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Talking with Debbie Ch. 01

By: dconrad



I can't tell you when it started. I can though identify when it transformed from occasional fantasy to obsession. I had long held a fantasy, which judging by the contents of porno magazines is one commonly shared, of seeing my wife have sex with another man. My wife, Debbie, is five years younger than me, very attractive and slim. She plays sports a lot, jogging and tennis mainly, so she has a lithe figure. She is a well-liked, if not a popular person, since she does tend to seem rather aloof and pristine. In terms of looks she has warm brown eyes and fine cheekbones, with neat shoulder length brown hair. She looks, and is, intelligent, modern and sophisticated. She is always well-dressed, perhaps overly so, since even in a pair of jeans she still seems smart. Which is not to say she's cold, she is a loving wife, a good friend and caring boss, but she does have an air of remoteness about her, which I find incredibly sexy.

I met her when she was twenty and we married three years later. Now she was approaching thirty and looking better than ever. Her look and style suited being slightly older I think, she had been too mature, too smart as a young woman. Our sex life was regular, if not frequent and I always felt that she held something back, that she maintained a degree of self-control. She rarely made much noise, and even when she did have an orgasm it was usually only a faint whimper.

So, I don't know when it was I had my first fantasy about her having sex with another man, but I realised that the fantasy had become increasingly frequent, taking on various guises. Sometimes when we were making love I would imagine her with one of my friends, or I would masturbate picturing her picking up a stranger someplace. The fantasy grew in richness and there were certain features I would vary, such as the number of men involved, my presence, her sluttishness, whether it was in public and so on. 

I didn't worry about this recurring fantasy particularly. Just as I used to have an ongoing dream regarding my sixth form teacher, I figured it would pass. I would just let it run its course.

It is probably never a good idea to analyse your sexual desires too deeply. Rather like examining the creative process or love, something is lost when you strip away the layers. But I was aware enough to realise that behind my fantasy lay two contributing factors. The first was that I was probably keen to share my wife through a primitive need to display my wealth. In this view she is my treasure and only by sharing her do other men appreciate what I have. The second motivation was related to removing, or undoing her level of self-control. Where else can you really remove this than in sex? So, most versions of my fantasy involved abandonment by Debbie at some point to full, primal lust. 

Neither of these motivations reflects well on me, which is why I said that sexual desires are best left unanalysed for they rarely reveal noble incentives. But I was still a faithful and loving husband, it wasn't as if I secretly despised her or resented her. Some of the consequences of my motivations were quite beneficial to the Debbie who populated my fantasies, for instance, because she has to willingly abandon herself to pleasure and behave in a slutty manner, I never subjected her to anything non-consensual or any degree of sadism. It's not much I know, but I've read enough stories on the net to know that my fantasy was quite tame in comparison.

This fantasy carried on for about a year, during which time I developed it and experimented with variations. It didn't increase in intensity particularly, I would guess I indulged it twice a month or so. It would build during this period and then for a couple of days it would be all I could think of, and then after some intensive sex and masturbation, it would recede for a while. Maybe it would have stayed that way, were it not for a drunken conversation we had one night. It happened just as the fantasy was reaching its zenith. I had wanked that morning about Debbie and a pizza delivery boy (a cliché, but a favourite).

We were at home, having drunk nearly three bottles of Chardonnay between us. It was getting late and Debbie was cuddled against me on the sofa. We were watching a late night chat show on TV. They were discussing erotic literature and one of the feminist contributors was dismissing a book as perpetuating the old misogynist fantasy of wife sharing, as it placed the woman as a possession of the husband, to be loaned out like a set of spanners. I squirmed in my seat, feeling uncomfortable that the woman could be directing her comments straight to me but also slightly aroused.

"I don't get that," Debbie slurred. "A lot of men have that fantasy don't they?"

"I dunno," I mumbled.

"But then they spend all their time being jealous or possessive if another bloke looks at their wife. So, why would they want someone else to have sex with her?" She was displaying her usual logical approach, which I should have let pass.

"Well, it's about fantasy isn't it? It's not that they would necessarily want it to happen in real life. I might fantasise about punching my boss, but that doesn't mean I actually want to do it." This was where I probably would have stopped if I had been sober and my fantasy hadn't been goading me. Instead I added another, loaded observation, "Besides, not all men get jealous if someone looks at their wife. It can be a compliment."

This gained her interest and she turned her face up to me, "a compliment to who exactly?"

"You know, the woman."

"You mean the man don't you? That's just what she's been saying on the telly. It's a compliment to you because you own her. Is that what you think about me?" She was now sitting upright, facing me directly.

I had been involved in enough drunken arguments with Debbie to know that she could create one instantly, and seemingly from nowhere. In her last statement her voice hadn't quite obtained the steely edge it did when an argument commenced, and from where there would be no retreat, but it had elements of it. She still had a playful smirk across her broad mouth, so I knew it was retrievable.

"Of course I do love. You're all bought and paid for."

"You wish," she said pinching my arm playfully and then returned to watching the programme.

I breathed a sigh of relief and poured us some more wine. After a few minutes of silence, Debbie took a swig from her glass and asked, "no, seriously though, do you like it when other men look at me?"

I tried to stay noncommittal but the sudden tenseness of my arm betrayed me. "Depends on who's looking I suppose." I took a gulp of wine and added unconvincingly, "never really thought about it."

Still looking at the TV she continued her interrogation, "but surely it shouldn't matter who's looking. It's not as if ugly blokes only look at ugly women. If someone's looking at me then you either like it or you don't. Unless you don't feel secure about our relationship I guess."

"Course I feel secure."

"Well then, do you like it or not?"

"I've never noticed anyone looking at you that way to know whether I like it or not."

She sat up again and looked directly at me in the unflinching manner she had. "You know that's a lie. I don't mean to sound big-headed but Tim can't take his eyes off me when he comes round here, particularly when he's had a few. It gets embarrassing sometimes. And I know you've noticed it too. Like last summer when we had that barbecue, he couldn't stop staring at my legs."

Tim was a friend of mine from university days. He was a nice guy, quite shy and perpetually single. Of course I had noticed him staring at Debbie, and as she said, when he had a few drinks he became even less discrete about it. Naturally he had been an early star in a few versions of my fantasy – one where we shared her and one involving a chance encounter on the stairs during the night. Debbie's mention of him caused a flush of embarrassment, I felt as though she knew my secret and was trying to get me to reveal it.

Flustered, I replied, "oh, well he is a bit of a legs man, I'll grant you, so when you wear a pair of shorts like that, he's bound to look."

"I'm not arguing about that. What I'm asking is whether you like it or not." Then she pulled her annoying trick of sabotaging my answer, "and don't say you don't care one way or the other, because this is an either or thing."

Defeated by her relentless logic, I slumped in my seat, "I guess I like it then."

Once she latched on to something Debbie was not one to let it drop easily. She smiled, relishing the debate to come. It still hovered somewhere between argument and teasing, so I knew I had to monitor what I said carefully, and that I couldn't simply clam up. That was the surest way to escalate it to a full-blown row, by refusing to participate. So, I was locked in to this discussion for as long as Debbie wanted to pursue it, and when she was drunk that could mean a long time.

"So, is it just Tim, or when any bloke looks at me that you like it?" She emptied the last of the bottle and passed me a fourth bottle to open as I tried to avoid the mines in the conversation ahead.

"I don't really notice men looking at you all the time. I never knew that you were so obsessed by it."

"Hey, don't try that, turning it back on me. A woman knows when she's being ogled, even if it's just a brief glance. Like that bloke in the pub the other night who was sitting next to us, he gave me a few glances. And I know you spotted it, because you caught him and he looked away quickly."

"Oh, yes I remember."

"Well, did you like it then?"

"I think perhaps more to the point is whether you like it."

"That's different. I am the object of it, so to like it would be to participating in it. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. But you're my husband, you're an observer. So, I'll ask again," the hard quality to her voice was beginning to assert itself now. "Do you like it?" She separated out each word, and I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid answering again.

"Yes, then I do. Satisfied?" I was foolish if I thought this would be an end to it. "But tell me then, when do you like it?"

Now it was her turn to squirm slightly, "Well, if I've made an effort, it's nice to be appreciated. Or," and here she gave me a mischievous smile, "if the guy is a looker."

"Oh yes, like when?"

"I don't know, I don't keep a diary of them, just sometimes you feel a bit flattered if a good-looking guy gives you a second glance. But as I said, it's different for me. What I want to know is why you like it. For me it can be flattering or an acknowledgement that I have dressed well or something, but that's not the case for you. So, why do you like it?"

I always found it difficult to argue with Debbie when I was drunk. I knew I shouldn't let her turn the focus back on me, but I felt subject to her logic.

"I don't know. I guess it makes me feel proud, you know, that some bloke has looked at you and fancies you, and that you are with me. And because I do feel secure in our relationship I don't feel threatened by it. Perhaps I feel flattered by proxy." I was rather pleased with this answer, so helped myself to some more wine.

She pondered this for a while and just when I thought the danger has passed she said, "I suppose that is different from thinking of me as your property. But it's still strange that you like other men to fancy me. I understand that it is a reinforcement of your taste and we all need that I suppose, but I still find it a bit odd. So, when you say you like it, how do you mean? Would you like it if the bloke came up to me?"

"Probably not," I shrugged. "I mean it would be a bit rude. And besides if it made you feel uncomfortable or threatened I wouldn't like that."

"Okay, but say I didn't feel threatened. Say I liked it, that I flirted back a little bit. Would you like that?"

God, she was relentless once she started. "No, I mean that would make me feel a bit awkward. I might not feel secure in our relationship if you were flirting with men all over the place."

"Ahh, poor darling," she stroked my cheek playfully. "Alright then, say I'm just flirting, just playing around, and you don't feel insecure, you're in on it too. Would you like it then?"

"Jesus, this is all getting a bit hypothetical isn't it? I don't know, I can't imagine it," I lied. "Why are you so obsessed with it? Do you want to flirt with someone?"

"I'm just trying to understand it that's all. If you like it when a man looks at me, I want to know what the limits are. So, would you like it if he talked to me and I flirted a little, as long as you were in on it?"

"I suppose it might be fun."

Oh, now we're getting somewhere," she said, grinning. "Okay, so this chap is talking to me, and we're having some fun, I'm flirting a little bit. Then he puts his hand on my leg, in front of you. What do you do?"

"I think more to the point is what do you do?" Although I knew it was probably not a good idea, I couldn't help feeling a little aroused by all this talk and imagining the scenario she was developing.

"I look at you, awaiting your response. If you indicate that you don't like it, then game over. So what is your response? Does the hand stay there or not?"

"Where are we? At home? In public?"

"We're in a pub, say."

"And who is this bloke?"

"A stranger in his mid-twenties, he's alright looking, but nothing special."

I couldn't help myself, I needed to see how it unfolded, "it stays."

"Really?" she was astonished. "Wow. Okay, so you're letting this bloke touch me, in front of you. Then he begins to move his hand up my leg, so it's on my upper thigh. Do you stop him?"

I couldn't stop him or myself now. "No," I whispered.

"Good God, you're my husband. When are you going to stop him?"

"You're the one letting him touch you," I protested.

"Well maybe I want you to stop him, to show you care." Her voice was raising in pitch now.

"Or maybe you like it," I retorted.

"That's what you want isn't it? You want me to like being touched up."

I tried to soothe the situation, as it would soon escalate into a full blown argument. "Look Debbie, you're a grown woman. It's precisely because you're not my property that I'm not going to intervene. If you are letting this bloke touch you up, provided you're not drunk or drugged, then I have to be adult enough to stand back."

She relaxed her shoulders, "okay, fair point. Let's go back to whether you like it or not. This bloke is stroking my thigh, do you like it?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just sitting there, pretending not to notice. So, do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It seems fun. A bit of a turn-on, you know."

"So now we get to it," she rubbed her hands. "It turns you on that this bloke is touching me up. I never knew that about you. Okay, now imagine that we have an agreement that I won't stop it unless you take action. It's up to you to end it."

"A strange agreement," I commented. "Why would we have made that?"

"Let's say it's unspoken, but you understand it from the look I give you."

"Okay."

"Right. So not content with touching me he now takes my chin and gives me a kiss. I don't respond and look at you. Do you stop him now?"

"No."

"So now he gives me a full on snog, pushing his tongue into my mouth."

"It takes two to snog. You can't pretend not to notice now."

"Okay, I respond then, not over-vigourously, but appropriately. Surely you are going to say enough is enough now. This bloke is snogging your wife in front of you, his tongue is my mouth for God's sake!"

"I'm not going to stop him."

She raised her eyebrows. "Well, well. I really am finding out something about you now."

I shrugged.

"Okay," she continued, "this is the crunch one now. He continues kissing me and his hand leaves my thigh and he fondles my tits through my top. The people on the next table are now looking at us. Tell me you're going to stop him."

"No," I was seriously aroused now. My voice was shaking so I didn't dare say more.

"I can't believe this. You understand what I'm saying? This stranger is groping my tits in public, people are looking at us. And you're just sitting there?"

"I like it," I mumbled.

"Obviously. Alright then he whispers in my ear and then takes my hand and places it on his very obvious erection."

"What do you do?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing, I just leave it there. Don't tell me, you don't stop us. Okay, last chance. He stops molesting me and says 'Let's go outside.' I look at you, so he says to you, 'I'm going to take your wife out the back and fuck her. Is that okay with you?'. You're not going to let him are you? Come on. What do you say to him?"

She was looking fiercely at me.

"Debbie..." I pleaded.

"What do you say to him? Yes or No," she demanded.

"Yes," I groaned.

She flung her hands up. "You dirty little man! It's amazing you live with someone and you don't know them. You would let this bloke fuck me in some pub car park, because you felt turned on." Then she stopped and a look of amazement came across her features. "This isn't the first time you've thought about this is it? This is your fantasy isn't it? Tell me, isn't it?"

I was defeated by now. "Yes," I sighed.

"You pervert! You're my husband. You're supposed to love me."

"I do!" I protested, but it was all too late.

She was standing up now. "I'm going to bed now, I'd prefer it if you didn't follow me." She slammed the door and stamped upstairs. I slumped on the sofa, bewildered by the conversation that had taken place. 

There it was, out in the open now. What I thought would be a passing, private fantasy was now public and threatening our marriage. I wondered how we would get over this particular argument, it wasn't like a simple disagreement. She had found out something about me she didn't like. As I laid down on the sofa I pondered this, then slowly my hand went inside my trousers as I thought of Debbie and the stranger in the pub...

Talking with Debbie Ch. 02



After our argument when I had confessed that Debbie having sex with someone else was my fantasy, we had been rather sheepish around each other. The next morning she had come down and made breakfast and simply carried on as if nothing had happened. Our conversation was stilted but we managed to talk about some items in the Sunday papers and as the day progressed the awkwardness lifted. By the next day I thought that maybe it had been put behind us and no damage had been done.

However, the public airing of my fantasy caused it to blossom. It now became something of an obsession. Just as they say celebrities crave the oxygen of publicity, so it seemed my fantasy needed vocalisation. Once it had been spoken it began to flourish unchecked. It was as if it was at its peak all the time now. I was having to sneak off to the toilet at work to masturbate about Debbie in a variety of sexually scenarios. During the following week I imagined her having sex with three teenage boys in the park, sucking off my boss in my office, letting a married couple in a restaurant masturbate her and stripping for my friends. I hadn't dared initiate sex with her since the argument, so I was wanking with the frequency of a teenager now.

All this would be manageable, but it also affected most of my time with Debbie. We'd be out shopping and she would ask me a question I would have to get her to repeat it because I was imagining her wanking off the lad who was serving us. I was walking around in a state of almost permanent arousal. I realised this was getting out of control now, but wasn't sure how to stop it. I hoped that it would fade eventually, that it couldn't continue at this intensity.

Then about two weeks after the initial argument we were out in a restaurant. We had drunk a few drinks before coming in and were onto our second bottle of wine with the meal, so Debbie was feeling quite relaxed. 

There was a pause in our conversation and I knew from the way she distractedly played with the ice-bucket that something significant was coming.

"Dave, you know the other night, when we had that argument?"

"Look, I'm sorry about that, I was just a bit drunk and.."

"Shh. It's okay. I've been thinking about it. I suppose I over-reacted a little. I'm just not used to talking about things like that. But I thought about what you said, about fantasy being different from reality. And as long as it's just fantasy,that's okay isn't it? I mean you don't really  want it to happen do you?"

I was so wrapped in my fantasy by now I couldn't honestly say whether I could separate it from reality, but I was smart enough not to say this. "No, of course not. It's just a bit of fun."

"Yes, I think we can do that. We're adults after all."

Trying not to grin I asked "So, what about you? You must have some fantasies."

She shook her head. "No, not really. That's what I've been thinking, I'm a bit boring like that and maybe I should loosen up a bit."

"Come on. There must be some things that excite you a bit."

"Well, there was one time," she looked nervous. "You promise not to think less of me?"

I was intrigued, "of course not."

With a small cough she plunged into her story, "well I was out running in the park, about three months ago. I was doing my usual circuit. There was this old bloke, in his sixties probably sitting on one of the park benches. I felt as though he was looking at me as I jogged past. He looked like a bit of a dirty old man, wearing a scruffy black coat and had messy hair. Not a tramp, but just a bit seedy. Anyway the bench he was on is at the end of my circuit, so when I finished I went over there to do my stretching and cooling down routine. I was wearing my usual shorts and T-shirt, and as I bent over to stretch my calves I was aware of him staring at my bum. Then he said 'Nice arse love'. I was shocked, but I just carried on. He continued to stare at me blatantly. Then he said 'I've always liked a nice arse.' At this point I stood up with my hands on my hips glaring at him. He wasn't abashed though. He just looked me up and down, focusing on my tits and legs. I said to him, 'you dirty old man. You should know better.' But he just chuckled and said, 'don't pretend you don't like it. You saw me looking at you earlier. You didn't have to come to this bench to wiggle your firm little arse as you did your exercises, but you did.' I didn't know what to say."

I was flabbergasted. This was so unlike Debbie. Trying to sound calm I said, "he was right though wasn't he? You said you noticed him earlier so you could have avoided that bench."

"Yes," she admitted. "He was right, that was why I didn't know what to say. I was surprised at myself. Then I felt ashamed and I turned and jogged away. As I did he said 'I can always spot your sort love.' I could still hear him cackling as I left the park."

"Wow Debbie. I'm glad you told me. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised."

"You're not angry are you? It's not like I wanted anything to happen, he was fairly horrid, but I did feel a bit excited by the sordidness of it all."

"No, I'm not angry. To be honest I'm turned on. I wish you'd told me before." I was very turned on and had a painful erection under the table.

She smiled at this, "well I felt ashamed and dirty. I didn't know about your fantasy at the time and I think that might have been why I reacted so strongly when you told me. I had been struggling with myself since that incident and I think partly my anger at you was directed at myself also. 

"What worried me was his comment about spotting my sort. What did he mean by that?"

"I don't know, probably says it to all the women. Or perhaps he meant just sexy women."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" 

"God yes," I answered with more enthusiasm than she was expecting.

She giggled. "See I don't really think of myself as sexy. It's never really bothered me much, sex. But that encounter and then your fantasy have set me thinking and maybe I should think of myself as sexy."

"Believe me Debbie, you are very sexy. I see it everywhere we go men look at you. You're not sexy in an upfront, obvious way, but I think it's the way you carry yourself. It certainly turns me on."

She blushed, "thanks. See? I didn't really know that, and I should do. Anyway, back to the dirty old man. I don't think that's what he meant. I think he meant he could spot someone who liked being spoken to like that. And that worried me because I didn't think I was, but maybe he could see something in me I didn't know about."

"I wouldn't credit him with too much wisdom. Like all dirty old men he thinks all women want it probably."

"Maybe. Anyway, my head was spinning with all this as I walked home. And then I decided to go back to the park and see if he was still there."

This truly shocked me and I didn't hide it very well. "You went back to the park? Why?"

"Shhh," she cautioned. "I wanted to ask him what he meant by that comment. But he wasn't there anyway."

We both sat in silence for a while. Then she said, "so that's my confession. Now I want you to tell me something."

"What?"

"I want you tell me one of your fantasies where I have sex with someone else."

"Debbie! I can't do that."

"Why not? Come on, we're being adults remember. I won't be angry. Like you said you were turned on by my story. Now I want you to turn me on with one of yours."

I looked around, there was no-one seated by us. "Alright. I have to admit I have quite a range."

"Oh," she blushed. "Been a busy girl have I?"

"Oh, yes," I smirked, "very busy."

"I'm not an expert in these things. Something fun, where I'm a bit naughty."

I searched my well-populated mental database and then said, "okay, I've got one. It's with Tim, do you mind?" This had been one of my earliest ones and I had revisited and revised it so often I was confident I could tell in without hesitation and with the necessary detail.

"Ooh," she said, surprised. "Okay, go on then."

"Well, Tim has come around to stay with us. We've been to the football and when we come back we have a barbecue. You are wearing that slightly short green skirt you have and that halter top, so your lovely flat belly is on display. As usual Tim can't take his eyes off you. At one point you are bending down to get something from the barbecue and he moans softly as your bum is projected towards him. We drink a lot and later on you are sitting on the arm of my chair. I notice that Tim is staring at your legs. When I look down your skirt has ridden up at the side, exposing quite a lot of your thigh. I wonder if you are doing it on purpose. 

"We start talking about nicknames.

"'I was called snotty at school,' you say. 'It started because I always had a runny nose, but then I think it was because they thought I was a bit snotty. It plagued me for years. What about you guys?'

"'I was called Joe for a while, because I had big Joe 90 glasses and was a bit swotty. That was before I became cool of course.'

"You laugh, 'Joe! That's perfect. You are a swot still. What about you Tim?'

"Tim looks embarrassed. 'I didn't have one,' he mumbles.

"'You had one at uni I remember,'I tease him.

"'What was it?' you ask.

"'I don't remember,' he says.

"'Go on, Tim tell her,' I goad him.

"He looks angry and then says 'Donkey' as he drains his beer.

"'Donkey?' you ask. 'Why was that?'

"'Debbie,' I say, 'come on, think about it.'

"'Oh,' you say, flushing. 'Ahem, I'll get another drink.' As you go into the kitchen I'm sure you give Tim's groin area a quick look.

"The evening carries on, we drink a bit and I am sure you are flashing more of your leg to Tim than can be put down to accident. Eventually you go up to bed and I follow shortly after. It is a hot night so you are sleeping on top of the sheet in just your knickers. As I enter the room I am sure Tim catches a glimpse of your semi-naked form before the door closes. I think you look incredibly sexy lying there. I give your pert little boobs a stroke and you murmur and turn over.

"About two in the morning I am aware of you getting up. You stumble to the door and go downstairs. You have forgotten to bring up a glass of water and have woken up dehydrated. I am just about to go back to sleep when I hear Tim's door open and he goes downstairs too. I pause for a minute and the follow quietly.

"You are bending over, trying to find something in the fridge. Your lovely firm arse is pointing towards the kitchen door. I watch from the stairs as Tim comes into the kitchen. He is wearing only his pants. He is shocked to find you there. 'Oh, Debbie, sorry, I err..' he stutters.

"You jump up from the fridge and put your hand across your naked breasts. You too are embarrassed, 'Oh, Tim. I needed some water. I'll go back to bed now.'

"'Sorry,' he says. He is gawping open mouthed at you. I notice a movement in his pants. You notice it too and quickly look away.

"'I can't sleep in this heat,' you say.

"'No, me neither,' he pours himself a glass of water. 'I think I might stay up for a bit.'

"'Do you mind if I stay up for a while too?' you ask, to my surprise. Your hand is still across your chest, but one nipple is half revealed through your fingers. 

"Tim has noticed this too and the considerable lump in his pants grows a bit more. 'No, of course not,' his voice is shaking slightly.

"You look down at your chest and say, 'sorry, I haven't got a T-shirt down here and I don't want to go upstairs in case I wake up Dave. We're old friends aren't we? Would you be offended if I dropped my arm? I'm not sure I can stay like this all night. It wouldn't embarrass you would it?'

"'No,' he gulps.

"You put your arm to your side and stand there in front of him. He is too shocked to make any pretence at not staring. There is a long silence, before you cough and say, 'Not much to look at are they?'

"He finally manages to look at your face and whispers, 'I think they're fantastic.'

"You laugh, 'why thank you Tim. I thought you were a leg man though. You certainly looked at mine enough tonight.'

"'Sorry,' he says, 'I can't help it. You have such lovely legs.'

"The bulge in his pants is now enormous. You are staring at it and I notice your nipples extend and harden. Looking at the scene before me I reach down and start rubbing my cock through my pants. You two seem frozen in a tableau. He is gaping at your breasts and you are transfixed by his erection. Then there is a twitch in his pants and the top of his cock pushes over the waistband of his pants. Like some animal trying to free itself it twitches again and the waistband slides down to his balls. His cock is enormous, probably ten inches or so in length and thick. He doesn't try and put it back.

"'My God,' you sigh. 'Tim, that thing is enormous. I've never seen a cock that big in my life. No wonder they called you donkey.' You both look at it for a while. It reaches up past his belly button and sways in the semi-light. Then you step forward and ask 'can I touch it?'

"He just nods and you reach out tentatively and touch the end of it and then withdraw your hand. It twitches at your touch. Then you stroke it lightly down the side. Tim moans softly. You reach down and pull his pants down and cup his balls in your hand. Then stroking it lightly you say to him, 'how many times have you wanked this big cock thinking about me Tim?' I am amazed at hearing you talk and act like this and fish out my own cock and start masturbating.

"Tim strokes your neck and says, 'loads of times Debbie. I love to imagine you sucking it.'

"'Mmm,' you murmur and then sliding down you say, 'like this?' Then you take the end of his cock in your mouth. It looks huge in your mouth and you only take in the head. Then you remove it and trail of spittle momentarily connects it to your mouth. Then you lick and kiss it down its length. 

"'God, Debbie,' he groans. You stand up and kiss him, while rubbing his cock. I can see it pressing into your stomach as you squash against him. His hand is groping your bum and you squirm against him. Then you look directly at me on the stairs. I freeze, my hand around my shaft. You have seen me, but you don't panic, instead you just smile contentedly and turn back to Tim. You take his hand and put it inside your knickers. 'Feel how wet I am Tim,' you say. 'I'm not sure I can take it all, but you're going to have to fuck me with that monster cock of yours. Will you do that Tim?'

"'God yes, Debbie,' he says, working his fingers inside your pussy.

"You are speaking louder now and I know it is for my benefit. 'I'm so horny Tim, I need to feel that thing inside me. Make me come with that big cock.'

"You are wanking his cock now, your hand cannot close around its girth. He is massaging your tits and both of you are panting. You tug your knickers down and pull him onto the floor with you. Lying on your back you open your legs and say, 'fuck me Tim, please.'

"He lies on top of you and pushes his cock head at your pussy, but it is too large to go in. You are writhing on the floor now, 'get it in Tim, I need it in me.' You reach down and take the end of his cock and with a lift of your hips you pull it in. You gasp as it enters. 'Slowly,' you advise him as he pushes into you. You puff as he slides it up your pussy. 'God, it's so big,' you moan. 'I'm not sure I can take it.' He is only halfway in and with an unexpected thrust he pushes it all the way in. You scream, 'my God! That hurts. Oh God, I feel as though it's in my stomach. Fuck me Tim,fuck me like you've always dreamed of doing.' He withdraws and then pushes into you again. Then he increases his rhythm. With each thrust you moan and are pushed along the floor. Your legs wrap around his arse and you control his pace, slowing it down. He pulls his cock right back so it is almost out of you and then drives it fully in. You squeal, 'I don't think I can last long Tim. I'm going to come soon. Fuck me as hard as you can, I want you to come in me.' He speeds up, pumping into you. I am amazed at the length of his cock as he pulls back on each thrust. It seems to go on forever. I am wanking myself furiously now. You are wailing and writhing around in ecstasy. Your head is up against the leg of the table, but you don't notice as Tim continues to fuck you.

"You claw at his back and yell, 'I'm coming Tim. Are you going to come?'

"He grunts by way of reply and you scream at him, 'come inside me Tim. Fill me up with that come of yours.' Then you grab the table leg and start to buck. 'Oh God, o God, oh God,' you repeat feverishly. Then you emit a long wail and your hips jump about wildly. Tim grips your arm and yells out a primordial howl. He pushes right up into you one last time and I can see his buttocks contracting as he shoots his load inside you. At this point I ejaculate into my hand. You grab his hair and pull him onto your chest and then slowly relax your grip. For a moment you don't breathe and then you take a deep gasp of air and your arms fall to the side. 

"Both of you lay there, panting and covered in sweat. Tim pulls out of you with a loud slopping noise. Even flaccid his cock still looks huge. You smile up at him. 'That was fantastic, thank you Tim.'

"He pulls himself off you and then you both seem awkward with each other. You pick up your knickers and put them back on. 'Best try and get some sleep I suppose,' you say. I quickly go back up to our bedroom and lay on the bed. On the landing you give Tim a quick kiss and squeeze his cock through his pants. 'Thanks again Donkey,' you say and then come in and close the door. 

"You climb into bed next to me and put your arms around me. 'Did you enjoy that?' you whisper.

"'Yes, but not as much as you did by the looks of it.'

"You giggle, 'did you see the size on that thing?'

"'I could hardly miss it,' I reply, holding your hand.

"'Did you mind that I enjoyed it?' you ask.

"'Not at all, it was really sexy to see you letting go like that.'

"'Good,' you say, giving me a kiss. We lay in silence for a while holding each other. Then you say, 'Dave?'

"I already know what you are going to ask, 'yes love?'

"'Would you mind if I did it again sometime?'

"I chuckle, 'of course not darling, as long as I can join in next time.'

"You wriggle next to me, 'oooh, that would be nice. Do you think Tim will mind?'

"'If it means fucking you again, he won't mind at all,' I reply.

"'Good. When he leaves tomorrow will you fuck me?' You are getting sleepy now after your exertions.

"'Oh yes darling.'

"'That will be nice, now goodnight darling,' you say and fall into a deep sleep."

I leant back at this stage and the waiter came and collected our plates. 

"So, what do you think?" I asked Debbie. Her face was flushed and she looked quite drunk.

"I think you'd better take me home right now and fuck me," she said. She had never used the fuck word before to describe our love-making.

I quickly paid the bill and we got a taxi home. In the cab Debbie was kissing me passionately and running her hands through my hair. I thought she was going to start the business right there. When we got home she ran to the door while I paid the cab driver.

"Looks like you're going to be busy tonight," the driver said.

"Reckon so," I said and hurried after Debbie.

The door was open and as soon as I stepped in she closed it and jumped on me, pulling at my clothes. Within minutes we were both naked in the hallway. She was kissing me with a passion I hadn't encountered before. We eschewed any foreplay and I was soon pushing my cock into her soaking pussy.

"God, I'm so horny Dave, please hurry." I entered her and we went straight to vigourous sex. We were both so aroused by the story that I knew neither of us would last long.

"Oh that's it. More, more," she pleaded. I wasn't sure if she meant I should increase my pace or she was requesting a larger cock, thinking of the Tim's one in the story. 




Talking with Debbie Ch. 02



As we built towards our climax, she pulled my mouth to hers and inbetween kisses she said, "it's not just a fantasy is it? You want me to fuck someone else don't you?"

I didn't say anything but I could feel my orgasm building. "Say it," she persisted. "Say you want another man to fuck me. Say it!"

"I want another man to fuck you!" I yelled as I started to come. This seemed to be the trigger for Debbie and she arched her back crying out "oh God, oh God, oh God." 

We both collapsed by the stairs. Eventually we untangled ourselves and she led me by the hand upstairs. We kissed and cuddled tenderly for a while and I began to fall asleep. Just as I was doing so Debbie asked, "is that true about Tim by the way? You know, being big."

"Artistic licence," I murmured sleepily.

"Oh," she said, a note of disappointment in her voice.



Talking with Debbie Ch. 03



After the episode in the restaurant and the sex we had enjoyed that night things returned to normal for a couple of weeks. We had sex a few times, but it was in the old, restrained manner, not the wild fucking of the restaurant night. My fantasy about Debbie having sex with another man continued to operate at a peak of obsession. 

Then one night after a nice, tender lovemaking session she cuddled into me. "Dave?" she asked, gently stroking my chest.

"Mmm," I murmured sleepily.

"Are you still having your fantasy? You know about me and another man?"

I knew better than to lie so simply admitted it. "How often?" she asked, resting her head on her hand and fixing her gaze on me. I knew there would be no sleep for a while now. 

"Quite often," I confessed.

"So when was the last time you had it?" I thought how beautiful and sexy she looked, lying naked on her side. Her small breasts sat firmly on her slim chest, the nipples a neat circle of maroon on her olive skin. She had a smooth, but not taught stomach. There was then a gentle curve over her bum and then her long, well-defined legs, which were probably her best feature. She was looking intently at me, with her unnerving focus. Although I had not long ejaculated I felt a stirring in my groin.

Shaking myself from this reverie I said, "it depends on what you mean by had it? There are different levels. I might have a full blown fantasy like the one I told you the other night, or I can have just a passing thought or image when I'm out."

"Oh. So do you masturbate when you have the full fantasy?" This was the first time she had ever asked me whether I masturbated.

"Yes," I said, determined to just give her direct answers this time and so hopefully avoid the argument we had when it first arose.

She blushed slightly. "It's really strange to think of you sitting on the toilet or something, masturbating about me, when I'm your wife and you get to have sex with me anyway."

"Yes, but flattering too. There are plenty of men who don't find their wives sexy at all. After eight years you should be pleased that I probably find you sexier now than I ever did. To be honest I haven't masturbated this often since I was a teenager."

She snorted, "really? I thought it was just an occasional thing. Just how often are you doing it?"

Continuing my policy of openness I told her, probably once a day."

"Every day!" she sat up. "Really? Jesus how do you manage it? I mean you're not on your own that often."

"I sneak to the loo in work," I told her flatly.

"You're sitting on the toilet at work, wanking about me having sex with another man?"

"Or men"

"Oh. Sometimes I have sex with more than one do I?"

"Yes, sometimes you need two or three."

"I'm quite a slut in your fantasy aren't I?" she said with disapproval.

"That's the point exactly. In fantasy land you call yourself a slut sometimes. You wake up some mornings and tell me 'I feel slutty today', and then we go and have an adventure."

"I'm a bit uncomfortable with that," she said.

"Look," I explained. "I could be having fantasies about other women but I'm not. It's about you. Just think of it as an alternative universe. In that one there is another Debbie, just like you who happens to be a bit slutty at times."

"A slut-Debbie."

"Exactly."

"So, do you prefer this slut-Debbie or me?"

"It's not like that. I love you, I just like looking in at slut-Debbie sometimes."

"But if you could choose between us," she continued, "who would you choose?"

"You darling," I said soothingly. And then in a teasing voice, "mind you a day with slut-Debbie would be fun..."

She pinched me playfully. "Okay, so you are wanking once a day about me. And that is the full-blown fantasy. You said there were other times when it just occurred to you fleetingly. Such as?"

I shrugged, "well, we might be out in a shop and I'll have a sudden though about you and the bloke serving us, or in a restaurant the waiter might be a possibility. Usually it's when you're with me. Like the other day we were walking down the high street and I noticed a bloke looking at your bum, so that triggered it off."

"God, you think about it pretty much all the time don't you? I might be talking to you about what we're going to have for dinner and you're thinking about some bloke fucking me." She was getting angry again.

I was unfazed though and told her, "I have to admit, since we started talking about it, I have been thinking about it an awful lot. I can't help it. I walk around with a boner most of the day now."

"I can understand the fantasy part, but the everyday stuff sounds to me like you want me to become slut-Debbie. You can't separate fantasy from reality anymore."

There was some truth in this, as the fantasy had become so dominant I wasn't sure I had control over it anymore. This was the time I felt I had to lie though. "I think it's more a case of slut-Debbie is trying to come into our world. Hopefully she will go away again."

"Hmmm. I think you need to get it under control to be honest. Perhaps if you tell me the next time we're out and one of these images comes to you."

"Okay, will do," I said and with that she turned over and went to sleep. 

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A few days later we were in our local pub, having a few drinks and a meal. The landlord, a middle-aged bloke with a growing beer belly brought our food over. As he walked away Debbie said something to me and I had to ask her to repeat it. Then a look of comprehension came over her face.

"Him?" she said, disgusted. "You're thinking about me and him?"

I blushed, it was true. "Sorry," I said meakly. "It just came to me."

She laughed derisively. "Look if you're going to put me into your sordid little fantasies, at least give me someone decent."

"Oh yes? Like who?" I challenged her.

She looked around the pub and then indicated a young man sitting with his girlfriend. He had dark good looks and was dressed trendily. "What about him?" she said.

"Oh, so you fancy him do you?" I said.

"No, I'm not the one with the fantasy about having sex with someone else. But at least give me some taste in your alternative universe."

"That's not the point. It's more exciting if the bloke isn't a looker. It isn't about you having an affair, it's more about you having sex when you want it. Anyway, I'm not the one who went back to the park to see if some dirty old man was still there."

"Hey! That's not fair. I told you about that, you can't use it against me. It was different."

"Okay, okay. Anyway, it's my fantasy I'll put you in it with who I like."

"You and slut-Debbie ganging up on me, eh? So tell me, what happens with me and my lovely beau?"

I hadn't actually developed a fantasy, I'd just had an image of him sliding his big hands down Debbie's blouse. I adapted an old one for the occasion though. "Well, it's a bit different. You are wearing a short skirt with no knickers."

"Don't tell me," she mocked, "I've woken up in a slutty mood."

"Exactly. Anyway we're here and you lean across to me and tell me you're not wearing knickers. I raise an eyebrow and you sit back and open your legs a little. I peep over the table and I can see the edge of your bush. You wink at me. I take my foot out of shoe and stroke your leg, making my way up your thigh. Your eyes widen as I rub my toe along your pussy. You look around quickly, but we are hidden from view. I continue stroking your pussy and then I push my big toe in. You look a little shocked but you push your lap forward, burying my toe into you. A little moan escapes you and you start to rock back and forwards, fucking my foot. At this point the landlord comes with our food. We have been too preoccupied and have failed to notice him until he is standing over us. I quickly pull my foot away, and the toe comes out with a plopping sound. 

"He is staring down at your pussy, as your skirt is still pushed up. Flustered you pull it down. 'Sorry,' you say. 'I err..'

"He puts the plates down. 'That's okay love. It's not everyday I get to see a nice pussy like that.'

"You grin mischeviously. 'So you liked it then?' you say coquettishly.

"'Oh yes, looked lovely to me.' He has a bulge in his trousers now which is at eye height to us, so I know you have noticed it.

"'Do you want to see it again?' you tease him, holding the edge of your skirt between your fingers.

"'Yes,' he says dryly.

"You peel back the skirt revealing your pussy again. 'Do you still like it?'

"He is practically drooling looking at it. 'Oh yes,' he says.

"You open your legs some more. 'Do you think I should touch it?' you ask him.

"He nods and you lightly stroke your pussy lips with your index finger. You close your eyes and push one finger in. The landlord can't believe what he is seeing. The bulge in his trousers is now prominent. He gulps as he watches you take your finger out and slowly rub your clitoris.

"You open your eyes and stare straight at him, smiling. 'That feels nice,' you say. 'Do you want a go?' you ask him.

"He looks around the pub nervously. It is quite empty and no-one has noticed. 'What, here?' he croaks. 

"'Mmhmm,' you say, still circling around your clit with your finger.

"He looks at me and I shrug. He leans over and slides one of his thick fingers into your pussy. He doesn't show much finesse, simply working it in and out. I can hear it slurping as he does so. You push your groin up at him. 'How does that feel?' you ask him.

"'Lovely. Nice and tight,' he observes. 'And wet,' he adds.

"'Yes,' you say. 'I'm really wet because I'm so horny.' You reach up and rub his erection through his trousers. 'How do you think your cock would feel in there?' 

"'God,' he moans. 'Really?'

"'Yes, when I get like this only a good hard cock will do. And yours feels up to the job.' You look at me and ask, 'you don't mind if he fucks me do you darling?'

"I shake my head, smiling. 'Come on then,' he says, 'let's go out the back.'

"He walks away quickly, slightly stooped. You give me a quick kiss and follow after him. I wait a few minutes then go after you.

"In the car park I can hear some noise. Around by the crates and the bins at the back of the pub I find you both. You are topless, your blouse and bra on the floor. You are kneeling on the hard surface in front of him. His trousers are open and you are stroking his cock. Then you take it in your mouth and move your head back and forwards as you suck it. He groans loudly. Afraid he will come too soon you break off and stand up. 'It's a fuck I need' you instruct him. You lift up your skirt and bend over some crates, offering your arse up to him.

"He steps forward and you part your legs. He guides himself into your pussy and with a thrust he is in. You gasp. 'That's it,' you say. 'Now fuck me.' He pistons in and out of you, his big belly wobbling on top of your firm little arse. He reaches around and squeezes your hard nipples. Your eyes are closed and I can tell you are really enjoying yourself. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' you repeat.

"'God you really are a horny little slut,' he growls.

"'Yes, I am,' you moan. 'A horny slut who loves to be fucked. Now fuck me like the slut I am.'

"This dirty talk is obviously too much for him. He pushes harder and harder into you, 'Oh God, I'm going to come,' he yells.

"'Not yet, not yet,' you plead. And then you start to come, 'that's it, that's it. God, fuck, I'm coming!'

"He lets out a long animal growl and grips your hips and pulls you onto him as he shoots his load inside you. He seems to be going on for ages, I guess he must be emptying a lot into you. Your arse is wriggling against him as you finish your orgasm. Eventually he releases you and steps back, his limp cock sliding out of your pussy. You sag onto the crates. 'Jesus, that's better,' you say.

"He does up his fly. 'Cheers love, it's been ages since I've had a fuck.'

"You wave him away, still recovering. As he walks past me he says, 'that's some wife you've got there. The dinner is on the house by the way.'

"I go over to you and pick up your blouse and bra. Your hair is dishevelled, hanging across your face. 'You look beautiful,' I say.

"You pull yourself off the crates, looking exhausted. 'God, I needed that.' I help you on with your clothes and you smooth down your skirt. 'God, it feels like I've got gallons of come inside me,' you say, taking my arm.

"'I think you had several months backlog there.'

"'Mmmm. Do I look a mess?' you ask as we reach the pub door. Your clothes are crumpled, you are sweaty and your hair still hangs in strands across your face.

"'You look as though you've just been fucked,' I tell you.

"You giggle. 'Good,' you say, taking my hand and pulling me into the pub." 

I sat back at this point, satisfied. I hadn't really been looking at Debbie as I told it, as I needed to concentrate. Now I focused on her I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She was leaning forward, her eyes glazed as she seemed to be looking beyond me. Her usually smooth olive complexion was flushed brightly, causing small raised blemishes on her cheeks. 

She shook her head, flustered. "Ahem. Oh. I er.." She was interrupted by a figure standing at our side. We both looked up to see a middle-aged woman standing next to us. She was very middle-class, wearing a matching two piece suit and with dyed, set hair. She was shaking.

"You are disgusting," she hissed. "We've had to sit there," she indicated the table behind us, which was hidden from our view, and hence we had been unaware of their presence. "Listening to your filth. I'm leaving, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

I started to make an apology, but Debbie cut across me, "I notice you stayed to the end though. What's the matter love - jealous it wasn't you in the story?" 

Then she looked at me and laughed. I joined in and the woman stood there for a few moments shaking with rage, before stamping off.

"I think you'd better get me home you naughty pervert," Debbie winked. 



Talking with Debbie Ch. 04



It had been a week since the story in the pub, and Debbie and I had been very sexually active since, making love twice a day usually. Although she hadn't asked for any further stories, and so I hadn't ventured any, it was clear that they had had an effect. She now initiated sex more, was more vocal during sex, and more willing to try different positions. In short, she seemed to like sex a lot more. I certainly wasn't complaining, but what with this and still maintaining my fantasy, I was pretty much either thinking about Debbie and sex, or having sex with Debbie all the time. You might have thought that having more sex with Debbie would have seen the decline of the fantasy of her having sex with other men, but no, it seemed to intensify it if that was possible. I couldn’t focus at work because I was continually thinking of Debbie behaving like a slut.

On Saturday night we had a few drinks and I could tell Debbie was getting horny. She was sitting close to me, her thigh pressing against mine. Then she draped her legs across mine and her conversation became rather forced as her mind was on other things. I wasn’t going to resist, so I started stroking her arm lightly. She responded by rubbing my thigh. We both carried on talking about something else for a while. Then she put her drink down and slid across onto my lap. We kissed slowly and softly, I could taste the wine on her lips still. She looked good today, wearing some tight jeans that showed off her firm bum and a loose linen shirt. We had gone into town during the day where at various stages I had imagined her having sex with a tattooed biker, a large breasted teenage girl and three Italians. So, I was certainly in the mood for sex. I nibbled her bottom lip and she responded hungrily, pushing her tongue into my mouth. This wasn’t like Debbie at all and this new found sexual assertiveness turned me on. 

She rubbed my chest forcefully, pulling at my shirt. She pulled it over my head and sucked my nipples. She was grinding against my lap and I thought if she continues like this I am going to come in my pants. I had never seen her so hot.

She worked her way up from my chest, kissing my neck and then licking my ear lobes, which always drives me crazy. I immediately reached for her breasts and rubbed them through her shirt. 

She then whispered in my ear, “are you still having your fantasies about me?”

“Mhhmm” I mumbled as I unbuttoned her blouse.

“Guess what? I’ve started having them too.”

I pulled back to look at her at this point, startled by what she had said. 

She put on a deliberately provocative, coy, look,her eyes downcast and chewing her lower lip. "You’re not angry are you?” she asked, blinking her big eyes. It was all an act, a parody of flirting, but even so it excited me tremendously.

“No, no, of course not. Just intrigued. What sort of fantasies?”

She blushed slightly, the conviction of her act leaving her momentarily. “Oh, you know.”

“Go on, tell me.”

To distract me she looked down and started unbuttoning her blouse, which she shrugged off. Then looking me in the eye she said firmly, "Fantasies about other men fucking me - about being a slut.”

This was undoubtedly the most arousing sentence I had ever heard and I almost shot my load just hearing it. To hear my beautiful, reserved, controlled Debbie say those words was the equivalent of fulfilling a whole fantasy. Debbie mistook my silence for disapproval however and quickly mumbled, “sorry, I… it’s just…”

“Shhh,” I said and pulled her to me, kissing her greedily.

She reciprocated, rubbing my very erect member through my trousers. “Oooh, somebody’s excited,” she said.

Grappling with her bra I whispered in her ear, “you have no idea.” I pulled off her bra and took one of her small breasts in my mouth. She has pert boobs, with a slight uplift. Her dark nipples occupy a third of the breast and contrast well with her olive skin. When the nipple becomes erect, it changes the shape of her whole breast, making them pointed and direct. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth as I rolled my tongue over it.

Stroking the back of my head as I slurped on her tits she asked, “does it turn you on? Me having fantasies like that?”

“Mmm” I assented as I transferred my attentions to the other breast.

“Good. I want you to tell me one now. Tell me one of your fantasies while we fuck each other.”

I kissed her some more and asked, “what story do you want? Any requests?”

She unzipped my trousers and with her hand around my prick she said, “one where I’m very slutty. And one with a big cock in it please.” This last bit surprised me, but then Debbie was surprising me a lot tonight. As she stroked my cock up and down she whispered, “you don’t mind do you? It’s just after that story you told me about Tim, I’ve kind of being thinking about a big one.”

My own cock is slightly bigger than average, about seven inches, so I didn’t really suffer from any inferiority there, but it still causes a brief flutter of unease when your wife says this. Still, given my fantasies, who was I to complain?

“Let me give you some inspiration,” she said. Then she slipped off my lap and knelt on the floor. She quickly undid my trousers and pulled them down with my pants. As she grabbed my tool and brought her face to it she looked up at me with her warm eyes, just like they do in porno films. This was part of the act too, and I wondered where she had learnt it from, I wasn’t aware that she had seen any porno. She licked the helmet playfully like an ice-cream cone, leaving a trail of spittle on it. “Is this the sort of thing I do in your fantasies?" she asked and then took my cock in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as she sucked on it.

Debbie had only given me head in the early years of our relationship and I knew it wasn’t something she particularly liked (does any woman really?). As she sucked away she continued to have her eyes cast upwards, looking directly at me. It was almost more than I could stand.

“Jesus,” I moaned and pulled her off before I came.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?”

“Debbie, you’re joking. You are turning me on so much I’m going to come any minute.”

“Oh,” she blushed. She stood up and stepped out of her trousers. She sat back on my lap and said, “we don’t want that just yet. In that case you had better concentrate on making me happy.” She took my hand and placed it on her bush. I slipped a finger into her and she was already very moist. “Mmm,” she moaned, rocking forwards on my hand. “Now get on with that story before I come.”

“Ok. It starts tomorrow morning. You wake up, roll over and take my cock in your hand.”

“Like this?” she whispered, grabbing the base of my cock in the palm of her hand and gently stroking it.

“Mmm, yes, just like that. Then you nibble my ear and say, ‘I’m feeling very slutty today Dave. Feel how wet I am.’ You take my hand and place it on your pussy. I slide a finger in and feel how wet you are.”

“Like I am now?” she says, rubbing my hand as I slide another finger into her and stroke them in and out.

“Yes, just like your pussy is now. Then you say to me, ‘I need to do something naughty today.’ I am aroused, but still cautious. 

“’Are you sure?’ I ask.

“’Yes, very sure, but we need to get started soon.’

“’What sort of naughty do you want to do?’ I enquire.

“’I want to dress sluttily. I want to flash my pussy to someone. I don’t want to fuck anyone yet, but I want someone to know I am a slut. Can we do that?’

“’Oh yes,’ I say, ‘we can definitely do that. Let’s get you dressed.’ I jump out of bed and quickly pull on some jeans and a t-shirt. When I come back in from the shower room you are lying on the bed, your legs apart, writhing gently as you stroke your clitoris.”

Debbie moans at this and pushes forward on my hand. She moves her hand to her clit and starts to rub it with her forefinger. “Like this?” she asks, closing her eyes. She has never done anything like that in front of me before and once again it is almost more than I can stand, so I remove her other hand from my cock to stop me coming prematurely.

“I watch this for a while and then you open your eyes and say, ‘sorry, got a bit distracted there.’ You get up and rummage through your drawers for some clothes. I look at your firm, hot bum and I want to go over there and take you from behind, but I know that would spoil it. I absent-mindedly rub my crotch as I look at your smooth, shapely legs and those well toned buttocks. I think that other people should see these, they are so fucking sexy, it seems a shame not to let others enjoy them. You pull out some items and turn around to see me rubbing myself. ‘I see it’s working on you already,’ you smile. ‘Let’s hope you’re not the only one to get turned on by me today.’

“You lay out your clothes on the bed - a mid-thigh length pleated skirt, a halter top and bra and knickers. ‘What are those?’ I ask pointing to the underwear. ‘Sluts don’t wear panties or bra,’ I tell you. The realisation of what you are about to do hits you then and you start to protest, but I hold up my hand and you shrug, accepting the decision. You pull on the skirt and top. ‘Very nice,’ I tell you. The halter top ties around the back and shows a few centimetres of your flat tummy. ‘Turn around and bend over,’ I say.

“You do as I ask. The skirt rides up, revealing your lovely thighs but not quite your naked arse or pussy. ‘That’s fine, not too obvious, but with enough of a suggestion.’

“’Let’s go then,’ you say, looking excited. ‘I hope it’s not too windy otherwise everyone will see my pussy.’

“’We wouldn’t want that now, would we?’ I laugh.”

Debbie emitted a long moan at this stage. She pulled my fingers out of her vagina and positioned it along the slit. She then slid herself up and down the length of my finger, rubbing her clit and outer lips along my finger. “Ooooh, that’s it. I like this story Dave, carry on. Do you really find my arse that sexy?”

I reached around to grab it and squeezed the two buttocks together, “God, yes.”

“I never knew. You should have told me. Now I’ll definitely flash it for you. Anyway, carry on with the story.”

I momentarily pondered the ambiguity in her statement. Did she mean she would flash it to me, and me alone, or flash it for me, in public? I decided now was not the time to demand clarification, so I continued with the story. “We walk down the road. At first you are nervous, but gain in confidence as we walk. You begin to bounce as you walk, your skirt swishing provocatively from side to side. We don’t see anyone for a few minutes, although some cars pass. Then a young man is walking towards us. I look to see how you will react. There is an initial falter in your step and then obviously deciding to play it out you continue, wiggling your arse as you walk. The man notices you from a distance and looks down. Then as we pass he looks up and very obviously checks you out, staring at your tits and your legs. As we go past I catch him turning around to stare at your arse. You smirk with pleasure and confidence.

“We pass a middle-aged couple. The man discretely looks at you and the wife pretends not to notice. Then I become aware that there is a man pproaching us from behind. He is walking faster than us and will soon overtake us. ‘I think you need to do your shoe-lace up,’ I tell you.

“You look momentarily confused, as your shoelace isn’t undone and then smile knowingly. ‘Oh yes, must do that shoelace up. I have a feeling it might become untied quite a few times today.’ You bend over, sticking your arse in the air. The skirt rides up, showing your thighs and just a hint of your naked buttocks. It isn’t definite that you are without knickers, but there is the suggestion. 

The man slows his stride, transfixed by the sight. You hold your position as he walks past, his gaze never leaving your bum, not bothered that I am standing next to you. When he has passed, you stand up, flicking your hair. Your face is flushed from bending over, but also the excitement.

“You grin mischeviously, ‘do you think he liked what he saw?’

“’Definitely,’ I say. ‘I bet he would have liked it a whole lot more if your skirt had ridden up some more.’

“With mock innocence you say, ‘but then he would have seen I haven’t got any knickers on. What would he have thought of me then? He might think I’m just a little slut then mightn’t he?’ Even though we are in the middle of the road you rub my cock through my trousers. It is erect and twitches at your touch. 

‘Enjoying yourself?’ you ask.

“’You bet,’ I reply. ‘And you?’

“’I am feeling bloody horny,’ you giggle.

“We continue to the park. You are enjoying yourself now and attracting a lot of glances, some more obvious than others. I pat your bum and say, ‘I think it’s time that cute little arse of yours got an airing don’t you?’

“You say, ‘ok,’ meekly, a little unsure. You look around and see an elderly man walking his dog. ‘Him?’ you suggest.

“’Do your shoelace up again,’ I instruct you as he approaches, calling to his dog. You bend over as before. When the man is looking the other way I pull your skirt up by the waist, so it rides up about four inches. The bottom half of your bum is visible and it is obvious you are not wearing knickers. The way your leg is in front of the other, there is also just a glimpse of your slit showing. This is the sight that greets the man as he turns back to us. He stops walking and his eyes widen dramatically. He coughs in surprise. You stand up at this and turn to face him. He is still staring at where your arse had been.

“’That’s a nice dog,’ I say to him.

“’Yes, very nice,’ he says, clearly not talking about the dog.

“You lean into me and I slide my hand onto your naked bum. You freeze as I give it a little squeeze.

“’I’ve always liked stroking dogs,’ I say playfully and you nudge me with you elbow. I stroke your arse softly.

“’Yes, me too.” He is looking at my arm as it goes behind you and he is aware of what I am doing. “Patting them too,” he adds.

“Oh yes,” I say, giving your bum a firm pat.

“The man actually licks his lips at this. ‘Although sometimes they do need a spank,’ he suggests thoughtfully.

“’A spank?’ I say. ‘Yes I suppose so.’ You give me a quick look as if to say, ‘don’t you dare’, but with a swift motion I pull my hand back about a foot and give your arse a slap. There is a loud, sharp noise as skin makes contact with skin and you jump forward with a yelp.

“The man cackles and rubbing your bum you say, ‘I think we’d best be going darling.’

“He looks disappointed, but I agree and we say goodbye and walk off. As we do so, I lift the back of your skirt and place my hand on your red buttocks. The old man stands transfixed, watching your naked arse swish away from him.”

I interrupted my story because Debbie had been increasing her rhythm on my hand as I told the story. Now she lurched forward, burying her head into my shoulder. “God,” she said through gritted teeth, “I’m coming.” She grabbed my hand and pushed it into her vagina. I quickly pumped her with three fingers and she gripped the sofa cushion. She pushed her hips forward and I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers as she climaxed. She grunted into my shoulder, “that’s it, that’s it.”

She relaxed her grip and I extracted my hand. “Mmm,” she said. Then she climbed up further onto my lap and positioned herself over my erect penis. 
“Don’t stop, keep talking. I want to come again.” This was very unlike Debbie, usually she had one orgasm, if that, and was then finished. But now she took my cock head and guided it to the edge of her well lubricated pussy. It slid in with little resistance and she slowly rocked backwards and forwards on it. “Come on, keep talking before I change my mind,” she demanded.

“Okay, so after we have left the man with the dog behind, I take my hand off your bum and your skirt falls down again, covering your arse. You say ‘that was naughty, spanking my bum like that. It hurt!’

“I give you a quick kiss, ‘sorry darling, but it was fun to see his face.’

“’What now?’ you ask.

“’You still enjoying yourself?’ I check.

“’God yes,’ you blurt. ‘I haven’t had this much fun in ages. And I’m getting hornier by the minute. It’s just about all I can do not to drag you into the bushes and fuck your brains out.’

“My cock stiffens further at the thought and I consider it. I feel the same. ‘Shall we then?’ I suggest.

“Once again you rub my cock through my trousers. ‘I would love to have this inside me darling, but then that would be the end to it and I want to carry on a bit longer. But I promise you will get to do it today, so don’t worry.’

“’Okay, well, we’ve shown your hot little arse off to someone, so I guess it is your sweet little pussy next.’

“You look uncertain. You knew this was coming, but now it is here you are unsure if you can go through with it. ‘I don’t know,’ you mumble.

“We stop and I take your hands in mine. ‘Come on Debbie, you have such a lovely little bush, at the top of the sexiest thighs I have ever seen. I only 
have to look at you getting dressed and I’m almost coming in my pants. I would like someone else to see it too. And you know that is what you want, isn’t it?’

“You nod and say ‘yes’ quietly.

“We are now in a busy part of the park, so we need to find somewhere quieter. We walk for a while and as we go around a bend, the path leads between some trees. You stop suddenly and hiss, “that’s him.” You nod towards the bench, where a scruffy old man sits. He is wearing a black overcoat, even though it is quite warm. He has two days stubble and his thick black hair sprouts in unruly curls from his head.

“’Who?’ I ask stupidly.

“’That dirty old man I told you about. The one who said I had a nice arse and that he could always spot my sort.’

“I remember the story you told me now about your encounter with him when you were jogging once. I also remember that you said you went back after he had said this to see if he was still there, which had always intrigued me. ‘Perfect,’ I say. ‘I think we’ve just found the victim of your pussy flash.’

“’Him?’ you say aghast. ‘No, I can’t.’

“’Of course you can. Go over there and put your right leg up on the bench to do your shoelace up.’

“You take a deep breathe and smiling, say, ‘those shoelaces certainly are being troublesome today aren’t they?’

“We walk further. He has been looking the other way, but as he turns to us I think I notice a flash of recognition when he sees you. He stares blatantly at you, admiring your legs and skimpy top. A slight smirk comes on his face and I feel that he already knows what is going to happen. As we approach you say loudly, ‘I just need to tie up my laces darling.’ You skip over to the bench, your skirt bouncing so I think he may already guess that you are without knickers. I stand back slightly, but within earshot.

“You put your right leg up on the bench, so your skirt forms an arc from your thigh. He is closest to your left leg so he has a good view across and can see your exposed pussy. He looks directly at it, smiles and emits a knowing chuckle. 

‘Very nice,’ he says in a croaky voice.

“You turn to him, still with your leg up. The skirt goes down a little so he can just see the bottom of your bush. ‘What’s that?’ you ask firmly.

“He is unabashed. ‘Your pussy. Very nice. I knew you had a nice arse that time you were jogging. Now I know you have a nice pussy too.’

“You are dumbfounded by his directness. ‘Oh,’ you say. You look at me and I shrug. You take your leg off the bench.

“He continues, ‘lift up your skirt. Let me have another look.’ His forwardness has rather nonplussed both of us, and so he seems to be in control. Not knowing what else to do, you follow his instructions and lift up the front of your skirt. I am on the outer part of the bend, so I have a good view either way and no-one is around. You are looking up at the sky as he gazes into your bush. ‘Come closer,’ he says. You hesitate momentarily and then, still holding up your skirt you stand in front of him. ‘Mmmmm,’ he murmurs appreciatively leaning forward, so his face is only six inches from your pussy. ‘I can see you’re already a bit excited.’ He is referring to the glistening and slightly swollen lips that are apparent after our games. You blush at this and drop your skirt.




Talking with Debbie Ch. 04



“’You two been having some fun eh?’ he says to me. I nod. Then he says to you, ‘turn around and show me that lovely arse of yours.’ Again you look at me for advice and I shrug again, so you comply. You turn around and lift up the back of your skirt. ‘Oh yes, very nice,’ he comments. ‘Bend forward now.’ You don’t bother to look at me this time and simply do as he asks, putting your hands on your knees. Your firm arse is now pointing directly into his face. ‘Oooh yes, that is one hot butt, just like I knew it would be.’ You can’t see, but he is rubbing himself through his trousers now. This has gone slightly further than I thought it would, but I am incredibly aroused by the sight of you bending over, letting this dirty old man inspect your arse. My boner, which has been prominent all day, stiffens further at this, and I too want to rub it, but I fear I will come if I do. I can see that you too are aroused, your cheeks are flushed and I can see your nipples are erect as they poke against your top.

“The old man looks at me again, ‘may I?’ he asks raising his hands up. He is asking me permission to fondle your bum. You look at me startled, but you don’t move. I nod, swallowing dryly. He places his hands on your arse and you shudder at the contact. Then he kneads your buttocks, rubbing his thumbs upwards. The taut skin moves against his firm grip. He continues like this for a couple of 
minutes and you stay in your position, letting him maul your butt. I can tell that despite your better instincts it is exciting you. The flush on your face deepens and you chew your bottom lip. He finishes with a light spank and you emit a little ‘ooh’ sound.”

I had to stop my story at this point as Debbie was riding my cock with increased vigour and I would soon come if she didn’t slow down. I took her elbows and gently decreased her rhythm.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just enjoying this so much. Carry on.”

“Okay, so he stops groping your behind and says, ‘turn around.’ You do so and then he says, ‘now I want to see those pert little tits of yours.’

“’What? No, I can’t..’ you protest, but we all know it is futile.

“’Come on. Show me those nice tits. I can see your nipples poking out at me. Undo the tie at the bottom of your top.’

“You look at me over your shoulder and I give you a quick smile and nod. You reach behind and undo the string at the back of your top. It is backless, so it is only held by the string around your neck now. You lift the top up. Your breasts stand proud, the nipples pointing out and upwards, completely erect. ‘Oh yes,’ the man says, ‘that’s the sort of titties I like.’ He rubs his cock again and you see it this time but don’t react. 

“’Someone coming,’ I inform you. A male cyclist has appeared down the path. You two are hidden from his view at the moment. You drop your top back down and start to tie it back up.

“’Leave it untied,’ the man says firmly and you pull your hand away, but look nervously in the direction of the cyclist. He approaches and senses there is something strange going on. He doesn’t make eye contact with any of us, although he sizes you up. As he passes he notices the tie hanging down from your top. As he cycles away the old man says ‘now bend over.’ You gulp and do as he says. The top swings away from you, so your breasts are clearly visible from the side. The cyclist looks back and is treated to this sight. His bike wobbles and he nearly falls off before peddling away.

“The old man chuckles again. ‘Now, let’s see that pussy of yours again.’ You lift up your skirt for him again. He looks over to me again, ‘don’t mind if I  do, do you?’ You know without looking that I will consent and you close your eyes, waiting for the touch. He slowly runs his thumb down the length of your slit. You shiver involuntarily. ‘My, my, you really are enjoying this aren’t you?’ Then to me, ‘she’s dripping wet over here.’ He then moves his rough skinned thumb up to your clitoris and parting the lips, he rubs this with the pad of his thumb.

“’Oh God,’ you say and rock forward on to his hand.

“He laughs again and then says, ‘take your top off. I want to see those lovely tits of yours while I play with your cunt.’ He is rubbing your clit with rough, but expert motions and you are clearly enjoying it, especially given the heightened state of arousal you were in when he started. You reach up and untie the bow at your neck. The top falls to the floor and he kicks it away. I can’t believe you are topless in a public park, letting this old man finger fuck you. I also can’t believe how erotic I find it. ‘That’s it darling,’ he says. Then you gasp as he slides two thick fingers into your pussy and slowly fucks you with them while continuing the attention to your clit with his thumb. ‘I told you didn’t I? When I first saw you I knew you were a slut. I can spot them. I was married to one for twenty years. She loved to fuck.’ You moan as he continues to work on your pussy. Then he looks at me and says, ‘this is her first time isn’t it? She’s going to make a good slut for you. Aren’t you dear?’

“’Mmm,’ you say, grabbing his hand and pulling it into you.

“’Say it darling,’ he insists.

“’I’m going to make a good slut,’ you say.

“’Good girl. And sluts love to fuck, so let’s fuck.’

“You open your eyes and shake your head. ‘No way, I’m not fucking you, not here.’ But you don’t move away and you continue to sway back and forth on his fingers.

“He cackles and says, ‘I think this will change your mind dear.’ He unzips his trousers and reaches inside. He seems to have to reach down far. You have stopped rocking and stare transfixed, half appalled and half intrigued. He 
starts to pull out his cock. I thought he might be well endowed when I saw his big hands rubbing your arse. He has it by the base and it bends as he drags it  out. It seems to go on forever. Then the top suddenly springs free, standing tall above his thick hands. You squeal and jump back, his hand sliding out of your pussy.

“You put your hand up to your mouth and say, ‘Oh my God. It’s massive.’ And it is, he takes his hand away so you can see it in its full glory. It must be ten inches, maybe more. It sways around, like a beast sniffing the air. The large cock-head glistens with pre-cum in the sunshine. You step forward again and his hand is immediately on your pussy again, but you don’t seem to notice, you are mesmerised by his huge member. 

“Suddenly I realise someone is coming. I have been too interested in what you are doing and they are nearly upon us. ‘Someone’s coming,’ I shout. Neither of you move though. You continue to stand there, topless, being finger fucked, staring at this old man’s huge cock. Then I realise that the person coming is the cyclist again.

“He pulls up next to me and says, ‘Wow,’ as he takes in the scene. ‘Is that your wife?’ he asks. I nod dumbly. ‘Do you mind if I watch? I don’t want to join in, I’m married, but when I saw her flashing her tits I thought I had to come back and see what was happening.’

“’Go ahead,’ I say.

“Then he sees the old man’s prick and says, 'Christ, that’s some knob he’s got there. Is she going to fuck him?’

“’I would think so,’ I say.”

Debbie was increasing her rhythm on my cock again. This was the hardest I had ever fought not to come. I knew I had to finish the story for her, but usually the story itself would be enough to get me to come, but combined with my beautiful wife riding my cock and panting in delight, it was unbearable. I tried to concentrate on the words I was using rather than the overall image.

“God this story is great,” Debbie said. “I am so fucking horny, keep going, I want to hear how it ends while we’re still fucking.”

“You are still staring at his cock. He looks up at you and says, ‘well?’

“You just nod. You look over your shoulder at me. You notice the cyclist for the first time and smile in a distant manner. You say to me, ‘sorry Dave, I’ve got to try that thing.’

“’Say it,’ the old man demands again.

“’I want you to fuck me,’ you say firmly.

“’With what?’ he persists.

“’I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours,’ you declare.

“I am worried whether your slim, athletic body can take this beast. He is obviously thinking the same. ‘Your nice tight pussy might not be able to take it,’ he challenges you.

“’I want to try. I want to try and take all of it.’

“He laughs again, ‘good girl. Come on then, bend over the back of the bench.’ You do as he says and spread your legs. The cyclist and I move closer to get a better view. He stands up, still wearing his overcoat and trousers. His cock sways drunkenly, sticking out at 45 degrees. He positions himself behind you. ‘Well you’re nice and wet anyway,’ he chuckles as he positions the cock-head at the entrance to your slit. It looks even larger when placed between your small buttocks. He pushes it in slowly and you gasp. You are stretched wide and I think it won’t be able to gain entrance. Then he gives another push and the end slips in.

“’Jesus!’ you declare. ‘Fuck me, that thing is big.’

“’Do you want more?’ he teases you.

“’Yes,’ you whimper.

“’Ask nicely,’ he says.

“’Give me more of your big cock please,’ you plead.

“He pushes in some more of its length. It is about half way in now. You gasp again. ‘More?’ he enquires.

“’Yes, God, yes, give me more of that cock,’ you demand.

“’He pushes in another couple of inches. ‘Getting tight now,’ he comments.

“Suddenly your legs buckle. You are coming unexpectedly, although after all the stimulation you have had, it shouldn’t be a surprise. ‘Oh, oh, Jesus, hold on,’ you moan. Your legs sag and he reaches around to support you, still impaled on his monster dick. He plays with your nipples as he does so. You whine softly as he does this, your back shivering as an orgasm sweeps over you. 

“’You come already darling?’ he asks. ‘We haven’t started yet.’

“You turn around to look at him. Your hair is sweaty and sticks to your face. Your cheeks are flushed and you look absolutely beautiful, as you always do when you’ve just come. You are panting and you say, ‘I know. I want more. Now shut up 
and fuck me with that thing.’

“He laughs and with a firm thrust of his hips pushes it fully in. Your head snaps back and you yell, ‘Jesus fucking Christ! That’s right in there.’

“Then he pulls it right back, so that just the cockhead is in. It looks absolutely huge sliding out of you, I wonder that your small frame can accommodate it. Then with a savage thrust he plunges back in, right up to its hilt. You yell again. He repeats this with increased vigour, slamming its full length into you with an almost sadistic glee. You jolt forward with each thrust.

“The cyclist is standing next to me. ‘God that is one hot wife you’ve got there,’ he comments.

“’I know,’ I tell him.”

Both Debbie and I were close to coming now. She was bringing herself right up on my cock and bouncing down. “I’m coming Dave,” she informed me. “Hurry up, please.”

“He continues fucking you with the full length of his cock and I can see you are close to coming again. ‘Do you like it?’ he demands.

“’Yes, yes,’ you reply. ‘I love it. I love your cock fucking me.’”

Debbie now repeated this, “I love it,” she cried in the lounge. “I love your cock fucking me.”

“He grunts now, ‘I’m going to come in you,’ he shouts.

“’Yes, yes, shoot your load inside me,’ you yell.”

“Yes, yes,” Debbie cried. “Shoot your load inside me.”

This was more than I could stand and I started to come at last. Through gritted teeth I continued, “You start to come, screaming ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus, I’m coming.’”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus, I’m coming!” And she was. She arched her back and clawed at my arms. I thrust my hips up and she pushed down. The last of my come left my cock and she ground down onto my dwindling member. “Oh, God,” she whispered, “Oh, sweet fuck I’m coming.” Then I felt her pussy muscles and buttocks tighten and she went rigid.

“Then he comes, shouting, ‘That’s it, that’s it.’ He pushes his cock right into you and I know he is shooting his spunk deep inside you. You grip the bench tightly as he finishes off.”

“Ohhhhh,” Debbie moaned and then her body went limp. She collapsed onto my shoulder, burying her head into the sofa. We were both coated in sweat. We stayed this way for a while and then without moving her head she mumbled into the cushion, “finish it off darling.”

“So, he finally pulls his cock out of you. Even flaccid it is enormous. It comes out with a loud slurping sound. When he has pulled out you sag at the knees and I pull you up. I flatten down your skirt and tie your top back on. You look up at me sheepishly and say, ‘thankyou darling.’

“The cyclist says enthusiastically, ‘that was fantastic, thank you for putting on a show.’

“You acknowledge him for the first time and smile shyly, ‘you’re welcome.’

“I can’t wait to get home and tell my wife about this.’ He hops on his bike and rides off, waving.

“The old man puts back his prick inside his trousers. Just then a family walk past and all of us look guilty. It occurs to us how close we came to being caught and what that might have meant. ‘I think you’d best get me home,’ you say weakly. ‘I can’t walk very well.’ I put my arm around you and we hobble off. 

“As we leave the man calls out in his leering voice, ‘cheers darling. I’m here every week if you fancy some more.’ Now that you have been satisfied he has returned to being the disgusting old man you first thought he was and you shudder at his crudeness. Still, I can’t help but wonder….”

I stroked Debbie’s hair softly. She sniffed and lifted her head up. Her hair was sweaty and stuck to her face, just as I had imagined it in the story. As I said then, she looked beautiful, frail and lovely. There were tears in her eyes.

She gave me a soft kiss, “thank you darling. That was… well fantastic. I have never had it like that.” She gave me a sweet smile and said, “I think we could do that again.”




Talking with Debbie Ch. 05



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?"




Talking with Debbie Ch. 05



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.




Talking with Debbie Ch. 05



"'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. 



Talking with Debbie Ch. 06



It had been a week since Debbie had told me her story and I had spent that time trying to notice any discernable change in her that might indicate whether it was true or not. She acted just as normal, we had even had a normal lovemaking session since. She was maybe a bit more confident, a slight arrogant bounce in her step, but nothing you could really say was different. She dressed the same, talked about the same things and responded to me in the same way. I was beginning to think maybe it had all been a one off and that I was foolish to read so much into it. She had just felt like having a bit of fun and, being better able to control these things than I am, that had been sufficient for her.

We were eating dinner one night, she had just opened the wine, so unlike on many previous occasions it wasn't the consumption of a few bottles that lowered her inhibitions. 

In a very businesslike tone she asked, "Dave, you remember the other night? When I told you that story?"

I stopped, my fork halfway to my mouth "Yes," I replied, dubiously. I wondered whether she was now going to berate me for my response when she had told me it was true.

"Well when I told you it was true and you believed that it was, you didn't seem too bothered. In fact you seemed to rather like it."

I coughed, "we were both rather excited at the time Debbie, I didn't mean.."

She held up her hand, "it's okay, I'm not cross, no need to be defensive. I just wanted to ask if you meant it, and if so, why it wouldn't bother you. Be honest."

I chewed my food while I contemplated my response. "If I'm honest then no, it didn't bother me. And that was a surprise to me. I was relieved when you told me it wasn't true, but at the time it didn't bother me, and as you say, it excited me. As for why - I guess it's in the nature of the act. If you had told me you had been having an affair for six months I would have been devastated. But that didn't seem like a betrayal. It's about your intentions I suppose. I feel that you were having fun but it wasn't to hurt me or because you didn't think of me. In some ways it was partly for me I suppose. It made me feel closer to you if anything." I shrugged, unable to explain it further.

She smiled and squeezed my hand across the table. "I've been thinking about it a lot. And that's pretty much what I'd concluded too. All those stories you told me, even if they were only fantasy, still informed me how you felt about me, how sexy and desirable you found me. The key to all those stories was that other people got to see, and experience me in that way, but you were part of it."

"I suppose so. They just turn me on."

She took a big gulp of her wine, "that got me to thinking. Those stories obviously turn both of us on, admittedly when you first told me I was a little shocked and appalled, but when I thought about it I could see your point of view and then I began to get aroused by them. It was a tremendous confidence boost to me to know that you saw me like that. So I was thinking if those stories get us that aroused and make us feel that close to each other, how much more powerful might the real thing be?"

My mouth dropped open at this point in a comic-book depiction of shock. "What are you saying Debbie?"

She blushed at my reaction and hesitated before deciding to surge on. "Look, I'm just going to say this. If we decide it's a bad idea, that's fine, but I think it's worth discussing.

"I think there may be an opportunity for us to move these fantasies on. To make them reality in a way that doesn't compromise us and lets us decide whether we prefer them as fantasy or reality."

I continued to stare at her. She put her glass down firmly. "oh come on Dave! Don't look at me like I'm saying this out of the blue. You must have asked yourself whether you wanted it to become reality."

She had me there, as she so often did in argument. "Okay, maybe I have," I admitted.

"Good, that's all I'm saying. So, I think there is an opportunity for us to live out those fantasies."

"How?" I asked, against my better judgement.

"Well, Stefan at work is leaving on Friday. He is off around the world and then settling in the states where he has family. He will never come back again. Now I know he fancies me, I've caught him staring at me, particularly my legs, often enough. And if we're being honest I have flirted with him a little bit, nothing obvious, just enough to know that he flirted back and was interested."

"I see, and how do you feel about him?" I said, a series of small contractions starting in my stomach. I wasn't sure whether they signified anger, jealousy or excitement at this stage.

"He's okay," she shrugged. "Obviously younger than me, okay looking, but nothing to write home about. There is one thing though – I think he might be a well endowed young man."

I swallowed and tried to look calm, but the contractions were now a churning mass. "Oh," was all I could manage.

She continued, quite unabashed as if she were telling me of a holiday we might go on. "You know I've become a bit fascinated by, you know, big cocks. I blame you – I had never really thought about it until you told me that story about Tim. You described it so well, it made me think about what it would feel like, whether it would be painful, or enjoyable. In your stories you always have it that I surrender to my lusts completely and act like some craven cock-slut. I've never really felt like that, but you made it sound exciting, so I wondered whether being fucked by really big prick would be qualitatively different, whether it would make me act like you depicted." She was a clever one, Debbie. She had managed to both pay me a compliment by claiming it was the power of my stories that made her feel this way and also passed some of the blame on to me. 

She continued, "I kept thinking about those stories and before I knew it I was walking around checking out men's groins to see if I could spot a bigger than average packet. It became quite a pastime for me. I had never really thought about it before, but over the past few weeks I have been trying to determine a guy's size from his build and the way he adjusts himself, and any noticeable lumps. It isn't very easy, I couldn't tell you if most men were big, medium or average. What with loose trousers, pants and the naturally flaccid state men are in most of the time, it is usually just an indiscriminate lump. I did get a few good sightings though. The first one was on the bus, it was a chap in his mid-fifties, very respectable looking, like a professor. It was crowded and he was standing up next to where I was seated. Maybe it was the rocking motion of the bus, but it was probably the presence of a hot young girl next to him who seemed to be wearing little more than her underwear. I was half asleep and was just staring into space when I noticed a movement in his corduroy trousers. It was down to the right, a movement of about an inch as his penis slowly stiffened and extended down his trouser leg. I immediately fixed on it and waited. He seemed oblivious to it at the moment. Sure enough as the bus rocked and the teenager bumped into his arm, it moved again. This time I could see the outline of the end bit, it moved upwards like the hand on a clock. It must have been uncomfortable for him, but being restrained meant that the motion of the bus was effectively rubbing it against his pants, causing him to become more excited. The lump became more distinct. He reached down to adjust it as discretely as possible, and I quickly looked away. When I looked back, he had positioned it so it was no free to point upright. Although this must have reduced some of the discomfort, it meant it was more apparent. It was pushing against his fly and reached up to his waist band. I was staring at his trousers now, imagining how it would look, how heavy it would feel. I suddenly realised that he was looking down at me. He knew I was staring at it! When I caught his gaze he looked away, embarrassed. He tried to turn away, but that would have meant turning into the girl and she would have felt this thing pressing into her bum, and would probably have screamed. So, he was trapped. I continued to look at it, and he tried to ignore me. But the fact that I was so obviously interested in it was having an effect. It twitched in his trousers as if it were trying to escape. I wondered how big it was, and I really wanted to see it. Not to have sex, but just to see it. I continued to stare at it, and it seemed to keep swelling, straining against his trousers. I felt that it was almost a separate entity to its owner. He got off at the next stop, this very prominent bulge pointing the way as he walked off the bus.

"I knew at that point I wanted to move beyond just fantasy, to really experience it. Then a few days later I was at work and Louise was wearing one of her revealing tops. That was one part I didn't lie about the other night - she has the most enormous tits and wears these sexy outfits all the time. This day she had a trouser suit on, which would have been fine, but she didn't have a top on underneath, so the jacket did up to the apex of her breasts. She had a push up bra on, so a huge cleavage was on show, and when she bent over you had a good view of her full tits in her black bra. I had found it quite difficult to hold a conversation with her, so I don't know how the men managed. She had been talking to Stefan for a while, leaning over his desk, so he had a good view of her chest. Then I called him in and as he approached I noticed him walking awkwardly. I then looked at his groin area and saw a huge bulge straining against his rather tight trousers. I thought 'why haven't I seen that before?' but it was because I hadn't really been looking up until now. Amazing what passes unnoticed if you aren't attuned to it. This made me think what else I might be missing right in front of my eyes. 

"As he stood in front pf me and I asked him to do a few things I couldn't help it, I kept thinking, 'just have one more glance and then no more'. I thought I had got away with a couple of discrete observations, but on the third one I looked up and he followed my gaze and then shifted awkwardly. There was no doubt though, he had a monster cock in there. I couldn't really make out its shape, it was still curled around inside his pants, but it was pushing so hard against his trousers that they had risen up, accentuating his balls. No wonder Louise was always flashing her tits at him I thought. She will undoubtedly have spotted it too. It made me wish I had a chest like hers to display or that I was wearing something less conservative so I could flash a bit of leg at him. 

"When he left I went straight to the toilet and masturbated, imagining unzipping his fly and hauling out his big member and feeling its firmness and heaviness in my hands. It was that night I told you that story. I wanted to see what you felt about my living out your fantasies. And you told me you would like it. So now I'm making you this proposal - on Friday we are all going out. I will join them but leave early, and I'll bring him back to the office. There he can fuck me with that hopefully big dick of his. But the key thing is - you will be able to watch darling. I'll let you into the office next to mine, so with the lights off you'll be able to see the whole thing. Think of it! Think how exciting it will be for me knowing you are there and for you knowing that I am performing for you. What do you say darling?"

I was unable to speak. I couldn't believe what she had said and what she was proposing. It seemed as though I was viewing her from a distance and she was speaking as if in a dream where you can't make out what someone is saying. Then the swirling nauseous feeling in my stomach ceased and I realised I had a raging hard-on. The feeling had decided what it wanted to be. "Yes," I said flatly. 

Her eyes widened. "Really? God I feel sick now. I wanted you to say yes, but I think I would have been relieved if you had said no. My God, are we really going to do this Dave?"

I nodded assertively, "yes, let's do it."

She finished her wine and said, "okay, but remember always that it's you I love, and that means more to me than anything."

******************* This is what happened that Friday then, some it I got from Debbie afterwards, but I'll tell it chronologically here.

We were up in our bedroom, Debbie had come home from work before going back out to meet the others. I was laying on the bed watching her dry herself after a shower. She looked lovely, a combination of sex appeal and classiness. I couldn't believe that another man would be seeing her naked tonight, but at the same time I really wanted her to be appreciated by someone else.

"What do you think I should wear?" she asked.

"Something that shows off those lovely legs of yours. What about that green skirt with the slit up the side?"

"Yes, good idea. Knickers?"

"I wouldn't bother, you're only going to be taking them off again later."

"Well, hopefully," she said. Both of us were trying to outdo the other in seeming relaxed and nonchalant, although I was in a state of anxiety and anticipation. I could only imagine how Debbie must have been feeling. She talked quickly and flitted between subjects, hoping to divert her mind. It was the same way she acted when she got nervous about something. Debbie didn't get nervous very often, and was usually very controlled. The last time I had seen her like this was when she went for a job interview. This evening had the same element of anticipation and needing to perform well. I occasionally forgot what the actual event at the end of the evening was, and then it would hit me anew, and I would experience a tumult of emotions that combined fear, anxiety, excitement and lust. I could almost make myself come by just saying to myself 'tonight my lovely wife is going to get fucked by a stranger with a huge cock, while I watch.'

I was full of desire for her as she pulled on a tight top, which showed the shape of her petite boobs and a bit of her smooth stomach. I reached up and rubbed my hand up her thigh. She shivered, and I continued upwards, feeling her firm, naked buttocks under her skirt. She looked down at me and smiled. Indicating the bulge in my trousers she said, "you're really turned on by this aren't you?"

I mumbled my affirmation as I moved my hand around and slid a finger along her slit, which was damp. She pulled my hand away and turned her back on me, and then bent over, pushing her arse towards me. "Can you see my pussy when I bend over like this?" she asked.

"No, not quite, although I think someone who was looking would guess that maybe you didn't have any knickers on."

"Good," she said, and then lifted one leg on to the bed. "What about now?"

I shifted up the bed, "oh, yes, now I can see that lovely wet pussy of yours."

"Good," she said again. "If Stefan isn't interested I may have to revert to plan B."

This was the first I had heard of a plan B. "Oh?"

"Yes - fuck anyone. I haven't gone to all the trouble of getting your agreement and getting myself all wound up only to be let down. If Stefan doesn't bite I'll chat someone up, flash my pussy around and bring them back to the office for a fuck. It won't make any difference to you, will it?"

I gulped, shocked at how matter of fact she was about it, but also partly relieved that this demonstrated she wasn't really interested in Stefan, just the encounter. I felt much less threatened by this, not to mention aroused.

"I'd best go," she checked her watch. I rubbed her thigh again, trying to pull her down onto the bed. She wagged her finger at me, jokingly. "Not now hot boy. I want to be fresh for Stefan - or whoever. And the same goes for you, no wanking while I'm out. I'll call you when I'm on my way to the office and will meet you outside." With a long, loving kiss she left, and that was it. I had to sit and wait for a few hours, thinking of nothing else but what my wife would be doing. 

This was the worst period, when I began to have doubts and was troubled by jealousy. To get over it I sat down I opened some beer and started writing the stories about Debbie, to get me into the frame of mind. This worked very well, until I was desperate to get out and see the fantasies become reality.

Debbie met Louise and Cathy in a pub. Seeing these two she immediately doubted the success of her plan. Cathy was wearing tight, PVC hot pants and clumpy trainers that showed off her long shapely legs. With her slim figure and Mediterranean good looks, she smouldered with sexuality. Louise was even more blatant. She wore a very tight dress, which was unbuttoned to the apex of her considerable boobs. These threatened to explode from the tight confines of the dress every time she moved or laughed. She jumped up in excitement when Debbie entered and her tits bounced up and down like basketballs, telling Debbie she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress had a short flared skirt and she wore knee length boots also, if you could tear your gaze away from her chest. Debbie felt dowdy next to these two, and thought that there would be no way Stefan would even notice her next to these young sexy girls. 

Tony joined them soon afterwards and stopped dead in the door, not knowing where to look. His look first lingered on Cathy's long legs and bum, then he focused on Debbie's exposed stomach, before finally settling on Louise's deep cleavage. The two girls giggled at his awkwardness, his staring at them was obviously something of a standing joke. Debbie felt flattered, and emboldened though that he had been equally flustered and interested in her. Maybe there was hope for her plan yet, she thought as she bought some drinks.

Megan arrived soon after, with Stefan, having picked him up on the way. Debbie noticed that Megan, who was in her fifties, and had always dressed conservatively, was now dressing more daringly. She was wearing a black dress tonight, which was low-cut at the front. She also had on a push up bra, so although not in Louise's league, she was sporting a good deal of breast on display. She had obviously spent time and effort on her hair and make-up. Debbie thought how well she looked for her age, and complimented her. She blushed somewhat. 

Louise was more forthright and bustled up to her, pointing at Megan's chest, joking loudly, "hey, are you trying to steal the attention from me?"

"Somehow Louise, I don't think that will happen," Debbie said, as Megan blushed deeper. 

Debbie had not managed to look at Stefan since he entered. She felt like a schoolgirl who has a crush on a boy and so avoids contact with him. She was worried that any attention she gave him would immediately betray her thoughts and intentions. Stefan was talking with Tony, and soon Louise and Cathy joined him. Debbie continued talking with Megan, but she was distracted by the laughter coming from the other group, and the continual thought that she was standing here without any knickers on underneath her short skirt. She knew she would have to join in with the other group soon, or the whole evening would slip away from her. She swallowed her drink, took a deep breath and went over to the others, asking them what they wanted to drink.

When she finally looked at Stefan she was struck by how young he seemed, and also disappointed that he wasn't as good looking as she had been building him up to be in her imagination. She thought to herself, 'what am I thinking? I don't want to have sex with this man. I'll ring Dave and tell him to come and get me. It was all a silly game that got out of hand.'

With this thought she relaxed and went to the bar. Soon Stefan was standing beside her. "I'll give you a hand with the drinks," he said.

"Okay," Debbie smiled. 

"You look nice tonight," he complimented her.




Talking with Debbie Ch. 06



"Thanks," Debbie chuckled. He was hitting on her, maybe there was some hope for the evening, she thought and then remembered she had decided not to go through with it. "Mind you, I don't really stand up against those two. Or even Megan when she dresses like that."

Stefan looked at her seriously and said, "oh no, you are much classier than they are. They are nice, but sometimes they are a bit too obvious, too much on display."

'My God, he really is trying to chat me up,' Debbie thought and became flustered. "If I was their ages and had figures like them, I'd put it on display too," she said, trying to laugh it off.

"But you do have a good figure. Especially your legs. I wish you would have worn skirts like that to work more often."

"Careful Stefan, I'm a married woman," Debbie warned him with a smile. And then, involuntarily her gaze dropped to his crotch. She could see a faint bulge, but nothing to indicate he was large or aroused yet. She suddenly looked up and Stefan was smiling knowingly at her. She blushed quickly and said, "err, I think we'd best get these back to the girls."

For the next hour or so, they all stayed in a group and Debbie talked with the girls about work. Then they decided to go onto somewhere a bit livelier that served cocktails. It was busier in here and they all drank quickly. Everyone was getting merry, but Louise in particular seemed to be getting louder. Stefan went to the bar and as he did so he brushed behind Debbie. If it hadn't been for the earlier conversation and her own intentions that night she might have dismissed it, but she was sure he rubbed his hand along her bum as he did so. It was only a brief touch, and not too firm, but she was sure it was there. 

Two drinks later and Stefan became bolder. This time when he went to the bar he placed the full palm of his hand on Debbie's bum and rubbed it along. The drink must have had an effect on Debbie too, because before she could think, she pushed her bum back on to his hand. He left it there for a second and then gave her arse a firm squeeze, which she wriggled against. Debbie was feeling confused now. Her earlier resolve to call off the evening began to waiver. Now she was thinking that Stefan was good looking, and besides, she was only going to do it for Dave's sake. It would be a shame to let him down.

They found some seats, and as Debbie sat down on a low sofa, she forgot she was without knickers and wondered whether she had briefly flashed her pussy at Tony, or Megan. She tried to lean forward and crossed her legs, which caused the slit on the side of her skirt to open up, revealing most of her thigh. She decided to leave it exposed and carried on sipping her drink. When Louise joined them she bent over and everyone noticed that her dress was undone by another button or two so that her huge tits swung outwards. One nipple was half exposed. 

"Jesus Louise, you're coming out of that thing," Cathy commented.

Louise tutted and pulled the top closed again. "It was that bloke up at the bar, I had a dance with him and he must have undone a button or two when he was having a fondle."

"You let him fondle your tits on the dancefloor?" Megan asked.

Louise shrugged, "why not? He seems like a nice guy. When you've got tits like these you either go with it or spend your life getting uptight about it."

Tony was staring drunkenly at Louise's breasts now. She had pulled the top part closed, but not done any buttons back up again. With his view from the side, Tony could now see most of Louise's nipples as the dress flopped open again. He was obviously enjoying the view. Debbie checked Stefan, who was being more discrete than Tony, but was still sneaking occasional looks. She then checked his groin and was rewarded with the sight of a small tent that had begun to develop there.

As more drink flowed, Louise became increasingly brash. At one point she accidentally tipped back in her seat and treated everyone to the site of her naked pussy.

"Put it away Louise!" Cathy joked. 

Louise bawled with laughter, "sorry everyone. Still, don't tell me you're wearing knickers under those tight shorts Cathy."

"Well, maybe I'm not, but at least I'm not flashing it everywhere."

"They don't mind, do you boys?" Tony and Stefan shook their heads dumbly. Debbie was pleased to note that Stefan's tent had grown considerably bigger. Louise continued, "anyone else not wearing knickers?" she asked, looking directly at Debbie.

How did she know? Debbie wondered. Had she flashed earlier? Was it obvious? She wasn't going to admit it though. And then, of its own volition she found her hand going up in response to the question. Everyone looked at her and she tried not to blush.

"Debbie!" Cathy said.

Both Tony and Stefan were now staring at Debbie's skirt as if hoping to see through it. 

"Well, well, well," Louise mocked. "And you a married woman Debbie. Now, I know why I don't wear knickers, but why would you come out in a little skirt without any knickers on?"

"It was, just, oh, I don't know," Debbie slapped Louise's hand playfully. "Anyway, I'm going to get a drink." When she stood up her crotch was at eye level with the two men and she was aware at how intently they were looking at it. The atmosphere had developed a much stronger sexual charge and she know that both of them were fighting the temptation to pull the skirt up and have a look.

She was leaning at the bar, taking deep breaths and trying to sober up. Then she felt a hand on her bum, it moved down, inside the slit and rested on her naked buttock. Stefan was standing beside her. "So, it's true," he said.

Debbie didn't move or react, she just ordered the drinks, while Stefan kept his hand on her naked arse. She wondered if the others could see. "So, what would your answer to Louise's question be?" Stefan persisted. "Why would you wear a nice short skirt, with a sexy slit up the side and not put any knickers on underneath?"

"Because I felt like it," Debbie responded brusquely.

Stefan took his hand away and pressed in close to Debbie. She took a quick breath when she felt his erection press against her thigh. She knew then there was no way she was not going to fuck this man tonight, even if it meant doing it right there in the club. Just then Louise tapped her on the shoulder, '"Tony and I are gonna have a dance," she slurred.

Stefan pushed his hard prick against her again. She shivered at the touch of it. Her voice shaking she suggested they follow Louise and have a dance. It was a small dance floor, flooded with dry ice smoke. They were playing a slow song, so Stefan immediately pulled Debbie in close to him. His hands were on her arse again, though not underneath her skirt this time. He pushed his groin into her again and she felt his thick member pressing against her stomach. He then began grinding her buttocks, rubbing her against his erection. She began to feel dizzy as he manipulated here against his rod. It seemed to her that there was nowhere she could move that wasn't dominated by the lump in his trousers.

"Just how big is that thing?" she found herself asking.

He smirked in satisfaction. "Big," he said. "Would you like to see it?"

"Yes," she said before she could think.

"Are you going to let me fuck you with my big cock Debbie?"

She nodded, biting her lip. His hands were up inside her skirt again now, kneading her buttocks. She could feel herself getting moist. He brushed a finger along her slit and she quivered at the touch. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Louise and Tony were over in the corner. She was leaning on Tony drunkenly, and in the smoke Debbie could just make out that Tony had one of her breasts out and was groping with her nipple. The sight of it only served to excite Debbie more.

With a gulp she managed some self-control and whispered to Stefan, "not here. I am going to leave now. Wait fifteen minutes and then follow me to work, I'll let you in. We can do it in my office."

He smiled again and nodded. Debbie quickly said goodbye to Cathy and Megan saying she had to go home. Outside she called me on her mobile and told me to meet her outside her work in ten minutes. I could tell from her rather breathless tone that she was in a state of high excitement, but then so was I, having spent an interminable time writing up various stories while trying not to come. I drove as fast as I could and got there just as Debbie jogged up.

She gave me a long, sensual kiss. "It's all on. God Dave, he pushed it up against me in the pub, it feels massive." Then, as an afterthought she checked, "do you still want to go through with this?"

By way of answer I placed her hand on my own erection and kissed her again. "That's a relief," she said, fumbling with the keys to let us in, "I don't think I could have stopped now, even if you'd wanted me to."

We went through to her office, she turned on the lights and let me into the adjacent office. "You'll be able to see and hear fine there," she was all efficiency and organisation. "Remember darling, I love you and I'm giving you a performance. I hope you enjoy it." With another kiss she left me and went back into her office.

About five minutes later Stefan entered. Debbie was sitting on her desk. She smiled awkwardly and for a moment I thought she wouldn't be able to go through with the final step. But then I saw her gaze fix on his crotch and a flush of excitement went through her. She shifted her position on the desk to accommodate her anticipation. Stefan also seemed slightly unsure about how to proceed, he was framed in the doorway, unmoving. I wanted to scream at them to get on with it. After what seemed an embarrassingly long pause, Stefan stepped forward. This was the signal for action. Debbie pounced off the desk and was suddenly on him, kissing him deeply and rubbing her leg up and down his thigh. I was surprised by the passion of her advance and a pang of jealousy hit me. But then I acknowledged the throb of my erect penis and knew that I was enjoying this spectacle also. Stefan was now kissing Debbie's neck, which has always been a sensitive area for her. She moaned softly, rubbing her hands through his hair. They were both too aroused for there to be much foreplay and he was already groping her breasts through her top. Her hand reached down and rubbed frenetically at the ominous bulge in the front of his trousers. 

Debbie was obviously 'in character', or else just given over to lust, I could no longer tell what was pretend or real, but she whispered hoarsely, "I need to see it Stefan. Show me that great big cock of yours." Just hearing my wife say this to another man was enough to make me come. I stopped rubbing my own cock and realised I would have to pace myself if I was to last the entire show. 

They had parted now and Debbie was back against her desk, staring hungrily at Stefan's crotch. He didn't advance towards her, instead he rubbed his groin and said, "first lift up your skirt and show me that pussy you have been flashing around all night."

Debbie didn't hesitate, she peeled up her skirt to reveal her neat pussy, which even from my position I could see was moist and engorged. "Do you like it Stefan? Do you want to put your big prick inside it?" Debbie teased him, running a finger along her slit. "Now show me it."

"Play with your pussy," Stefan requested and Debbie obliged, sliding a finger into herself and gently stroking it in and out. "Take your top off," he said, this time more forcefully. Again Debbie quickly assented, dropping her top to the floor. Her firm boobs were pointing directly at Stefan, her nipples more enlarged than I had ever seen them. Even if Debbie had tried to convince me that she was just acting, her body was telling me the truth about how excited she was.

"Now, hurry up and show me that cock Stefan, before I come," she pleaded, working a second finger into herself.

Slowly, teasingly, Stefan unzipped his trousers. He let them fall down and stepped out of them, coming nearer to Debbie. His briefs strained to hold their contents, a huge mass writhed and pushed beneath their confines. I noticed the waistband had pulled away from his stomach with the pressure. He hooked a thumb inside this and pulled them down and then stood upright. His cock sprung up, at a forty five degree angle. It swayed and bobbed around, like a blind animal sniffing for Debbie's pussy. It must have been about ten inches and I wasn't sure it was fully erect yet. Standing out from his body it pointed up at Debbie, almost halving the distance between them.

Debbie gasped when she saw it. "Oh my God Stefan, it's massive. It's beautiful." She was frigging herself more frantically now and I thought she was going to come just looking at it. Then she stopped and got off the desk, never taking her eyes off it. "I don't know if I can take that thing," she said nervously.

Stefan grunted, "oh, you will. They all say that, but they always do."

Debbie managed to take her eyes off it for a while and looked Stefan in the face, smirking, "oh, they do, do they? And who is they? Anyone I know?"

Without flinching Stefan said, matter of factly, "yes, Louise and Megan."

Debbie was shocked, "Megan? I can understand Louise, but Megan's married."

"I know. I fucked her tonight before we met you. She had guessed about Louise and me, and said she was jealous as her husband didn't make love to her anymore, so I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her."

"Just like that?"

"Yes. We fucked in the car outside her house. She enjoyed it."

Debbie was now looking at his prick again, "I bet she did. And Louise?"

"I have been fucking her for a few months now. We often fuck in the stock room at lunchtimes. She really likes my cock."

"Yes, I can see how she would. I like it too. I just wish I had known earlier that all this was going on."

"Would you have joined in Debbie?" Stefan was now running a hand up the length of his shaft. Debbie watched transfixed as he played with himself. "I would have like to have fucked you and Louise together. I wish I could have fucked you earlier, as I am going away tomorrow. We could have fucked every day. Would you have liked that?"

"Mmm," Debbie purred, stepping closer. His prick was almost touching her now. Even from this angle it reached up to her belly button almost and I too wondered how she would accommodate him. "Can I touch it?"

He took his hand away and Debbie placed her own on his cock-head. Her hand looked so small on this mammoth cock. She ran her hand down it length. "God, it's so long, and hard," she commented. She wrapped her fingers around it and they did not close together, "I can't get my hand around it," she giggled. "It feels so heavy."

She pressed up against him and his cock lifted her skirt as she did so. It squashed up against her stomach and she pushed herself against it. It seemed like a third party in their tryst, coming in between their writhing naked bodies. I realised that I was operating in a different mode, I was viewing this like a porn film or a sex show, with me as an interested, but objective party. With a sudden wave of excitement and revulsion I suddenly saw her as Debbie again. I wanted to stand up and break up the scene, to take her back home and just get back to how we used to be. I felt sure nothing could be the same again. And yet... and yet. I was stroking my cock hard, and now that I saw her as Debbie again, I saw her afresh and appreciated how beautiful she was. You become so accustomed to your partner's face and body, that it takes something like this to make you see them as others see them. When I had been viewing her as a porn star I realised I had found her incredibly sexy, and that arousal was increased when I thought of her as my wife. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as Stefan played with her breasts, the breasts I had kissed and sucked so often. How I wanted to caress them now, and I knew far from my resenting her after this, I would appreciate her more. He hungrily moulded them in his hand and she squirmed around against him, her limbs, head, neck, body all moving and flowing in excitement. His prick rubbed against her and she wrapped her hand around it, pulling it down to her pussy. "Fuck me Stefan, fuck me with that great big cock of yours," she croaked.

"I will," he whispered, his hand reached down and he pushed a finger inside her. She shuddered, "you feel wet enough. It will hurt first of all, but just keep with it and you will come like you have never come before Debbie."

"Mmm," she groaned and then laid back on her desk, looking up at him with eyes that blazed with lust. "Fuck me on my desk Stefan. I bet you've thought of doing that, now stick that thing in me."

He whipped off her skirt and then positioned himself between her legs. He pushed his cock down from its upright position to touch her pussy entrance. She shuddered at the brief contact. Once again I was made aware of the size of his manhood by the distance he had to stand back. With his cock just touching her pushing, his arse was back behind her knees, and there was this long bridge of cock meat between them. Holding the thick head of it he stroked it up and down along her pussy lips, teasing her. She shivered in anticipation. He moved his cock head so it rubbed against her clit and he smeared it across this, also using his fingers to stimulate her. She began to writhe her bum across her desk, the desk where she had read so many reports and which was now her fuck table. 

"Please," she whimpered, "just fuck me. I really need that great big fucking cock of yours inside my tight pussy Stefan. Do it now, fuck me!"

He did as she demanded and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Using his fingers he guided the cock head in. Her pussy was stretched wide, so it seemed that the cock was coming out of her, rather than going in. Debbie let out a long groan at this first penetration. "Ooooh, that's it." She propped herself up on her elbows, keen to see herself being fucked. "Slowly now Stefan, ease it in slowly."

He pushed in about three quarters of his length with Debbie watching enthusiastically as she absorbed his length. Then she winced, "ouch, that's getting right up there now. I'm not sure I can take much more Stefan."

He smiled at her, a mixture of kindness and wickedness. "Of course you can Debbie. That's why you wanted me wasn't it? To feel all of this cock inside you? Wasn't it?"

Biting her lip she nodded. Resolving herself to see it through she laid back on the desk and told him, "I want to take it all Stefan, put all of it in me."

He obliged by pushing in the remaining length until only and inch remained. Debbie chewed her lip and stayed silent. "Ready for the last bit Debbie?" he enquired. She just nodded, clenching her fists. He drove the last inch of his cock hard and she gasped. "Well done Debbie, it's all in," he panted, leaning over her. "How does it feel?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at him tenderly, "it feels like it's up in my lungs, filling me up, like cock is everywhere inside me."

He grinned and then began the slow extraction of his cock. This seemed to go on for ages, as if it had got longer inside her. Debbie moaned pleasantly as he did so. Once it was almost out he slid it back in again, slowly at first and then with more speed. He continued like this for a couple of minutes, and with each of his unnaturally long strokes Debbie's groans became louder and she gripped the desk tighter. I realised that even though he hadn't really started fucking her with any speed yet, she was close to coming. 

"God Stefan, that feels so fucking good. Just keep doing that, I'm going to come." I knew that despite what she might say later, she had forgotten I was watching at this stage. This was no performance for my sake. And that aroused me further. I wasn't sure I could last much longer and decided to coincide my ejaculation with Debbie's orgasm.




Talking with Debbie Ch. 06



Stefan showed remarkable restraint, I would have been pumping her for all I was worth, seeing her in a state of ecstasy like that. But instead he maintained a constant rhythm, giving her the full benefit of his extraordinary size with each stroke. Debbie emitted a guttural, animal sound deep in her throat that I had never heard from her before. She threw her head back at an acute angle and arched her back so her hard nipples pointed directly at the ceiling. Her whole body flushed deep crimson. She bared her teeth as if suppressing a howl, and then let out a cry, "Jesus! Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm coming, I'm really coming now." 

She opened her eyes and looked into Stefan's face, as if challenging him. Then she looked down at him entering her, and panting she called out as if she wanted everyone to know, "there is so much cock in me!" She pushed her bum off the table, driving herself onto him and then wrapped her legs around him. Several convulsions went through her body as a unremitting orgasm washed up and down her body. At this point I too came, shooting my load onto the wall, and banging my leg against the desk. I ducked down quickly as Stefan looked over.

Remembering my presence for perhaps the first time in a while, Debbie diverted his attention by pulling him to her. I heard them kissing hungrily for a while. Stefan was obviously still hard inside her, as I heard her say, "no more, stop for a minute. I need to get my breath back." A messy, slurping sound informed me he had withdrawn from her. 

"God that was good," she told him. "I wish we had done that earlier, you could have fucked me anytime you wanted with that thing. It seems a shame you're going tomorrow. Still I suppose I had best make the most of it tonight eh?"

I moved down to the end of the office and peeked over the bottom of the window at this stage. Stefan had his back to me, and Debbie was facing me. She was sitting on her desk, stroking his cock gently, which pointed up towards her breasts. She smiled weakly at him, obviously exhausted from her exertions, but I knew, equally determined to carry on. In the afterglow of my own ejaculation I felt sordid and jealous. I wanted this to stop. As if sensing this Debbie looked up from Stefan's prick and her gaze locked on mine. She gave me a warm, smile and mouthed 'I love you'. And with that any resentment I felt dissipated and I became the willing observer again.

Debbie slid herself off the desk, and once again I admired her body. Her thighs glistened with sweat and her own come. It seemed to me that seeing her like this was discovering a new view on someone I had known for years. It wasn't incompatible with the others though, just as the Debbie at work was different from the Debbie who entertained my parents, or the one who haggled out deals on the phone. They were all different perspectives on the same person, this was just one we hadn't found before. Feeling reassured by this reasoning I settled back to enjoy the rest of the performance.

She knelt in front of him and ran her tongue along the length of his member, which twitched violently at her attention. She licked the moist end, and took it in her mouth. She sucked quickly and rolled her tongue around it. Stefan moaned and flexed his fingers. She continued giving him oral pleasure alternating between stroking and licking the length and sucking on the cockhead. His balls swayed heavily between his legs, and Debbie cradled these in her hand. I knew he wouldn't last long with this type of stimulation. Sensing this Debbie stood up and said firmly, "I think I'm ready for another fuck now Doctor."

She bent over her desk and projected her perfect arse towards him. "Fuck me from behind," she said over her shoulder. "And tell me what a naughty boss I am." After the first fuck, which had been all lust, Debbie was now more playful and I felt this was partly for my benefit.

Stefan stood in-between her parted legs and once again manoeuvred his cock to the entrance to her pussy. She reached behind her and guided it in. "Ooh," she moaned, "the cock has landed."

Stefan sensed Debbie was enjoying herself now, and rather than the slow entry he had commenced with last time, he thrust himself into her. She squealed loudly. "My what a lot of cock you have Doctor," she laughed.

Stefan chuckled, "your lovely pussy seems to like taking all my cock now."

"Oooh yes, I think I could get used to having nice big cocks like this in me."

"I knew you would. Tony and I are always talking about what a hot, sexy boss we've got and how we'd like to fuck her. What a naughty boss you are, seducing the young man in your office, so you can have his big prick inside you."

Both of them were really enjoying themselves now, as was I. Stefan was pistoning in and out of Debbie, with long, firm strokes. Her buttocks jiggled each time he drove in to her and she lurched forward. Their speech was becoming increasingly breathless. Stefan continued, "I think you should fuck more people in your office. Now you have discovered how much you like fucking other men you should become the office slut."

Debbie grunted as she built towards another climax. "Yes, I'd like that. Our weekly meetings should always end with me being fucked over the desk while everyone watches." Turning around she peeled her damp hair away from her face, "God Stefan, I think I'm coming again. Are you going to come? I want you to, please come inside me."

"Yes," he said through tight lips, "soon."

"Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer."

"Tell me, tell me how much you like being fucked."

Stefan was now pounding in and out of her at a frantic pace. Debbie had her face down on the desk and was shunted along with each thrust. She scrunched up her hair in handfuls as the orgasm continued to grow in her. I don't think she wanted to speak then, but she knew it would help Stefan come. Every word was punctuated by one of this thrusts. "I love - being - urgh - fucked - by -your - massive- cock - Stefan. Now come, shoot your fucking load deep inside my pussy Stefan. Fill me up with all that come. Oh Jesus, I can't hold on any more, I'm coming, I'm coming."

So was Stefan finally. He reached a frenetic pace and gripped Debbie's shoulders tightly. She bucked and writhed beneath him, a long wail coming from her mouth as multiple orgasms ripped through her. With one last surge Stefan drove up deep inside her and he shouted out as he emptied himself inside my wife, his buttocks twitching wildly as he carried on coming. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled, and then collapsed on top of her. I too had ejaculated again, this time into a handkerchief. For a while the only sound was deep breathing as all of us struggled to recover. Eventually Debbie arched over her shoulder and kissed Stefan. He peeled himself off her back, both of them were dripping with sweat. 

Standing up he pulled his diminishing cock from her. It hung down his leg, covered in both of their juices. Debbie moaned as it left her pussy, as if she was already missing its presence. Dragging herself from the desk she stood in front of him and kissed him tenderly for a few seconds. "Thank you," she said earnestly. "That was fantastic."

He smiled, almost sheepishly. Suddenly they both seemed awkward in front of each other. Debbie picked up her skirt and pulled it on. She stood topless in front of him for a while and seeing that he was not moving she took control of the situation. "I'd best tidy up here and get myself cleaned up. I need to get back home. I'll lock up, so if you want to go first."

He seemed a little hurt to be dismissed so hastily, which I must confess made me feel quite good. Debbie had left him with no illusions about his place in this story, he was there for the fuck and that was all. Despite all his bravado there was still something of the little boy in him who wanted more. He didn't complain though and meekly put on his clothes. He hesitated by the door and I thought Debbie was going to let him leave without saying anything, but she relented. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "have a good trip and I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. Think of this as a farewell present."

With that he was gone, and I was straight into the office. Debbie still hadn't put her top on, and was still dishevelled and sweaty. She smiled nervously when I entered, trying to gauge my reaction. I had brought us two bottles of beer, which I opened and gave one to her. "I thought you might need this," I said.

She drank it thirstily, "thanks." Then looking at me she enquired, "well, how do you feel?"

I loved that her first concern was about me. I grinned broadly. "Debbie, I have to say, I wasn't sure before hand and at times it felt bad, but that was by far the sexiest thing I have ever experienced. You are just so gorgeous I can't get over it." This wasn't a lie, I really felt a new connection with her. I think her easy dismissal of Stefan had been a masterstroke on her part at the end. "And what about you? I won't ask whether you enjoyed it at the time, that much was obvious. But what about now? How do you feel?"

She giggled, "knackered! I feel the same as you. I wasn't sure about it and wanted to back out. But when it got going it felt amazing. And not just his size, but the whole situation. I have never felt that sexy or that charged before. That's what made those orgasms so strong, it was the whole experience, I felt like every part of me was engaging in sex."

"We'd best get home. We can talk about it another time. But just for now - do you think you'd do it again?"

Debbie pleased me by saying without hesitation, "yes. Not all the time, it would become functional or boring. But I reckon we could do that type of thing once a month or so, don't you?"

"Oh yes," I replied enthusiastically, putting her top back on her. "I love you."

"And me you. More than ever darling."