I sat at my desk on Monday morning, and I couldn’t help but daydream as I eagerly awaited Linda’s text. Despite the dirty and satisfying sex-filled weekend I had with my wife, I found myself desperately desiring Linda. We usually avoided texts over the weekend and evenings to maintain discretion. Still, I longed for Linda; my lust had only grown more potent, and it left me in a perplexed state of arousal. I couldn’t help but question myself - what was wrong with me? I pondered what a beautiful, passionate wife I have. Who is a sexually craved animal, yet I fucked her best friend, and I wanted to do it again.
Linda and I have refrained from meeting and reliving that passionate night, fully aware of the irreversible consequences that awaited us if we did. Our longing for each other has intensified through the texts we exchanged over the past few weeks. It made me doubt my willpower to resist much longer. As dirty thoughts tempted me and the desire consumed me, a message from Linda suddenly popped up on our secret messaging platform, bringing me back to the present.
Linda greeted me cheerfully, “Good morning, naughty boy.” She continued, “I’m so horny this morning. I couldn’t wait to text you.” It seemed that during their gym session yesterday, Anna had divulged the intimate details of our weekend sexcapades to Linda. Anna and Linda had always shared the details about each other’s sex lives with one another.
I replied, "Sounds like Anna was chatty at the gym yesterday.”
Linda replied, “Yes, she was. It was hot. I want to be dirty like that with you.”
I said, “I would love that; now, who’s naughty?”
Linda quickly responded, “You have no idea how naughty I want to be.”
The fact that Linda got aroused by my dirty sex with my wife, who also happened to be her best friend, blew my mind. It added another enticing forbidden element to our already complex sexual dynamic. It turned me on that Linda knew the details of my sexual relationship with my wife.
I texted, “I like this side of you. It turns me on.”
Linda responded, “My panties are damp.”
In my following text, I wrote, “Your words got me hard.”
Linda replied, “You made my pussy throb.”
She drove me wild. I replied,” I want you now!”
Linda surprised me with her newfound willingness to be open-minded and naughty. Our previous conversations have been relatively tame, but things changed this morning. In all the time I have known her, and through our prior text messages, she had always displayed a high degree of restraint and rarely used profanity.
I pushed even further. I texted, “Lift your skirt and feel your pussy.”
Linda responded, “How do you know I am not already doing that?”
I chuckled and replied, “Haha, I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t do that at work.”
In our previous text conversations, Linda trusted me enough and confided in me that she had had a limited number of sexual partners. She also openly discussed her ten-year marriage with Steve, described their sex as predictable and routine, and often labelled it as “vanilla.” However, Linda also disclosed her numerous sexual fantasies.
Linda sent a message with an attachment - a picture. The message read, “Here is something to keep you busy.”
I wanted to see the picture, so I clicked on the attachment. It was a picture of Linda as she sat comfortably in her office chair, one leg propped up on her desk, her skirt raised, providing a full view of her panties. Linda’s hand rubbed her pussy through the fabric, it created a striking visual. Shock consumed me, and that image caused a surge of desire that prompted my cock to stir.
As I was about to reply, another text from Linda popped up on my screen. “I have to attend a meeting, but I needed to orgasm first,” it read, accompanied by another attachment. I hastily clicked on the picture, only to be greeted by a shocking sight. There Linda was, striking the same pose. This time she had her panties pulled aside, and she had two fingers inserted into her pussy. Overwhelmed by desire, I couldn’t resist touching my stiff erection as I sat in my office chair.
Linda is a reserved university professor who typically doesn’t engage in explicit dialogue or send naughty pictures. I closed and locked the door to my office. Mixed with eagerness and anticipation, I sat down in my chair, unzipped my pants, and pulled my throbbing cock out. Unable to resist the overwhelming desire, I decided to record a video as I aggressively stroked my hard cock and impulsively sent it to Linda.
It was the first time I indulged in such activities in my workspace, but Linda’s allure had provoked a craving that consumed my thoughts, which led me to an intense need to make myself cum. Linda responded eagerly and said, “Cum for me, baby; show me how you cum.” She also sent another attachment- a video.
Impatiently, I clicked the video; it was Linda as she pleasured herself, her clit swollen and her wet pussy fully displayed. Her legs trembled as she reached orgasm. I saw her pussy pulsate, and her fingers glistened with her juices; her passionate moans echoed in the background.
Linda replied, “Your turn.”
I was engrossed in Linda’s video, captivated by the intensity of her orgasm. The pleasure I felt intensified as I stroked my hard cock. It was surreal when I realized I was rubbing my hard, throbbing cock in my office, but the thrill was irresistible. I sensed my climax approaching, so I hastily stood up and hit the record button.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I released my first load onto my desk, followed by three more forceful eruptions. I made a mess of my ebony desk. Despite my efforts to stifle them, overwhelmed with pleasure, my moans and grunts escaped my lips. Finally, I stopped recording and pressing send.
Linda replied,” That’s so hot!!! I want that big hard cock!”
I received a new message from Linda with another video attached. The footage showed her sensually licking and sucking her fingers, which were still wet with her pussy juices. She playfully licked and teased, mimicking how she would pleasure me with her mouth.
Linda continued her bold behaviour and sent me her schedule for the week. She texted, “I want you inside me, Jon. No more waiting; here is my schedule. Pick a day to play. I know you want it, too.”
We exchanged a few more texts and settled on Sunday as the best day to meet. Linda mentioned a spa appointment booked with her colleague Kelly to get pampered. However, she would be free for the entire afternoon and evening for our sexual rendezvous. We agreed to meet for lunch and let our private encounter unfold naturally.
Sunday would be perfect, as both our spouses were occupied elsewhere. My wife, Anna, had decided to visit her sister out of town and planned on spending the night, and my kids left Saturday for a week of overnight camp. Linda's husband, Steve, was set to depart on a business trip on Sunday, leaving Linda alone for a few days. Linda and I would have the entire afternoon and evening to enjoy each other.
As the week progressed, Linda and I increased the daring, sexy text messages and explicit pictures we exchanged. Our sexual experimentation had reached new heights and fueled our growing excitement. We ventured deeper into the realm of our forbidden desires. Linda continued to shed her inhibitions, and her insatiable sexual curiosity drove her to explore more of her sexuality.
Around noon on Friday, my wife Anna texted me, “Hey babe, how’s your day? If you’re leaving at the usual time, could you give Linda a ride to the dealership?” Apparently, Linda’s car was in the shop. Her husband Steve got busy at work and couldn’t get her. Anna mentioned that Linda hesitated to inconvenience me, but my wife insisted I help her best friend and refused to accept no for an answer. I hesitated to say yes, but I eventually agreed. Anna contented texted me, “Thank you, babe. I knew you would look after Linda. Love you, you’re the best.”
I immediately contacted Linda and informed her about my texts exchanged with Anna. I texted her, “I guess I will take you to the dealership as Anna requested.”
Linda confirmed that she had spoken with Anna and mentioned the car problems but never anticipated that Anna would have suggested my assistance. We shared a lighthearted moment. We found humour in the unexpected situation where my wife unintentionally arranged a private meeting for us.
To avoid the traffic around the university, I departed earlier than usual to get Linda. I reached my destination and sent her a message to let her know I arrived. Linda promptly responded and advised me to come to her office. She needed to wrap up a few things and should be ready soon. With that, I proceeded towards the front of the building and headed towards security. Linda had left my name at security, so I quickly obtained a visitor’s pass. A friendly woman at security then kindly directed me to Linda’s office.
I politely knocked on Linda’s office door and waited. The door swung open; it revealed a warm and friendly Asian woman in her late twenties or early thirties with a great smile. She stood around 5’ 3” with a petite frame that gracefully showcased her big breasts and her wide hips. I’m sure she caught me as I looked at her fantastic body more than once. She introduced herself as Kelly and explained that she worked for Mrs. Anderson. I introduced myself as Mr. Cameron, Linda’s best friend’s husband.
Kelly kindly told me to come in and informed me that Linda was in her office. The office was huge and divided into two sections. In the front, there were desks, likely designated for her staff, and Linda’s office towards the rear, with another door. The spacious office was what you would typically expect in a university: bookshelves, wooden desks and walls adorned with degrees. The faint, musty scent brought back memories of childhood libraries.
As I glanced into Linda’s private office, I observed her as she sat at her desk in a white blouse, which accentuated her ample breasts. From the back office, Linda bellowed, “Hi Jon, I just need to send a few more emails. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” I Engaged in small talk with Kelly as she packed up her belongings. Kelly gathered her things and prepared to depart for the day.
As Kelly prepared to depart, she bid us farewell with a polite greeting; she said, “Goodbye, Mrs. Anderson. Good evening, Mr. Cameron. It was nice to meet you.”
I replied, “That the pleasure was mine.”
As she walked away, I admired her unbelievable ass one more time. She glanced back and flashed a smile that left me perplexed.
I approached Linda’s private office at the back of the large office and leaned against the doorway. She stood up as she collected her belongings; she looked stunning. Her tall figure exuded elegance, and her carefully selected high heels accentuated her shapely legs. As she gracefully moved away from her desk, her striking black skirt showcased her curvy ass, and her blouse offered a glimpse of her sizeable alluring cleavage.
I casually mentioned that Kelly was a delightful young lady. When Linda heard this, her face immediately lit up, and she enthusiastically exclaimed, “Isn’t she amazing?” It was evident that Linda was fond of Kelly. She explained, “She’s a Ph.D. student I am mentoring and teaches a few classes in my department.” Linda informed me that Kelly will be leaving at the end of the month to pursue a fellowship at a prestigious U.S. school. She seemed upset by that news. I wholeheartedly agreed with Linda’s assessment of Kelly as an incredible young woman who was very pleasant. However, in private thoughts, I acknowledged I was attracted to Kelly, and I loved her hot body.
As I gazed at Linda, I realized this was our first time alone since we experienced that one night of passion. I desired to kiss her desperately. I felt overwhelmed. I longed for her but acknowledged we needed to maintain professional boundaries in her workplace. Linda’s office exuded elegance, with a spacious desk and comfortable couches, and displayed were her numerous degrees and accolades. I recalled the images she had shared with me, which featured that very desk and Linda in explicit poses. The thought aroused me immensely.