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My heart was fluttering against my rib cage as I settled myself into my desk chair again. My (slightly damp, admittedly) panties were tucked into a corner of my purse, and the thong was securely in place. The soft foam rubber molded itself to my clit, feeling like a lover’s mouth. It was driving me crazy.

I couldn’t begin to imagine what it would feel like when you turned the device on. Already it felt like the sweetest torture, like a pair of lips softly surrounding my clit, but not moving, maddening me and making me want to squirm and rub the thing deeper into my pussy. I could feel the wetness between my thighs and it was all I could do to concentrate on my morning e-mail.

I heard voices in the hallway outside my cubicle. Suddenly, the device between my legs began to vibrate lightly. I gasped as it rubbed over my already sensitized clit. It felt like a tongue flicking over and over, in a steady regular pattern that was just enough to drive me out of my mind but not enough to actually take me over the edge. I could actually feel the blood in my body coming to beat heavily between my thighs as the soft foam mouth vibrated my clit.

As suddenly as the sensations had started, they stopped. I turned around to see you poking your head inside my cubicle with a devilish grin. My nipples lifted in my lace bra as that smile worked its way through my body and down to the slick wetness that your gift had created.

You stepped into my cubicle. “So how are things?” you said with a slightly raised voice. I took that to mean that the co-workers you’d been speaking to were still outside my cubicle, and would overhear our conversation.

I turned my back to you and looked at my screen. I couldn’t look at you while you held the remote control to the device that had stolen my ability to think and breathe… I couldn’t watch you, because I’d be wondering when you’d turn it on again. “I’m fine, how are you?”

Amazing, that we could have this normal conversation while the juices from my pussy made my inner thighs slick with heat.

As you replied with something noncommittal, I could hear your co-workers moving down the hallway, away from us. Still, I didn’t turn around. I did’t know if I could trust myself.

You came up very close behind me – I could feel your heat behind my head. You murmured wickedly, “You know, that thing has three speeds – light, medium, and heavy.”

Information aimed at driving me out of my mind. Good God, what speed had that been?

You chuckled wickedly as if reading my thoughts. “That was light. Two more speeds to go.”

I nearly moaned aloud at the thought. You must have seen my face because you chose that moment to turn the mini-vibrator on again, at the slowest setting once again. My clit was caressed by the soft foam lips, rubbing softly over me, driving me crazy.

I pushed my head back against you. I could feel your erection. You were so hard, so hot behind my head. Too nervous to do anything more, too aroused to do anything less, I took my revenge the only way I could, by rubbing my head against your cock. I heard you gasp and pull away slightly, but not before you pushed your cock hard against me for one quick moment.

You chuckled again and bent to whisper in my ear. “Now remember, no cheating today…. no sneaking into the bathroom and rubbing yourself. I don’t want you to have that orgasm until I decide you’re ready.”

I whimpered.

“Promise me.”

I nodded.

This was going to be the longest day of my life.

Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I’ve left something special for you in your desk drawer – a little gift.”

I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in spirit, at least. I couldn’t help it. Even being in the same room with you started a throbbing I could feel low in my body, a kind of pulsating ache that made me want to squirm and blush and… You’d always had this effect on me, but even more so in the past few months. And when you began to take notice of the things you do to me, you started responding. God. You started calling me at odd hours during the work day, murmuring dangerously sexy things in my ear, telling me just how many ways there were to touch a woman, and how many of them you imagined doing with me… There were days when I would soak my panties through just talking with you at work.

We hadn’t touched. Not yet. I didn’t know if I could handle the guilt. However, I was starting to wonder if I could handle the hot, wet feeling between my thighs for much longer, either.

And now this morning, this phone call. A gift, for me.

Laughing huskily, you told me to open the gift. “I’ll talk to you later, after you’ve had a chance to try out your present.”

Hands trembling in anticipation, I hung up the phone and reached for my desk drawer, checking over my shoulder to make sure no one was looking into my cubicle.

A small white box with a tiny red bow sat in the center of the drawer. Leaning against the box was a note. I pulled the note from the drawer and began to read.

“I want you. You want me. In theory, nothing could be simpler. But you have a husband and I don’t want to force you into something that you – or your conscience – isn’t ready for.

I want to be able to touch you, to lick and suck in places that daylight rarely sees. I want you shaking and screaming my name as I slide inside you. But I can’t do those things, not until you’ve decided whether you’re ready. For now, I’ve got a solution.

Take what’s in the box. Put it on. Wear it for me for the rest of the day. You’ll see it comes with a remote control. I have it, tucked away safely in my pants pocket. Let me touch you silently, in secret, watching you come apart as though it were my lips, my tongue sliding against you. Let me touch you in the only way I can, for now.”

I was barely breathing by the time I finished your note. I lifted the lid on the small white box to find a pair of panties – sort of. They were really more like a thong, and they had a small, soft foam rubber attachment that was designed to fit over a woman’s clit. A small black box was attached to the back of the waistband – the receiver, I supposed. And sure enough, the remote control was missing, in the hands of the man my body cried out for.

Was I actually going to do it? Put this contraption on and then resume my normal working day, not knowing when I’d be at the mercy of your imagination and your little remote control? My mind went wild at the possibilities. Could I really go through with it? How far would you take it?

I nearly raced to the ladies’ room, the thong in my pocket.

Picture of me catching my wife in the act.

Ann and I were both 23 and had been married for 1 year. We had been dating and having great sex since we were 18. She is 5’6″, 115, blonde, blue. I’m 6″1″, 165. We have a VERY active sex life and have been talking about having another guy join us for a threesome, and she seems to get turned on by the idea. I might add she knows I’m Bi and that I’ve had sex with guys.

Now I have to tell you that Ann gets very turned on by seeing a guy in white briefs. When we are home alone she insist that I just wear and walk around in my white Jockey briefs. If she sees an advertisement of a guy in briefs, or just the waistband of another guys briefs above his waistband, she’s either grabbing at my cock or shoving her hand into her pants to finger her clit.

Well this summer we hired the neighborhood guy Josh, a few doors down to help paint the outdoor trim of our house. He was home from college for the summer and was glad to get the money. Josh was out side our kitchen window on a ladder and all you could see was his body from the neck down, hairless chest, cut off jeans and the waist band of his briefs with the word JOCKEY and the inverted Y all around . I called Ann in, showed her the sight and asked if she wanted to do the 3 way today? She smiled at me, shoved her hand into the fly of my Jockeys and said “Fuck Yes, He is hot”. (Josh is the all American boy type, blond , blue 6′, 170, etc). I put on some shorts, went outside and told Josh to come on in and cool off and have a beer. He loved the idea and came right in. Ann went to get us our drinks and I came right out and told Josh that we were looking for a 3 way, and wanted him to be the one. His eyes bulged and so did the cock in his shorts.

Ann came back with our beers, and to both of our surprise, was stripped, pussy ass naked (WOW). She sat back on the chair and we both sat on the sofa. We sipped our drinks and Ann told us to strip down to our Jockey briefs, which we quickly did. She called Josh over and as he stood in front of her she started licking his cock and balls through his briefs. He got immediately hard as I already was. She called me over and told me to peel off Josh’s briefs and suck his cock to get it nice and wet to slide into her cunt. I tucked the waistband of his Jockeys under his hairless balls, licked them, then took his cock (identical to mine 8″ uncut) peeled back the skin and sucked him in. Ann then laid back and said “I need to get FUCKED”. After Josh and I took off our briefs, I dove down and ate her very wet pussy as Josh shoved his thick cock in her mouth. After a few minutes, I grabbed his smoooth balls, pulled him out of Ann’a mouth and said “Go for it dude, pound this slut with your big thick cock”. He wasted no time and had her legs over his shoulders, slid back his long foreskin and shoved it right into her juicy cunt. They then began to fuck like crazy, I went up to their heads and they both took turns sucking my cock and balls. Seeing his young smooth ass pumping up and down between Ann’s legs and both of them moaning I lost it and stroked off a hugh load of spooge over both of their lips and faces. Seconds after that they both groaned and I knew Ann was cumming by the way her body trembles and Josh’s ass cheeks tightened and he yelled out “Oh Fuck” and I knew he was dumping his cum deep into my wifes pussy.

After a short rest and another drink we all went at it again. with MANY variations (we discovered Josh is also Bi) so he and I had some fun as Ann watched and paticipated, and he asked if we would mind if he invited his 18yr old brother to join in with us in another session, to which we both said “Bring him on”. After that Ann said she wanted to see me suck off Josh, witch I readily agreed to and sucked another load of spooge from this stud.