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I was quickly brought back to earth; what was the time? I had only an hour for lunch and it was 2-35 already. I’d been due back at two! Hard on or not, I had to get back to work, my wank would have to wait. I went back into the house, quickly checked everything was off and got my phone, wallet and keys. Okay, I could go. I shut the door and walked back to the car, feeling that I could come any moment as my trousers rubbed against my sensitive cock.As I sat in the driver’s seat, my phone vibrated. Video message from Jane. I couldn’t open it quickly enough.For the first few seconds, the phone was moving a lot, then her face came into focus. She was biting her bottom lip. I then heard Rob say exactly what I was thinking, “You need to turn it around.” I could clearly hear Jane’s heavy breathing. Then I got the view I wanted. Jane had slid further down the car seat and her legs were spread as far as they would go. Rob was massaging Jane’s pussy, his left hand clearly wet with her juices. With every other stroke he slid at least one finger in. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, her breathing was very heavy. “Shit don’t stop,” I heard Jane say, the phone moving all over the place. Then all I got was an upshot of the car roof… she’d obviously dropped the damn phone on the floor. Her legs must have been moving around because, suddenly, the phone was right between her legs looking up. Now I could clearly see Rob’s fingers going into her pussy. What a shot.”Oh fuck,” she groaned and then slumped back into the car seat. Rob continued to stroke her until her orgasm subsided. “Oh my god, I’m soaked. Where’s the phone gone?” “There’s some tissues in the glove compartment and I think you dropped the phone on the floor,” Rob said. “There it is, it’s still recording.” I watched as Jane’s hand picked up the phone. The video ended as they started to talk İstanbul Escort about what had just happened. My phone vibrated again; this time it was Jane calling. “What did you think? Enjoy the show?” “Yes.” “I thought you would. I will tell you everything but you must promise me one thing – can you do that?” “Anything.” “Good, no wanking until I get home on Wednesday. Think you can do that?” “You must be kidding, I feel I’m going to burst as it is.”Jane laughed. “I can imagine but, if you promise to keep your hands off yourself… well, you’ll see.” “Okay, okay,” I agreed. I thought if I had a sly wank she’d never know. But would that be cheating? “That’s a good cuckold. Do you like me calling you that? Never mind, you are one now. We’ll be stopping at the services on the M1 in a couple of hours and I’ll give you a call then. Enjoy the pics, love you,” and the call ended. What pictures? I was still in a daze. My phone then vibrated three times, which made me jump. First picture; they must have pulled over as Rob had released his huge cock from his trousers and took this photo with my wife looking up at the camera, the bulbous head of his cock encased by her lips. Second photo was a selfie of Jane’s open mouth with a large amount of cum on her tongue and lips. My heart skipped a beat. I opened the third photo. Another selfie of Jane with her mouth open but no cum. A message underneath, “A good girl always swallows. Remember, no touching yourself.” This no touching is going to be a problem, I thought.Another text message. What now? I thought. Shit, it was work, my PA. “Where are you? Boss wants the sales figures for the Johnson acc.” I sent, “on my way got held up.” After a frantic half an hour of making my apologies to the boss for taking longer over lunch than I should have done, and sorting out the figures he wanted, I İstanbul Escort Bayan settled into my desk for what was going to be a long afternoon. I got my phone out to check if I’d missed any texts. I was kind of hoping not, which would mean she hadn’t done anything further, but I was so turned on I was also hoping yes and wanted more pictures! No, nothing more had come through, I knew a little about Jane’s itinerary for the next couple of days and I was trying to remember. Welcome meet and drinks at the hotel, 7pm for dinner at eight. Tuesday’ was 9am start for the sales launch. Jane had been on the road now for around three hours. What were they up to? What were they talking about? She’d said she would call in a couple of hours; it was approaching three. I opened the pictures she’d sent earlier. I felt my stomach tighten and my cock stared to harden again as I flicked between both selfies. “You surfing porn again Dave?” It was my boss, doing his sales floor round. I flinched at the comment and frantically pressed the off button. “Err no.” I wasn’t very convincing. “Everything okay? You seem very distracted.”My phone started to vibrate; Jane calling. ‘Do you want to get that? I’ll need a quick word when you’ve finished.” He turned to go but was stopped by a waiting minion right by my desk who had some some stupid questions which could have been asked elsewhere!. “Hi,” I said into my phone. “Is that all I get for fulfilling your fantasy?” “Err sorry, it’s a bit busy in the office.” Jane laughed again. “Well, you’re officially a cuckold husband.” I was silent as I tried to process what Jane had revealed. “Your surely not lost for words.” “Sorry, no, I was a little taken aback.” Jane laughed. “So was I… in the back seat of his car!” I was trying to put words together in reply which wouldn’t sound to anyone listening Escort İstanbul in that my wife had just been fucked by her boss. “Sorry, bad line, didn’t quite get that.” “Ah, you must have people close by. Give me a call back when you’re on your own.” I got up from my desk. First thing that was apparent was my erection was back, I snatched a file from the desk, placed it over my groin and proceeded to the exit and go to the stairwell. I pressed the return number on my phone and it got to the fourth ring when Jane answered. “Didn’t think it would take you long to call me back.” I could tell she was enjoying this. “So what happened?” “We stopped for a coffee, Rob was having a good feel of me under the table and, to be honest, I was returning the favour. I told him that I needed his cock in me.” I was nearly at bursting point. “So what happened?” I blurted. “You okay, honey?” “I’m fine, please carry on.” “You’re not touching yourself, are you?” “No. Please continue.” “We went out to the car. Rob drove to somewhere a little more private. We got into the back, me on my hands and knees, and Rob lifted my skirt and fucked me doggy style. And yes, he used a condom. You don’t want me to keep these, by the way, do you?” “Err, no thanks. Did you enjoy it?” “Rob fucking me, yes. And yes, I came a couple of times before you ask! I can’t wait until we get to the hotel so we can do it properly. For the next three days, he can have me whenever he wants. Hope you’re enjoying your fantasy, I know I am. Look, he’s just coming back to the car as I sent him out to pick up some more supplies as he only had one in his wallet. I love you my cuckold husband.” The line went dead. What had I done? What was a harmless fantasy had become very real. Time was getting on and I hadn’t completed half of my work. I walked slowly back to my desk and with every movement I thought my cock was going to explode. My phone vibrated twice. Text message from Jane and video message from an unknown number? I sat down very gingerly and looked for any prying eyes? I wasn’t going to make the stairwell without doing something I hadn’t done since I was thirteen! I opened Jane’s message first.
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