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I half expect the cavernous silence over the phone line to end in a click and the dial tone. As the moments tick by, the fact it doesn’t begins to worry me just as much. It means she’s considering my offer. Too late to take it back.Willing my heart to stop thumping in case it wakes my wife one floor above the living room in which I sit, I wait. The softness of the sofa contrasts with the receiver nestled between my shoulder and ear. I’d needed my hands free; one to grip the stiff shaft that protruded from the open fly of my jeans, the other to cup my balls resting atop the material of my navy boxers.Her voice comes over the line. A soft whisper to avoid waking her husband. “Are you serious?”Realising my mouth is devoid of moisture, I reach for the water bottle and chug. Then manage to croak, “Yes,” as I replace the cap.”Jee-sus.””One time offer.”There’s another pause. I can hear her breathing, faster than before. “I thought you were risk averse. What changed?”Jacking my cock once and watching a clear bead of fluid ooze from the head and dribble its length, I offer, “You? Me? Dunno. Something.” A sigh escapes, louder than I expect. “I just know I need this. Need you.”There’s an edge to her voice: “Are you still touching yourself?””Yes. Are you?””Always with you.””How close?”Total silence. Enough that I think we may have been cut off. Then a breathy exhalation. “Close.”I imagine her sitting there alone, probably in her pyjamas, hand under the thin material that rhythmically deforms as she brings herself pleasure. I know he sleeps in the spare room.Her breathing is taut. It filters into my brain and excites me as I imagine what she’s doing, my mind a fertile hotbed of tumbling erotic imagery. She breathes in sharply. Two tiny inhalations back-to-back. “What are you thinking about?””Our chat earlier. You in your work outfit. Sat in the office winding the phone cord around a fingertip. Crisp blouse and tight pencil skirt stretching to hug your shapely figure.” My dick surges with blood and I stroke it. “Can’t stop thinking about it. My God, if I was there. In your office.”The playfulness returns in her voice. “Yeah? What would you do?””Walk up behind your chair. Kiss your neck while you work.””That’s too distracting. Neck kisses would only lead to an intense session of naughtiness.””So how about I just stand behind you while you work? Massage your shoulders. Take away the stress. Maybe slip my hand under your collar. Bend to kiss the exposed flesh. Nothing naughty about that is there?””God damn. You’re pressing just about every button at once today. But no, nothing at all wrong with that. You’d brush my hair aside, I expect.””Yes. To trail kisses up your neck to your ear, where I’d whisper Kadıköy Escort that I want you to remove your blouse. Button. By. Fucking. Button.” I squeeze my cockhead and rasp, “To tease me like only you know how.””God, I can almost feel your breath on me. Fingers shaking as I pop the top button revealing a hint of cleavage. Pausing before releasing the next. Showing a little more. You can see the creamy flesh of my boobs peeking into view down my top.”Making a claw shape with my fingertips, like a fairground machine that grabs the cuddly toy from the glass enclosure, I rake the pads up and down the full length of my hardness, tip to base. Sticky pre-come smears into my palm, and the noise schlicks in the semi-darkness of the lounge, just one wall light casting a soft glow over my rakish frame. “Yesss. I love when you tease me.””Do you like it when I stop unbuttoning to cup my breasts? Give them a firm squeeze through the flimsy material.” I let out a groan of approval. “Shhhhh,” she warns. “Don’t wake her.”I reduce the volume. “I’d place my hands on yours. Feel the flesh deforming under our massage. Feather kisses to your neck as you tip your head to one side and moan.””Ohhhh, you make me instantly throb. Just like that.” I hear a click of her fingers. “I’d lean back, eyes closed with my hands under yours. So fucking sexy. Maybe I’d slip my hands away so you could feel the full weight of my big tits.””I’d love that. Whisper how turned on you make me as my palms roll your beautiful boobs. Nibble your ear as you unsnap one more button and I tell you we need to talk about how inappropriate your work attire is for our productivity levels.”My dick surges and I pump it, more clear fluid leaking from the flared, circumcised tip. I let out a low growl. “The only problem with teasing me is you know I’m likely to just snap. Push me too far and you’ve no idea what I’ll do.”She sighs. “My pulse is racing so much. Can you hear it?” Pausing, she lets me hear how her breaths catch as she touches herself a hundred miles away. “I can feel you behind me. God I fucking want you. You make me melt.””So if I pinch your nipples through your bra, would I feel you shiver as they harden? Maybe you’d let out a little gasp when I tweak the caps.””You know I would. Fuck. Are you hard?””Always for you. Twitching as I trail my fingertips over it. Imagining it’s your touch.””Want to hear how excited that makes me?”My heart hammers. “Of course.”The phone rustles, then settles, and I’m treated to the repetitive clicking of her wet pussy under the insistent circling. The proximity of the receiver transports me right there. Watching. Imagining the heady smell of her arousal Kadıköy Escort Bayan enveloping my senses. Listening to her elevating sighs in the background as juices seep from her hairless opening, fingers glistening.On a whim, she’d sent me a photo of her delicious soaked snatch after one of our sex-fuelled phone calls a few weeks ago and I’d opened it full screen, instantly aroused at the way her proud clitoris nestled openly at the apex, leading to the splayed butterfly wings in the centre, pink and inviting. The way the tantalising pearly droplets of grool clung to their surface like hot glue. And the way the light played over the glimmering wetness that never seemed to end, plunging into the crack of her voluptuous arse.Easing the pressure in my trousers, I’d begun jacking my rock hard member over the vista. I took my time, teasing, bringing myself to the brink and edging off, over and over, each step closer to fulfilment almost torture until the pressure built to a crescendo that I couldn’t contain. Until excitement consumed me, and fat ropes of come splashed to form irregular milky pools on the screen of the iPad.Spent and exhilarated, I’d photographed her peppered pussy with my phone and sent the tribute back. She emailed in return an hour later and said she’d masturbated hard in the bathroom to the picture when she should have been working. Said she was worried the neighbours in the garden might have heard her through the open window, but she couldn’t help it, spilling over.Attached to the email were an audio file and a photo of her knickers in a crude figure eight on the bathroom floor. The navy and white polka dot pattern was punctuated with dark wet patches and splotches of creamy come criss-crossing the gusset. I had immediate visions of picking them up, still warm, and eating her silky juices from them. And as I listened to her wet ministrations and desperate moans on loop, it set me off again to spend another hour edging myself to eventual climax.We’re bad for one another, there’s no denying it. But it’s beyond thrilling, our marital sex lives simply pedestrian in comparison.The telephone scuffles again and her voice returns, full in my ear. “How was that?””Wow. Don’t think I’ve ever been as hard.”Her voice is breathless. “Show me.”Grabbing my mobile, I frame a shot looking back up from near my thighs, the stalk rising majestically from smooth balls to shiny, enraged tip. Allowing a glistening trail of pre-come from a solitary bead to spill down the outside, I snap the shot and send it off.”Incoming.”I know the moment it arrives. “Fuck. You have a gorgeous cock. You drive me absolutely wild as I sit in the office. My nipples Escort Kadıköy are so erect, brushing against my lace bra. My pussy is throbbing, dripping into my gusset. I can feel your hot breath in my ear, telling me what to do. Jesus. I’m so fucking horny.”Taking her lead, I drive the fantasy forward. “My stubble scratches your neck when I whisper for you to stand up. As you do, I step back to watch. Take in your beauty from behind. Every sexy curve. I want you so much, but I’m going to have fun with your body first.”With a slightly sharper tone while still trying to keep my voice low, I continue. “Lean forward. Hands on the desk.”I hear your inhalation and smile. I know how much it turns you on to be commanded. Dominated. I tell you so. “You obey like a good girl, wiggling your sexy arse in that incredible skirt, knowing the effect it’ll have on me. My hands slide over your form, running fingers from your shoulders, down your back, over your hips.””Fuck.” Her voice is dirty honey. “That’s so arousing. So hot and sexy. I can almost feel your hands trailing my body. Every movement. You make every inch of my body react.””Good. My hands find your bum and I trace its sweet curve, swatting it lightly with one open palm. I lean in, so close you can feel the heat of my breath tickle your ear, as I tell you that you’re so naughty getting me all flustered and hard. Especially when we’re both supposed to be working.”She responds, a rawness to her tone. “I push my arse out and slowly grind against your crotch. I love getting hot and horny with you. Your eyes fixated on my rump beneath the tight material of my skirt. I’ve just looked in the mirror and my nipples are so noticeable. They’re aching. It’s a good job my hair’s straight today so I can cover them.””You’re so beautiful. And all mine. I inch up your skirt with my fingers, every millimetre making me crave you more, until your panties slither into view. I trace fingers over the lacy black material that hugs your sexy butt. Squeeze and knead the flesh beneath. You’re so naughty letting me do this.” I swallow. “And naughty girls need discipline.”Her breath catches at my words. “Yes. Tell me what you want to do to your naughty girl. I want to feel what I do to you.””At first I rub my hand over your panties, feeling you melt into me. Then I reach past you, pick up a ruler from the desk and trace its surface languorously over your bum.””Are you fucking kidding me? God damn, I fucking want you so badly. I’m squeezing my thighs together. My clit is so erect.””I growl in your ear that you make me so hard. It’s very naughty. Unprofessional. You feel the ruler leave your butt and I see you tense, knowing what’s coming, yet powerless to stop it. Not wanting to stop it because the very thought makes you immeasurably hot.”I pause for effect, not hearing her steady breathing as the anticipation builds in her head, hanging on my words. So I deliver. “There’s a swish. A CRACK as it lands on your sexy, panty-clad arse. You bite your lip and moan.”

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