet you."

If he was gobsmacked, I was flabbergasted. The Major had stuck the boot in, probably hoping to scare David away. I had given David three blowjobs and had been preparing myself for a fourth. On the last occasion, when I dropped around his house, one afternoon for a chat about an upcoming committee meeting, he wanted sex.

I fobbed him off and he make do with fellatio. "David, I can only think he was pulling your leg. Are you two friends?"

"Yes, we are, otherwise I would have told him to go home and sober up. No, I believe him."

"David, it's not true."

"We'll soon see about that. Lay back."

"David, be reasonable. Let me get off the desk and do what I'm good at."

"No..." He put his hand on my chest and pushed. "Do as I say."

"Stop, David..."

He moved forward and forced his way between my knees. I had to put my hands behind me to stop from falling right back. The moment my hands were occupied, he hooked his hands under my knees and lifted.

"All right. All right, some of what he said is true."

That didn't stop him from lifting my knees up and pushing them down onto my chest. "Hold them there, Sandy." He didn't let go until I had a grip, then he leaned back. "My, God, Sandy, he was telling the truth. The Major has been dipped his wick before me!"

"David, don't get carried away. The Major spanked me, but he didn't fuck me..."

"Huh, do you expect me to believe that?" David reached out for the thong's waistband. "I've heard enough lies."

"He couldn't because we were in his car. We were on the way here," I explained.

"Even if he resisted shagging you, he's warmed you up for me..."

He pulled the thong out of my ass valley and uncovered my smooth sex.

"Oh, yes, I like a shaven cunt," he said, then released his cock.

I had made excuses and held out for as long as I could to avoid having full blown sex with the middle-aged man, but the inevitable had to happen. Being shagged on a desk, in a scrawly office, wasn't quite how I had imagined it though. I was hot and extremely wet when he eased his cock into my hungry quim.