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Subject: {ASSM} I M @ Work {MF Rom Humor}
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 18:10:02 -0400
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I don't know how my wife and I manage to stay married. We never seem to
spend much time together. She's a successful real estate agent, who
frequently works evenings and weekends, while I'm an investment broker who
works banker's hours. While I love my job, I'm usually so busy at work I can
't always take time to call my wife to let her know that I miss her.
Fortunately we have a pair of web cams - one on my work machine and one at
home. So if I can't see my wife in the evenings because she's working, I can
always see her during the day on our web cam.



After one particularly busy weekend, where she was home long enough only to
grab a few winks of sleep, I was particularly grumpy. When you're used to
having sex an average of once every 18 hours, going for three whole days was
pure agony. To make matters worse the market had moved in a direction I hadn
't anticipated. I was having a bad day all around.



Just before lunch, I saw the familiar window pop up on the screen. There was
my wife, cuddled up in a blanket. "I miss you" showed up in her messenger
window. I smiled back and told her, "I miss you too."



She typed, "Are you alone?" I looked around and didn't see anyone standing
around, so I typed, "Yes. Why?"



With a flip of her wrist, she tossed the blanket away. There she sat with
nothing on but a smile. She sucked on her finger suggestively and then moved
it out of sight of the camera. It was easy to guess what she was doing.



As luck would have it, my most important client chose that moment to call
me. While he was chewing me out for not predicting the market's latest turn
of events, my wife continued to play with herself. It was almost impossible
to concentrate on the phone call.



Every so often, she'd suck her finger and move it out of the camera's range.
I could tell she was getting excited by the way her breasts were moving
around. Then she reached beside her computer and grabbed something that I
couldn't quite see.



When her hand came back into view, I recognized her favorite toy. She
quickly put it to use. So while my client was continuing to ream my ass out,
I typed "Amusing yourself? :)" on the screen.



With great difficulty, she reached out with one hand - the other one was
very busy - and hunt-and-pecked "*pbth*" on the keyboard. I laughed at her
virtual raspberry.



Unfortunately, my client heard this and told me this is a serious matter and
continued his tirade. I just sat there mesmerized by what I saw on the
screen and randomly mumbling apologies to my client on the phone. Then I saw
a message pop on another window. It was a news bulletin about one of the
stocks I had been recommending.



Reluctantly I pulled my attention from my wife and interrupted my client. I
reminded him that I recommended that he buy this particular stock. He
grumbled yes and I told him that the company was about to be bought out by
Microsoft for a price that was about three times what he paid.



He stopped his tantrum, apologized and hung up. I gazed at my wife on the
computer screen and smiled. She looked like she was about to cum. Her head
was thrashing from side to side. Then I watched her body shudder in ecstasy.



I blew her a kiss. When she regained her composure, she typed, "Cumming home
for lunch?" I nodded my head and typed "Definitely :)".

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