As I got ready for work the following Monday, I was unsure of what would happen… I could hardly believe what I’d seen on Friday. My boss's demure wife had actually left her delicate little panties in my inbox after blatantly letting me see them under her desk. Not only that, but after I had used them and cum all over the crotch, she had returned and all but asked for them back…. And… yes, she had slipped them on, with my wet cum still coating the crotch. I kept pinching myself to make sure I had not been dreaming. Finally, I left for work, hoping for a minute alone with her. 

Alas, my boss was there all day; however, about 11:45, just after Raquel left for the day, my phone buzzed. I looked, and there was a photo of her in her car. She had unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse; her cleavage and the edge of one of her areolas were visible. Her legs were spread, and her skirt was riding very high on her thighs, so high I could almost see her panties. I looked out into the parking lot and saw her backing away just as my phone buzzed again. I looked down and saw another text from her: "Make sure you go through the receipts."

My heart skipped a beat. And I looked toward my inbox, then quickly looked around the room before lifting the papers she had just placed there. Underneath was a frilly pink pair of panties, somehow smaller than the blue ones. Just under them was a note: “I will be in the office late in the morning tomorrow and can only stay a couple of minutes. My husband will not be in the rest of the week, as he is going on a camping trip with his brother.”

I nearly died right there. Raquel was definitely teasing me, but why? I am a happily married man. My sexy wife and I have been having sex several times a week for years. She knows I’m married; Raquel and my boss appear to be happily married. What on earth could be happening? I kept asking myself.

I wanted to take her panties into the bathroom, but with my boss right there, that was impossible. So I stuffed them behind and under some things toward the back of my desk drawer.

The next morning I got to work and unlocked the office as my boss was gone. The morning meeting went well and surprisingly fast without the boss there to bring up a bunch of random stuff. An hour or so later I reached into my desk and fished out Raquel’s panties. I brought them up to my face and inhaled her sweet scent. My cock began to harden in my pants. I stood and went into the back room, opening my phone to the photo she had texted me the day before. I unzipped my pants and began to stroke myself with her soft pink panties.

I looked at the picture of her on my phone, and my cock throbbed in my hand as I stroked. I was imagining what it would be like to touch her, to taste her, to feel her. As my climax approached, I positioned her panties in such a way that my entire load would cover the gusset. I moaned her name as rope after rope of cum shot onto the delicate fabric. I sat back for a moment, holding her panties at the end of my cock as the last few dregs of cum seeped and dripped from the head of my slowly shrinking dick. After a couple of minutes, I carefully set the panties down on a box in the storage room, pulled my pants up, and walked back out to my desk.

I began to work on a couple of different spreadsheets, and about 15 minutes later, the door to the office opened, and in walked Raquel. As she stepped through the door, I immediately noticed what she was wearing. She had a thin V-neck T-shirt on with no bra apparent, as I could see the darker outlines of her areolas and the bumps from her nipples. She had on a similar pleated skirt to the one she had worn when she came back into the office and retrieved her blue panties the Friday before. Raquel smiled at me and went into her office. A couple of minutes later. She called me into her office.

She looked up as I walked in and said, “I think I left something here again yesterday. Have you seen it, and would you mind helping me find it again?”

I told her that I would be willing to help her look and that I, in fact, had possibly seen what she was looking for back in the storage room; she smiled and followed me as I walked to the back room. When we walked in, I pretended like I was looking around before picking up her pink panties off of the box. My cum was still very wet, and the smell filled the room. “Is this what you were looking for?" I asked her.

"Yes, how did you know?" she replied. 

"Just a hunch," I retorted, with a smirk.

She reached out and took them from me. She looked at them closely, rubbed her thumb over the wet cum on the crotch before stepping into them, and slowly pulled them up her thighs… The look on her face as my cold cum touched her warm pussy made my cock throb in my pants once more.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as she leaned forward to put on her shoes, and I could see down her blouse once more. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. She looked up at me, smiled sexily, and said thank you again for that. I love how it feels against me.

She bid me farewell and walked out of the office; a couple of minutes later, my phone buzzed. I opened it up, and there was another text from her. Within the text was a photo.

The text read, "Thanks again. I really like how it feels against me."

I tapped the photo to enlarge it, and there on my screen was one of the hottest photos I’ve ever seen. Her left knee was propped up against the door handle; her legs were spread wide. There at the junction of her smooth thighs were the pink panties she had just put on in front of me. They were wet with my cum, so wet they were as sheer as a wet white T-shirt. I could clearly see her pussy and how it was opened, almost like it was trying to pull my cum inside. I also noticed that she had pulled her T-shirt down, and one of her beautiful breasts was exposed, her hard nipple begging for attention. 

That unbelievable text and photo was followed up by another message that read, “I’ll be in the office at my normal time tomorrow. Are you up for helping me with something?”

It took me a minute to respond, as I was dumbfounded. I wrote, “Sure, anything…" Then, before sending it, I undid my belt and top button, unzipped my pants, and lifted my shirt, exposing my abs, and took a smiling selfie. The bulge in my underwear is clearly visible. I pressed send. 

The next morning I hurried and got ready for work; I kissed my sexy wife goodbye and headed out the door. As I got into the truck, my phone buzzed. I checked and found a text from Raquel. Unlocking my phone, I opened the text. It was a photo. OH MY GOD, it was a selfie with a bathroom mirror behind her. She was topless with one arm almost covering her naked breasts, one nipple clearly peeking out. She had on a pair of sheer purple cheeky panties; in the mirror, I could see that they fit her round ass perfectly. From the front, I could make out the faint outline of her pussy. Under the photo, it read, “I’m really going to need your help in the office later; I hope you don’t mind.”