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Talking with Debbie - Part 5

By Daphne Conrad (dconrad25@hotmail.com)

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Talking with Debbie - Part 5

Well, I thought that was the end of it, but recently there have
been some new developments. About three months after that final
session I thought it had settled in to a fairly normal pattern.
It became an occasional part of our lovemaking, but by no means
the dominant aspect. I was somewhat thankful it had subsided, as
I was becoming concerned that it would be a fantasy I would need
to see fulfilled, and the sensible, rational part of me knew that
I probably didn't want Debbie to fuck someone else. I know there
are always messy, complicated feelings when a relationship goes
this way, and I actually love Debbie first and fancy her second,
so I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardise our relationship.
But notice that I said I probably didn't want her to fuck someone
else. There was still a part of me that would wake me up in the
morning with a raging hard-on thinking about it. Anyway, as I
mentioned, there have been some developments. Surprisingly these
were not initiated by me, but by my sweet wife. As usual it
started after we had drunk some wine and were relaxing at home.
Debbie was laying across me, her loose work blouse untucked from
her formal trousers. I must admit, the sight of Debbie in her
work outfits is a real turn-on for me, it is almost all I can do
not to pounce on her sometimes when she is leaving in the
morning, dressed in one of her smart suits. So it seemed natural
that I should slide my hand under the bottom of her blouse and
gently stroke her flat tummy.

"Mmmm," she murmured, slightly drunk and sleepy. "That's nice."

I continued to lightly caress her stomach, and brushed my
fingertips across her pelvic bones. "Don't stop," she mumbled, so
I slid my hand inside her trousers. She lifted herself up to give
me better access and I moved my hand inside her panties. "Oooh,
that's it," she whispered. I slowly moved my hand over her mound,
and traced a finger along her slit. To my surprise it was already
moist. She acknowledged this by saying, "I'm a little horny
already Dave, as you've probably noticed."

"Yes, what's got you this way?" I asked as I pushed the tip of my
middle finger into her pussy.

Ooooh, that is very nice darling." She pushed her groin up to
meet my finger and I ran it along inside her. "If I tell you
something, do you promise not to get cross?"

Intrigued I answered by simply unzipping her trousers and rolling
my finger across her clitoris. Debbie has a very sensitive clit
and will often climax at the merest touch to it. She shuddered as
I gently caressed it.

"The truth is, I've been horny all day," she continued. "I've
been thinking a lot recently about those stories you kept telling
me and that fantasy of yours. Do you still have it by the way?"

"Sometimes, not as much as before."

She looked disappointed, "oh, shame. I think we must have crossed
paths then, because I have it a lot now." She looked sheepish as
she admitted this. I hadn't realised this and looked at her with
surprise. Just what had my Debbie been thinking about these past
few months I wondered. My dick stirred in my trousers as the
possibilities raced through my mind.

"Go on," I croaked, not wishing to appear too eager.

"Well, it's not that I want to, you know..."

"No, what?" I teased her.

"Oh, you know, you just want me to say it," she slapped my arm
playfully.

"Well, if you're going to tell me just why you're so horny you
are going to have to say it." I glided my finger deep into her
and she moaned softly.

"You like me saying it don't you? You're a naughty, dirty little
man sometimes Dave."

"I'm just saying, if you want to tell me about the fantasies
you've been having, there's no sense in being coy."

"Okay, okay. Oooh, don't stop," she said in response to my
rubbing her clit with the ball of my thumb. "It's not that I
really want to fuck someone else - there I said it, happy?"

"Very," I replied, kissing her forehead.

"You've got to understand that before I start. You do believe
that don't you? Just like you didn't really want me to fuck
someone. It's just about playing isn't it?"

"Yes, of course darling," I assured her, although I wasn't
entirely convinced myself.

"Well, as long as you know that. Okay then, over the past few
weeks I have been having lots of erotic fantasies, where I
generally act like the slut-Debbie you created, and fuck lots of
men. I feel quite ashamed about it sometimes, but I can't help
myself. I just keep imagining all sorts of scenarios where I fuck
strange men, or not always strangers. Is there something wrong
with me Dave?"

"Not at all my darling. It's normal to have fantasies, they go
through cycles I find, yours will probably subside after a
while."

"I hope so, because at the moment I'm thinking like a
nymphomaniac. Only today I had to go to the ladies three times
and frig myself off."

She reddened at this confession, and I didn't help by blurting
out "really?!" I had never known Debbie to masturbate much, and
certainly not to talk about it. I was amazed, and a little
shocked that I hadn't noticed this change in her. I was worried
that she felt she had revealed too much already and eager, no,
desperate for her to continue, I quickly added, "sounds like you
are having a lot of fun without me. You should have told me
sooner."

"You don't think less of me do you?"

"Not at all. If anything it makes me love you, and fancy you,
even more."

She smiled and gave me a kiss. "You're special Dave. Shall I
continue?" She squeezed me erect cock through my trousers, "I'm
guessing this is a yes?"

I nodded and she continued, "I've got to be honest, a lot of them
centre around work. I don't know why, I think there is an
undercurrent of sexual tension in the workplace, combined with
spending a lot of time with these people and it creates this
erotic charge I feel. Do you think so?"

"Well, not in my workplace which is full of old men, but if you
worked there in those sexy suits of yours then, yes, I'd be
sexually charged all the time."

"As you know, at my office there are lots of temps, so we have
all these young men and women who are always flirting with each
other, so I think that adds to it. You should see some of the
girls I have working in my office and some of the clothes they
wear! There is this one girl, Louise, who has got enormous
knockers and sometimes she comes in without a bra. I don't know
where to look, there's these tits bouncing everywhere with
nipples pointing out. Of course all the lads are round her all
the time."

"Sounds like my kind of girl."

She nudged me with her elbow, "you're too old for her grandad.
But anyway with girls like that and young blokes who are
obviously thinking about fucking her, it creates this sexual
atmosphere. Sometimes I think I can almost taste it. When it's
been hot like last week and all the girls are wearing skimpy
dresses I sometimes wonder that the day doesn't end in a huge
orgy, the sexual excitement is so palpable.

"So, I guess it's no surprise that a lot of my fantasies centre
around this environment. Although, if I'm honest I have been
having fantasies about all sorts of situations. Dave, some of the
things I've imagined myself saying and doing! It makes me feel
ashamed."

My head was swirling, I wanted to hear all those things she had
imagined herself doing, but I didn't think I could bear the wait,
I wanted all of the knowledge immediately. "I think you'd best
tell me all about it, my sexy, horny little wife." I undid her
blouse and slid my hand across her petite boobs.

"Okay, as long as you promise to still love me?"

"Debbie, I'll always love you. I just might want to fuck you more
though."

"Mmm, that sounds like a good deal. Okay, here goes," she took a
deep breath. This was obviously something she had wanted to do
for a while and had been building up to. I vowed to give her
every encouragement. "It is a hot day, like we have had this past
week. I wake up in the morning and I have been having sexy dreams
for I feel very horny and in need of a fuck. However, you have
had to leave early for work, so I am left feeling frustrated. I
go to put on one of my trouser suits but I have found them quite
warm in this weather so I decide on a dress instead. I choose a
floral summer dress with a flared skirt that is shorter than I
usually wear. I bought this dress for that holiday in Italy, but
I didn't wear it as I thought it was a bit revealing. I pretend
that my selection has nothing to do with my state of sexual
arousal and is based purely on the temperature.

"When I get into work I initially feel uncomfortable in the dress
and contemplate going home and getting changed. When I walk the
skirts swishes and exposes quite a bit of thigh. I am worried
that it will undermine my position at work, that people will not
take me seriously. However it is a Friday and work is not busy.
And I am also a little aroused by the thought of wearing a skimpy
dress in the work place. I noticed a man staring at my legs when
I walked in and feel flattered by the attention. When I get into
my office my fears of being the centre of attention are
alleviated because Louise has surely taken that role. She is
wearing a tight top with a zip down the front. This is unzipped
halfway down so her enormous breasts bulge out like two
footballs. The top has vertical stripes which bend around her
curves, exaggerating them even more, as if they needed it. The
zip stops before the bottom of the top, so her belly is exposed.
With her breasts she isn't exactly slim, I guess I have a flatter
stomach, but she certainly isn't overweight. At her age she can
have these big boobs and still a reasonably small waist. She is
wearing a tight pair of jeans and her bum, is wonderfully curved
too. It is larger than mine, but sexy, I can imagine men want to
give it a playful spank. She is standing at her table and gives
me a big smile, her gaze quickly taking in my dress. It is
impossible to look at her, with all her bulging flesh and
sumptuous curves, and not think of sex.

"Her presence and attire seems to have created something of an
arms race in the office, for the normally demure, but very
pretty, Cathy is wearing a tight vest top and a micro-skirt.
Cathy is very slim, so doesn't have Louise's figure, but she has
long, well shaped legs and is quite beautiful with dark, Italian
looks and piercing blue eyes. Even Megan, the fifty year old
receptionist is wearing her blouse unbuttoned somewhat and
showing a good deal of cleavage. Far from feeling exposed, I feel
positively staid in my outfit.

"I go into my office and start answering emails. I hear the two
lads, Tony and Stefan, come in and talk to the girls. I look up
and see Stefan standing over Louise's desk. She is leaning
forward, which pushes her boobs together. The cleavage seems to
go on forever, and I wonder if they will pop out of her tight
top. Poor Stefan isn't even making an attempt to look anywhere
else, except the deep valley between her tits. He says something
and she rocks back in her chair, laughing. Her boobs bounce as
she does so, and I realise that Louise doesn't do anything by
accident. She knows exactly the effect she is having on Stefan
and enjoying every minute of it. I smile to myself.

"Stefan then comes in to see me, to pick up some work. I hand him
this and we chat for a while, then I become aware that as he is
standing in front of me, I am staring at his crotch, which is at
eye level. He has a very obvious bulge in his trousers. I realise
that he is staring at me too, and become aware that my skirt has
risen up while I have been sitting in the chair. I am so unused
to wearing short skirts that I have crossed my legs as I would do
in trousers, revealing most of my right thigh. Stefan is looking
at it intently. It is obvious he likes what he sees, and I think
to myself, 'I could just reach out now and stroke his cock. I
could really do it, he obviously fancies me. I'm sitting here,
staring at his cock with moist knickers and I could do it.' The
thought scares me and I quickly dismiss him. Between Louise's
breasts and my legs he has developed a prominent hard on, which
is even more visible when he turns around and I see it in
profile. It is almost all I can do not to call him back and just
take it out. I suddenly want to see it, to feel its warmth and
firmness in my hand.

"I decide I have to go to the toilet and relieve myself, I am
frightened by what is happening to me. I feel I am losing my
sense of judgement. I go into a cubicle and put my fingers inside
my knickers. Quite recklessly I rub my clit and then put two
fingers in my wet pussy, frigging myself quickly. All the time I
am imagining unzipping Stefan's trousers and taking out his cock
and letting him fuck me over my desk, where everyone can see. I
come very quickly, biting my lip. Then I realise that in my haste
I didn't pull my knickers down and they are soaked in my juices.
I can't put them back on as they are, they will smell, and you
know how sensitive I am about that. I come out of the cubicle and
give them a quick rinse under the tap, figuring I can dry them
under the hot air blower. Just then the outer door opens and
someone is coming in. With my knickers still in my hand I panic
and chuck them in the bin. Then Louise is behind me, saying
hello. I am flustered and push past her to get out.

"I walk back very mutedly, making sure there are no big movements
that might cause my skirt to move and expose my knickerless
state. I sit down at my desk, tugging down on my dress. I hope my
wank in the toilet will have relieved me of my sexual arousal,
but as I sit there, thinking about my short dress and how near I
am to flashing my pussy and arse, I get more and more turned on.
I think of all those stories you told me and how you would love
to know that your wife was sitting at her desk with no knickers
on. I feel like I really need a fuck, probably more than I ever
have before. I try calling you to see if we can meet at home, but
you are out of the office. I feel frustrated, and I want to touch
myself to get some relief. In order to distract myself I decide
to play a game - I will not adjust my skirt down for the next
hour, no matter who comes in. I will just pretend I am wearing
trousers and carry on as normal.

"With this resolution made I can take my mind off it and I start
to do some work. I do actually forget about it as I have to deal
with an urgent query. Having resolved it I call Tony in to take
the print-out upstairs. Only as he comes in do I think about my
clothes. I make to pull my dress down but remember my promise so
place my hands on my desk. The dress has conspired against me
somewhat, as it seems to cling when I move, so as I have been
moving around in my seat, it has risen up somewhat. Too late I
realise I can't look down and check, as Tony is in my office now
and to do so would make it apparent that I know what I am doing.
I have to just pretend everything is normal, but I have no idea
how much or little I am exposing.

"Tony is a nice guy, quiet and hardworking. I think he is shy
around women, although I have seen him staring at both Louise and
Cathy a lot, when they are not aware of it. They tease him a bit,
but he takes it in good spirit. I try to be very businesslike and
hand him the printout. I know I must be exposing a bit of myself
as he is looking directly at my crotch.

"'Is there a problem Tony?' I ask, and then, I know I shouldn't
do it, but I figure Tony won't say anything, I cross my legs.
Even without looking down I know that all of my legs are now on
display, but I don't know what else. Tony doesn't say anything,
he simply gulps and continues to stare. "Tony? Okay?" I enquire.

"He snaps out of it, 'what? Oh yes,' he mumbles and rather
reluctantly leaves my office. When he has gone I look down to see
what his view was. The skirt has risen up to the top of my thighs
and stops just below my pussy. I am both relieved and
disappointed that I didn't flash him. Then I think that given his
vantage point of standing over me he would have had a different
angle. Being careful not to adjust my position I hold a mirror up
to where Tony would have been. And there it is, I can see the
bottom of my bush just poking out of my skirt! He will have had
no doubt that I wasn't wearing knickers and would have seen the
bottom of my pussy. I shudder with excitement at what I have just
done. I feel incredibly excited, and a flush runs through me. I
want to ring you and tell you about it, about how I flashed my
pussy to my work colleague. I imagine how turned on you would be.

"I take some deep breaths and calm down. I adjust my skirt to a
more respectable level and try to concentrate on work again. But
my mind keeps coming back to what I have just done. And then
another plan begins to emerge. I am overcome by the desire to
flash my arse to someone. I think of all those stories you have
told me where I have done this and how you always say what a hot
little bum I have. This becomes my new obsession - I have to
flash my bum! I think of how to achieve it and consider going out
into the main office and getting something from a bottom drawer
so I can flash Tony or Stefan. I dismiss though as the girls are
out there and I don't want to be that obvious in front of
everyone. I decide to go for a walk around the building and see
if any opportunities present themselves. Initially I am
disappointed. I can't find anywhere to do it that would make it
seem like an accident. A man I don't recognise is walking behind
me up the corridor and I think 'I am going to bend over to do my
shoelace, just like in that story Dave told me.' I brace myself
to do it, and then he turns off and is gone. My courage begins to
fade and I think I will return to the office. Just then I go past
one of the little kitchens on the fifth floor. There is a
middle-aged man sitting in there, drinking a cup of tea. He his
wearing a delivery uniform, so must have just dropped a parcel
off. I turn back and pull my dress up around the waist a little,
so the skirt ends just at the bottom of my buttocks. Then I
stride in confidently to the kitchen.

"'Morning,' I say chirpily.

"'Hi,' he says, taking in my legs.

"'Just dropped off a parcel?' I ask him.

"'Yes, they said have a quick cuppa before you go.'

"'Yes, think I'll join you,' I say. I then pretend to look
through a few cupboards, saying aloud, 'I was sure I had some
peppermint tea here somewhere.' Continuing my search I reach up
to the top shelf. I have to stretch a lot to do this and I feel
my skirt rise up as I do so. It is now halfway up my bum, so my
delivery friend, who is sitting beside me, has a clear view of my
naked arse. I move along the top cupboards, stretching sideways
so the skirt rises up even more on my left side, exhibiting my
whole buttock. The delivery man doesn't say anything, but I can
feel him staring intently at the show I am putting on for him.
Eventually I say, 'oh, I'll just have some juice then. I open the
fridge and make sure I bend down very low to pick out some orange
juice. This pushes my bum towards him, and again the skirt rises
up. I wonder if he can see my pussy between my legs. My heart is
racing and I feel quite dizzy. I pour some orange juice and drink
it quickly. I then turn to the delivery man and give him a smile.

"He smiles back and wiping his lips says, 'hmmm, I enjoyed that.'
He places the empty cup on the side and I leave before him,
swishing my skirt and walking with that bouncing step like a
common tart."

At this point Debbie stopped and pulled my hand away from her
pussy. "That's nice, but I don't want to come yet. There's quite
a bit of the story to go yet. How am I doing by the way?"

"Just perfect," I said. "You've certainly been thinking about it
a lot."

She unzipped my trousers and peeled my hard cock out of my fly.
Holding its base she licked the knob-end and said, "You've got a
lovely cock Dave, did I ever tell you that?"

She knows she hasn't as it is very unlike her to say anything
like that. I stroked her hair gently. She sat up, still holding
my prick in her hand. "So, what do you think of your loving wife
now, showing her pussy and arse to other men and walking around
without knickers on and a skimpy little dress?"

"I think she is the sexiest woman I've ever known. I just wish I
was there to see it all."

"Well, play your cards right and you never know. Shall I
continue?"

"Mmm," I said, unhooking her bra, "please do."

"Okay, so I went back to my office. Although I had achieved my
aim of flashing my arse, it hadn't given me any relief. It many
ways it had made things worse and I was now in a very heightened
state of arousal. I knew that if anyone made a pass at me at that
moment, I wouldn't have the willpower to resist. This made me
think - would I really be unfaithful to you? I thought about all
those stories you had told me, and that fantasy of yours. I
wasn't really thinking straight, but I did feel that as long as
it was the kind of quick, slutty sexual encounter you described,
and not a proper affair then you wouldn't mind. And you would
enjoy me telling you about it. So I made a decision - for today
only, if someone propositioned me I wouldn't say no. Even
thinking this was a turn on. I felt as though I had a big secret,
and someone had only to guess it.

"You don't mind do you darling? I am right aren't I? In that
situation you wouldn't mind if I fucked somebody would you?" She
was stroking my prick up and down as she asked this.

I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to here, but assumed we were
still playing the game. "No," I croaked, "that's fine."

"That's good," she said. "I sit in my office, watching Louise and
Cathy talk to Tony. He doesn't know where to look, caught between
Louise's bulging tit flesh and Cathy's long legs, that she
dangles in front of him, sitting on the desk. I don't think it
was my imagination, Louise's zip is undone a bit further than
this morning, exposing even more of those fantastic breasts. She
obviously has a push up bra on as they sit high, round and firm.
Tony was certainly get an eyeful today, what with my pussy and
those two girls. I know he will be wanking about all of us
tonight and the image of him doing that, while thinking of me
gets me even more excited.

"I lift up my skirt so my pussy is fully exposed. Just feeling
the cool office air on it makes me tingle. I can't tell you how
unnerving and yet thrilling it feels to be sitting there naked
from the waist down. It is definitely the inappropriateness of it
that is so exhilarating, being in my normal work environment and
subverting it with this exhibitionism. I dare myself to stay like
that for half an hour, no matter who comes in. I pretend to get
on with work but sex is all I can think about. As I stare at my
computer screen I imagine what would have happened if the
delivery man had touched my bum. At the time I didn't want him
to, but now I keep thinking about it, picturing him sliding his
hand between my legs.

"Suddenly I am aware of somebody standing over me. I have been so
distracted by my fantasy that I hadn't even noticed them come in.
'Ahem,' they say and I look up suddenly, flushed with excitement
and embarrassment. To my horror it is my boss, Glenn. He is
standing next to me desk, looking directly at my naked pussy. I
don't know what to do - if I pull down the skirt he will know I
have lifted it up on purpose. So I try to compose myself and act
like there is nothing wrong and I am unaware that I am flashing
him.

"'Debbie, just to say thanks for those reports you, err, sent up
earlier.'

"I nod, 'no problem Glenn, hope they were what you wanted.'

"He actually licks his lips at this point as he continues to
stare at my pussy. I wonder whether it glistens as I am so
aroused and moist. 'Yes,' he says meaningfully, 'exactly what I
wanted.'

"I remember my promise not to refuse anyone who makes a pass at
me today. Will I end up fucking Glenn? I think to myself. I've
known him for years, and I know his wife. And that is the
remarkable thing - all of that means nothing in my altered state.
You talked about slut-Debbie living in an alternative universe,
well it feels like I have been possessed by her. I watch myself
from a distance, partially horrified, partially fascinated.
Picking up on his double-entendre tone I respond slyly, 'I'm
glad. I'm always happy to help.'

"There is a stirring in his trousers as his prick struggles to
move upright in his pants. I notice it and he knows that I have
noticed it. From the tone of his voice, which has suddenly become
deeper, I know the pretence game is over. 'Debbie,' he begins,
still either unable or unwilling to look in me in the face and to
stop looking at my pussy. 'Do you errm, do you know that you're
sort of exposed down there?'

"I don't look down or feign surprise, but simply respond very
calmly, 'yes.'

"He gulps, 'oh, I see.'

"'Does it bother you Glenn? I'm in a strange mood today. Shall I
cover up?'

"He holds up his hand, 'no, no, that's fine. As long as it
doesn't you know, interfere with work or anything. I never knew
you were like that Debbie.'

"I shake my head, 'no me neither. Does it disappoint you?'

"He smiles nervously, 'no, not at all. I don't see any reason why
it should affect our working relationship. If you want to do it,
that's fine with me.'

"'That's nice,' I say. 'I think I may want to.'

"He wrinkles his eyebrows in puzzlement, 'I don't know what's
going on in this office. There's those two out there dressed like
strippers and in here you are showing your... your' he nods
towards my lap. It has suddenly hit him what he needs to say and
the realisation that he is saying this to a woman he has known
for years.

"I give him some encouragement, 'say it Glenn, I don't mind.'

"He lets out a sigh, 'showing your cunt.'

"I am surprised by his use of this term, which is quite strong
and offensive, but oddly I find it arousing. I chuckle, 'yes, I'm
not sure what's happening either. Maybe because women coincide
their cycles we reach our sexual peak at the same time every
month too. Still it makes for an interesting office doesn't it?'

"He nods vigorously, 'oh yes, definitely my favourite office. If
word gets around you'll have men queuing up outside.'

"I suddenly reconsider what I am doing, I don't want everyone in
the building knowing. 'I don't think I'd want that,' I tell him.

"'Yes, I can see that. I'll do you a deal,' he offers. 'I take it
having an audience is part of the deal for you in doing this?'

"'I suppose so.'

"'In that case, let me know the next time you are doing it, and
I'll be your audience.'

"I am very aroused by this request and I say coyly, 'it would be
a pleasure.'

"'And one other plea - you know how much I hate board meetings,
it would make them a lot more bearable if I knew you were sitting
next to me without any knickers on. Even if you are wearing
trousers, it will still be something pleasant to think about
instead of old Jonesey going on.'

"I giggle, 'okay, that's a deal.'

"He doesn't leave however and just stands there looking at my
pussy. I look down at it too. I can't help myself and ask him,
'do you like it Glenn?'

"'Yes, very much,' he says dryly. 'Does Dave know you do this?'

"'Yes,' I lie.

"'I see,' he says. 'Debbie, you know I am faithful to Caroline,
but would you do me a favour?' A pulse rushes through my body,
and I think, this is it, he is going to fuck me. And my whole
body wants it. But instead he says, 'will you touch yourself?'

"I am mildly disappointed, but still thrilled by the request. I
open my legs slightly and place my right hand on my pubic hair.
'Like this?'

"He nods, his eyes bulging from his head now and sweat appears on
his forehead. 'Now what?' I ask him.

"'Play with yourself Debbie.' He closes the door so they can't
hear us outside, although with the windows I need to be careful I
am not seen. I slide the tip of my finger along my pussy lips and
push the tip of it inside. After all this arousal it feels good
to have some contact down there and I close my eyes for a moment.

"Without opening them I say to him, 'tell me what you want to do
with my cunt Glenn.'

"'Spread your legs and put your finger right in. I want to see
you come in your office Debbie.'

"I do as he says. A shudder of pleasure runs through my body.
'God it feels good. I don't know I haven't done this before.' I
open my eyes and he is leaning right over the desk, inspecting my
handiwork. 'Talk dirty to me Glenn.'

"He swallows heavily and says, 'you are so horny Debbie. I have
wanked about your hot legs and tight bum so many times. All the
blokes in the badminton club reckon you would be a hot fuck, but
I always thought you were sweet. Now I know you are a hot little
slut, who likes to play with her cunt in her office. I want you
to do this for me again. I'll call you up to my office and you
can frig yourself to climax on my chair.'

"I have closed my eyes again now, lost in the words he is saying,
imagining the men in the badminton club lusting after me. I have
two fingers deep in my pussy now and I am working them in and out
furiously. There is a loud squelching noise as I do so. I need to
come now, so I move my attention to my clit and open up the lips
and rub the bud rapidly.

"'God that's it Debbie,' Glenn moans. 'You'd love to be fucked
now wouldn't you? You'd fuck anyone now wouldn't you Debbie?'

"'Yes,' I tell him, but he doesn't make a move. 'I'm going to
come Glenn.'

"'That's it Debbie. Come right here in your office, with your
boss watching you play with your cunt. Think of all the men who
want to fuck you Debbie, all those big hard cocks waiting for
you. When we are in the next board meeting and you are sitting
there pantless next to me, I will be thinking about all the men
there sticking their pricks into your tight little cunt.'

"I arch my back, lifting my bum off the chair. A gush of come
slurps onto my hand and my orgasm floods through me. 'God, oh
God, I'm coming Glenn.' It feels like no other orgasm I have had
before, very intense and mingled with so many conflicting
emotions and thoughts that I feel sick. With one long moan I
collapse onto my desk.

"Eventually I pick my head up and look up sheepishly. I now
regret what I have done, how can I ever work with this man again.
But Glenn is very sweet here. He pulls my sweaty hair back from
my forehead and smiles at me. 'I know that you probably wish you
hadn't done that now Debbie, but let me tell you - it was
fantastic. And don't worry about us, you are the best office
manager I have, I would never jeopardise that. Think of it as a
favour between friends. You want to flash yourself and I want to
see you, but no-one else need know.' "'Thanks,' I say, and give
him a kiss on the forehead. 'That means a lot to me.' "He looks
down at the lump in his trousers and coughs. 'Think I'd best get
to the toilet and relieve myself.' "I laugh, 'have fun. And think
of me.' "He grins back, 'oh, I will Debbie, I will.' "After he
has gone I sit in my chair, dazed. I can't believe what I have
just done. Yet I can't say I wish I hadn't done it, and even
though I feel slightly guilty when I think of you, I know that I
will do it again." Debbie kissed me passionately at this stage.
She positioned herself over my cock and said, "We're entering the
last bit of the story now, so I think you'd better start fucking
me. Do you like it so far?" I pushed the top of my cock into her
soaking wet pussy. She let out a sigh and sank down on it and
then began a slow rocking motion. "I think it's great," I told
her. "I can't believe how horny you are." "Mmm, I know. It's
always a shock to find out something new about yourself. Still
love me?" "Absolutely," I reassured her. "More than ever, you
sexy little minx." "That's good. So, back to the story. After
masturbating for Glenn and having my second orgasm of the day, I
hope it will fade away now and I will be satisfied. And I am
beginning to focus on work and forget about the day's events when
I look up and see Louise leaning provocatively over Stefan's
desk. Her zip is undone a little more and her huge breasts look
like they will burst out of the top. She is more or less pushing
them into the poor lad's face. Whatever they are talking about,
he is directing all of his conversation to those two globes. And
then as she straightens up I think, 'no, it can't be', but it is
- she isn't wearing a bra. She must have removed it at some point
during the day. Her nipples are obviously hard and protruding
through the strained fabric of her top. When she walks they
bounce and jiggle wildly. There is even a part of her nipple area
showing. I can't believe how brazen she is, and then I chuckle to
myself thinking 'I'm the one sitting here flashing my pussy to
everyone.' But even so, I think that out in the office it is
taking things a bit far and would be detrimental to work, so I
decide to call her in.

"She enters my office, and although I have no lesbian tendencies,
I am transfixed by the way her boobs wobble and bounce. She
stands in front of me, looking quite defiant. I think she knows
why I have called her in, and is ready to face me down on it. I
haven't always got on with her, I think her obvious sexual
attractiveness makes her quite arrogant. 'Louise,' I begin, 'I
know you're young and you like to dress a little well, sexily,
but I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I couldn't help but
notice that you came into work wearing a bra, and now, well,
you're not. You're obviously a big girl up top and without a bra,
I just feel it might be a little distracting for some of the
men.'

"She snorts, quite derisively, 'the only reason I decided to take
my bra off and flash my knockers around was because I thought
that was the policy today. After all, I think these are yours.'
And from behind her back she produces my knickers. She must have
seen me put them in the bin in the toilet. I am dumbfounded and
blushed deeply. Enjoying her moment she leans forward and says,
'Tony reckons you flashed him your pussy, is that true?'

"I am determined not to lie today and to answer any such
questions forthrightly, so I fix her gaze and say firmly, 'yes.'

"She grins and declares 'I knew it! Cathy said there was no way
you would do that, but I always knew that underneath your cold
exterior there was a slut waiting to get out. You see, one slut
can always spot another.' She winks at me and despite myself I
laugh with her. 'You should hear those two go on about you.
They're always saying how they'd like to fuck you and Tony tells
us all about his wank fantasies he has about you. I sometimes
think he doesn't notice these,' she juts her ample chest forward
at this point. This is the second time today I have been told
that men are talking about fucking me, and it makes feel aroused
to be the focus of such attention, and all this time to have been
unaware of it.

"I say, 'Oh, he notices allright.'

"She giggles at this, 'well I do try. Shall we have some fun with
him?'.

"'What do you have in mind?'

"'Well, I understand he only just saw a glimpse of your pussy. I
think he should see the whole thing don't you?'

"'Yes, definitely,' I nod seriously.

"'So call him in here, and talk about some work related issue.
You mustn't acknowledge what is going on and act as if everything
is normal.' She unzips her top so that it is only held at the
bottom of the zip. Her breasts surge forward, but stop short of
the actual nipple, although half the nipple area is exposed. 'I
think he'll notice these,' she says, arranging them to best
effect. 'Would you fuck him by the way?'

"'Today I would if he asked. I've made a promise not to refuse
anyone who asks.'

"'Debbie! You are a lot more fun than I thought you were. You're
a slut after my own heart. Anyway, I wasn't planning on fucking
him, it's much more fun teasing him. Call him in.'

"I call Tony and he slopes in looking bored and sheepish as
usual. I am sitting in my chair with my skirt ruffled up so the
bottom of my pussy is just visible. Louise has her back to Tony.
'Ah, Tony,' I say. 'I've just been talking to Louise about the
monthly reports we produce for head office. I would like to
include the sales figures from the previous year as a comparison.
Would you be able to do that?' He doesn't make a lot of eye
contact at the best of times, but he has noticed my crotch and
directs all his attention to it, as if he thinks I won't notice.

"As he thinks about it, I lean forward and cross my legs, so my
skirt rises up. My pussy is now clearly visible. Tony looks
positively scared. His eyes widen and he steps back. At this
moment Louise turns around so he is caught between us. He looks
down and sees her half-exposed chest, and gulps dryly. She steps
towards him, pushing her tits forward. Her nipples are pushing
hard against the zip itself and I think they will slip out in a
moment. She is saying, 'Yes, don't you think that would be a good
idea Tony? I'm sure you can set the database up to do it can't
you? That way we can see how we are performing. It's in our
interest to perform well.'

"'Oh yes,' I agree. Tony turns around and I have uncrossed me
legs, but my skirt is still raised so my pussy is on full
display. I try to continue talking nonchalantly but the sexual
charge in the room is making me feel dizzy. 'Perhaps you can
think of some other figures we might like to include?' Tony's
face is red and his gaze is locked on to my lap. He grinds his
teeth as he continues to stare intensely at my pussy, which is
now becoming very moist.

"Louise continues, 'I'm sure we can come up with some nice juicy
figures between us don't you agree Tony?' He turns back to face
her and tries to speak, but he can only mumble as he contemplates
her huge boobs that rise and fall heavily as she breathes. She is
obviously aroused also.

"'Let me get some data sheets from my cabinet,' I say. I stand up
and go over to the filing cabinet, making sure my skirt is
hitched up high. Naturally the reports I need are in the bottom
drawer, so I am forced to bend over. I keep my legs together and
bend from the waist. My skirt rises up so Tony is now looking at
my naked arse. I take some time to find the sheets and then I
bring them back to the desk. I sit down again and cross my legs.
Louise and Tony bend over the table to inspect the sheets, but it
feels like they are both inspecting my pussy.

"'Yes, I see,' says Louise, pointing to some figures on the
chart. As she bends over she places both her arms on the desk,
squeezing her boobs together. They warp around her arms, so I can
hardly see any of her top now and am just confronted by this huge
mass of flesh. Tony is mesmerised by them. She leans forward and
one of her tits brushes his arm. He shudders and I look at his
groin. He has a large, uncomfortable looking lump and then I
notice a small dark circle. It must be a dribble of pre-cum that
is staining his light trousers. I stare at it, waiting for it to
grow. His cock moves in his trousers and I snap myself out of my
reverie. Louise has one of her breasts pushed firmly against his
forearm as she indicates a figure on the furthest piece of paper.
This stretching action causes her left nipple to pop out. Tony
lets out a moan when he sees it, but Louise just continues as if
nothing has happened, 'I think we could combine these two sets of
data to give some real hard facts. What do you think Tony, you
don't seem to have said much so far?'

"She steps away from him, her nipple pointing directly at him.
She calmly places her hand on her chin and awaits his response.
'Errm,' he shakes his head as if to try and clear it. 'Yes, I
think I could do that.'

"While he has been turned away from me, I have lifted my skirt up
further so it is no up around my waist. There can be no doubt
that it is intentional now. 'That's great,' I say and rock back
on my chair, open my legs slightly as I do so. Louise sniggers.
The stain on Tony's trousers has become bigger. 'Let's put that
into action then,' I conclude.

"'Oh there is just one more thing,' Louise says. Turning to Tony
she hands him a piece of paper. 'I want you to read that out to
Debbie please Tony. You're only reading what I've written so
don't worry.'

"I am puzzled by this and give Louise a quizzical look. She grins
wickedly at me. Tony is examining the piece of paper. He looks at
Louise he nods encouragement and then he turns to me. He does a
deep swallow and says shakily, 'will you fuck me?'

"The bitch! She knows I won't say no. I lower down my chair and
think 'my God, I'm really going to do it. With Tony! I am going
to fuck Tony.' And I really want to, not because I fancy him or
anything, but just because I am so aroused I know I have to do
it. I look him firmly in the eyes and say with as much courage as
I can muster, 'yes.'

"'I'll leave you to it,' Louise says, zipping her top up and
closing the door.

"Tony is just standing in front me, dumbfounded. I figure the
only way to do this is to play the role, to get into character.
So I reach across the desk and stroke his hard cock through his
trousers. 'Is this for me Tony?' I ask, licking my lips.

"'God, yes,' he moans. I unzip his trousers and fish out his
cock. It is rock hard, of about medium length but quite thick. It
feels hot and pulsating in my hand. Sure enough, the helmet
glistens with pre-cum. I slowly wank him and he arches his back,
groaning.

"'Have you been wanking your cock thinking about me Tony?' I
tease him.

"'Yes, I love to think about fucking you.'

"I pull him around to me and take his cock in my mouth. I suck it
down to half its length and then slowly back up again. 'Do I do
this when you are wanking about me?'

"'Yes,' he moans. I am worried that he will come soon, and I
really do need a fuck.

"I pull him down and say, 'Tony, did you like looking at my
pussy?'

"He nods and I place his hand on it. 'Feel how wet it is Tony.'
He pushes his finger in to my slit and I shudder. It feels so
good to have someone else touching it after this day. 'I would
like you to lick it for me Tony.' He goes down on his knees and
begins to lick my pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of my
slit. He isn't particularly good at it, and he ignores my clit,
but in my heightened state it feels fantastic. I let out a long
groan and writhe about on my seat. He continues like this for a
few minutes and then I think it is me who is danger of coming, so
I pull him up and say, 'fuck me Tony. Fuck me over my desk with
that hard cock of yours.'

"I stand up and bend over the desk, lifting my skirt up over my
arse. He unbuckles his trousers and pulls his pants down. He
positions himself behind me and pushes his cockhead against my
pussy. I open my legs a little and with a grunt he slides it in.
I gasp in pleasure, I have been longing for this all day and it
almost makes me come instantly. He doesn't have much technique,
but I am not interested in sophistication, I just want a good
fuck. After a few slow thrusts he increases his rhythm and is
soon banging into me. I am pushed onto the desk with each thrust.
It feels unbelievably good and I am moaning with every action. I
am quite delirious now, after the hours of excitement beforehand.
I look up and see Louise, Cathy and Stefan all standing by the
window watching us. Louise and Stefan are grinning while Cathy
looks shocked. I know it will be detrimental to my work status
but I can't stop now, can't think of anything except the sex I am
having right now. If anything the audience excites me even more
and I shout out, 'fuck me Tony, make me come!'

"He is now giving me long hard strokes, his balls slapping
against my arse."

Debbie was riding me hard now, approaching her climax in both the
story and real life. Her head was thrown back in abandon and she
was spitting the story out now. I was trying my hardest not to
come, I had to, just had to, manage to stay till the end.

"'It feels fantastic Dave, I am gripping the table as I feel
myself coming. Tony is fucking me in my office and all my staff
are watching and I love it, I love being the slut you wanted me
to be. I scream out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming' and this massive
orgasm sweeps through my body like an explosion. My stomach flips
over and contracts, my head is spinning and I feel my pussy
clamping around his cock in waves. He yells out and pumps me full
of his come.

"God I'm coming now Dave," she said as she clenched my arms.

"Hurry up, I can't hold on," I told her.

"God, yes, yes, do you like me being a slut?"

"Yes!"

"I want to do it Dave, I want to be a slut. I'm coming Dave, I'm
coming, oh jeeeeesus."

She collapsed onto my chest as I pushed myself out of my seat and
shot my load deep inside her.

We stayed like that for a while, both if us panting to get our
breath back. She looked up at me and smiled weakly. "Mmm," she
moaned contentedly, "that was interesting."

"I'll say. You're quite a one on the quiet aren't you?" I kissed
her tenderly.

We went up to bed and as we drifted off to sleep she whispered,
"Dave, I have a slight confession to make." I felt a pang in my
stomach as part of me had already guessed what was coming next.
"Not all of that story was made up," she said in the darkness.

I was now wide awake. My mind raced. Even the merest part of that
story being true changed everything. It moved it from being a
fantasy to partly reality. With that one statement she had broken
the boundaries between the two. I quickly recapped the whole
story and my prick became hard again, reviewing it with the
knowledge that some of it was true. I was in conflict with
myself, my rational self wanting as little as possible to true
and my libido, lustful self wanting as much as possible to be
fact.

"It is all true up to a certain point and then it deviates from
reality." She cuddled around me and reached down to feel my rigid
cock. "I guess this means you're not angry? Sorry, it took place
this week, remember when you had to leave early for that meeting?
If only you had been here Dave I could have been satisfied before
I went to work and I never would have put that little dress on.
Can you guess the point where it becomes fiction, and what parts
are true of your naughty wife?"

I gulped down and tried to play along, although my mind jumped
between different parts of the story and I kept asking myself
`would she?' "Okay, well it has to have some basis in truth, so I
take it you wore the dress and were feeling horny. So Louise and
Cathy were dressed as you described them?" "Oh yes, the little
tarts."

Even this fact made my cock throb harder as I pictured the two
girls, particularly Louise as Debbie had described her. "Then I
guess you must have got aroused and so took yourself off to the
toilet for some relief. I can't believe you went back to your
office without knickers on though." I decided to test the waters
early.

Debbie snorted, "not even close buster! It wouldn't be much of a
confession if all I was admitting was wearing a slightly short
dress and having a wank. Try again."

I had to collect my thoughts. If this was true then my sensible,
rather prim wife had been sitting in her office in a short dress
with no knickers on. That was enough to tell me that I was no
longer sure who she was. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the rest,
but equally knew I wasn't going to stop. "So, does that mean that
you flashed Tony your bush?"

"Mmhmm" she bit her lip and stroked my member smoothly. "Sorry
darling, it was only a little bit and it was an accident. Sort
of."

I lay silently for a while, thinking about what she had just
said. "Are you angry with me?" she asked nervously.

"No, not at all. I'm just picturing it."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Oh good. I wish you could have been there Dave, it would have
been great to share with you."

"Okay, maybe you did that, partly by accident. But you're not
telling me you went looking for someone to flash your bum at are
you?"

She looked downward, "afraid so. It's your fault, you're the one
who kept making up stories about how nice my arse was and having
men look at it. I had never really thought about it before."

This was incredible. "You really flashed that guy in the kitchen
your bum?"

She giggled, "yes. It was so much fun. Oh, Dave I've never done
anything like that before, it was so exhilarating! I know why
people go parachuting or bungie jumping now, it was such a buzz.
You should have seen his face when I turned round to face him. He
didn't know whether to look embarrassed, jump on me or just be
happy."

"God," I said, my prick pulsating with excitement, "I wish I
could have seen that. You must have looked so sexy."

"I was so aroused after that, I can't tell you."

So far it could all be interpreted as a bit of fun, but the next
event would change the whole nature of our relationship. Surely
this was where fiction and reality diverged? "Well, that was
further than I ever thought you would go, but I know you didn't
flash your pussy and masturbate in front of Glenn." She didn't
say anything, but just looked in my eyes. "No? You did?"

She nodded slightly, "sorry darling. Don't hate me. I was so
excited after flashing my bum that I wasn't thinking straight."

"But Glenn? You played with your pussy.."

"My cunt Dave," she corrected me, "he called it my cunt."

"You played with your, your cunt in front of him?" I was shocked,
but I couldn't make myself angry. It was by far the most exciting
thing I had ever heard or imagined. I kissed her passionately and
told her, "God Debbie, you are such a horny slut, I fucking love
you."

She was wanking me hard now, "and you don't mind that I promised
to do it again? Or that I won't be wearing any knickers at the
next board meeting?"

"No," I said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you darling, I'm really looking forward to it. So do you
think that is the last bit of truth?"

I was confused, "it has to be doesn't it, or else it's all true."

"Not quite. I didn't fuck Tony, but Louise and I teased him like
I said. You should have seen her Dave, those enormous melons
bursting out of her top. I sat there showing Tony my pussy and I
flashed them my arse by the filing cabinet, but that was it, they
left after that. If he had asked me to fuck him though I don't
think I could have said no, I was so aroused. Would you have
minded darling, would you have been upset if Tony had fucked your
wife over her desk?"

"No!" I shouted as I started to come. Debbie ducked her head
under the duvet and took my ejaculating cock in her mouth and
swallowed down the cum. This is something she has never done
before and it sent me into a delirium, thrashing around on the
bed as she drained it.

I took a deep gasp as I finished coming. She brought her head up
and smiled triumphantly at me.""Gotcha!" she said. "Of course I
didn't do any of those things! You are a sick perv for thinking
your wife would do all that! I just wanted to know how you would
react. Now I know." With that she turned her back and went to
sleep. I lay awake for a long time wondering whether these new
version of events was the real one, and she had invented it all,
or whether she had just added that in to confuse me. It was a
sign of just how disorientating the whole evening had been that I
was no longer sure whether my wife had masturbated for her boss
or not. And even worse, whether I wanted it to be true or not.

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