Talking with Debbie - Part 5

By Daphne Conrad

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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. 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 Tony 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 interrupted 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.