It had been a bad morning on the floor. . My open positions were red and the market volatility instilled little confidence that I'd be up straight any time soon. My best bet was to swallow my losses and a have a punt on a banking deal that I'd overheard some details on at my "boys" club. Whilst illegal and certainly against the ethos of the establishment, all members can talk freely and no one will betray your trust, as I trader I have no qualms in using information to my advantage no matter who is caught in the crossfire. It was 09:30 and I thought "Fuck it", I'd decided to head home. I made my trades and went to my boss Hannah and told her of my plans. Hannah was 5 years younger than me, good looking and a great pair of breasts that she always tried to hide under her anonymous city suit. Hannah and I had a flirty relationship. I always wondered what she was like under her regulation pin stripes. She would hint that she knew I had a big cock and wanted it. Nothing ever happened; I was married and have an old fashioned "It's for life" view. I think Hannah knew nothing would happen so it was a safe course for her. "It's only nine thirty, you can't leave". She sounded irritated and was trying to assert some authority. I shrugged knowing there was little she could or would do. I was her star trader. Last year I made the bank over 20 million pounds Despite this mornings debacle and the worst banking crisis in recent memory I'd already exceeded my targets for this year. I updated her on my open positions, strategy and made it clear there was fuck all else I could do so I was going home to see my wife. My wife, Amanda, and I had been struggling recently. About 16 weeks ago we found out she was pregnant. A shock to say the least as I'd had a vasectomy to stop this very thing happening. We have a boy already, Hector, and Amanda constantly bitched that it was diffilcult to run the house and raise a child and certainly did not want another, especially as I was never around. I tried to point out that the £5,000 she got each month to pay for the cleaner, au pairs and her Michellin star lunches was as a result of my job but she never listened. I left the office and jumped into a taxi to the station. If I hurried I could get the 10:30 train and be home for lunch. The train was packed, some problem meant there were half the normal coaches. I'd have to stand, why didn't I get myself a driver I wondered for the umpteenth time this year. As the train pulled out of the station I thought about calling Amanda to say we could go out for lunch and have a leisurely afternoon in bed. We'd not made love for 10 weeks as she was either too tired in the evening or not in the mood. I'd not had a wank in that time either so my balls were blue; to put it mildly. The thought of stoking her hot pussy started to get me hard. After a few minutes I could have sworn that I could feel her hot breath on my tool. I looked down and found my crotch was directed towards an older, but very attractive, women. My 10 inches were making an obvious bulge in her direction. Rather than being offended she seemed to be enjoying the view. At that moment she looked up and caught my eye. I had the decency to blush and tried to mutter an apology. She just smiled and began to yawn. As she yawned she stretched her arms and deliberately rubbed her hand on my semi hard cock. She was visibly shocked when she realised what I was conceling. It was then I decided not to call home and concentrated on anything that would send my beast back to its slumber. Before I knew it I was at Brighton station. As I was getting off the MILF came up to me and asked if I was busy this afternoon. As she said this she looked down at my crotch and blatently rubbed me. I flashed my wedding ring at her and tried to leave the platform without showing my semi to the world and his wife. A short taxi ride later it was just after midday and I was home. I let myself in and was about to call out when I heard a moan from upstairs. It sounded like Amanda and sounded like the sort of moan I've not heard in a long time. I started to creep upstairs, feeling like an intruder in my own home. I got to our bedroom and froze in my tracks. My wife was sitting on some guys face. Thankfully her back was to me but I could clearly see her grinding her hips. Then I looked at his cock. He was way smaller than me. This just added insult to injury. I was just about to rush in and beat the living shit out of this cunt when my trader instinct kicked in. Knowledge was power. This was some pretty serious knowledge. So it would give me some pretty serious power. I made my way down the hall to my study. A couple of years ago when I thought equities overpriced I invested a few million in an old master. Never told the wife that the picture in our room was worth 5 times more than our house, she'd have had a fit. The insurance company was more understanding. But did require some very heavy security in order for me to get a reasonable quote. Our bedroom was now a box that could Be locked down. More importantly it had conceled cameras covering the room. When I had it set up I also made sure that every angle of the bed could be covered. My idea was to make home pornos, the guy doing the set-up knew what was thinking and suggested a sound recording system too. It wasn't much extra so told him to turn the room into a TV studio. Now the cameras were going to be used as intended. But not with the actors I has planned.