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What had begun as me doing some light teasing for some colleagues at my work now had me freely showing my naked tits to my barely legal interns. I was no longer their boss but now their personal stripper. Worse, they didn’t pay me a thing to see my tits. In fact, I was paying them. This was a situation I created myself and, weirdly enough, couldn’t be happier about. Having these young men be so thankful just to see a part of my body was erotic as hell. My self-confidence was through the roof, and my husband was equally excited by these events. So excited that he was pushing me to show more people at work my breasts. A plan I fully endorsed.
But I couldn’t just go to work and pull open my shirt and show off the girls. Instead, we had to be subtle and choose the right people. We started working from multiple angles. Angles that may very well end up with me doing more than simply going topless. One such angle was our vice president’s nineteen-year-old daughter. She was working at the company as an intern, and I became friendly with her through frequent lunches and the exchange of messages. Messages that I had been moving towards being more flirty.
‘You’ve been hitting the gym, haven’t you? That tush is looking tight!’
‘I don’t usually notice a girl’s lips, but when I see yours…. damn!’
‘Sometimes I’m tempted before our lunches to hide all but one of the chairs just so you have to sit in my lap.’
In response to these messages, she has gotten equally flirty. I had been making it clear that I liked her, and with her being a lesbian, she was more than warming up to the idea of us getting together.
At our next lunch, we started off talking about a news article on a new fashion line that we had both read. Afterward, June got quiet, with something obviously on her mind. “What’s up, June,” I asked, hoping she would open up.
“Does your husband know about our flirting,” she asked. She knew I was married, but I hadn’t told her that he was aware and encouraging of our interactions. But the plan my husband and I came up with was to pretend he didn’t know, thus making this a full-on lesbian affair.
“No. But that’s okay. I’m not trying to hurt him. I love him, but maybe I can love two people. Or at least try,” I said while reaching over and caressing her chin.
She smiled at that. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. This feels wrong sometimes.” I scooted my chair over while looking around and confirming we were alone.
“Then let’s make it feel right.” I leaned in for a kiss, and she responded positively. Our lips met, and I loved how soft they felt. She tasted so good, too. Very different than my husband. June was now actually only the second person I had ever kissed after Jake. As I continued kissing her, I felt the urge to go further. But the reality of us being at work where anyone could walk by, including her father, hit me, and I pulled back.
“Sorry. That was amazing, it’s just…,” I started to say before she finished my thought.
“…that making out at work might not be the best idea.”
“Maybe we take this outside work sometime then,” I hinted.
“I’d like that,” she said. We left things there, and my lesbian affair had been taken to the next level.
But that wasn’t the only affair that I was intensifying at the encouragement of my husband. On the heterosexual side of things, I had been flirting and making suggestive comments to a co-worker in the strategy department, Dario. In our interactions thus far, it was obvious he was interested.
“I’m actually going to be in your group meeting today. The one you have with Dario,” my husband informed me at home a few minutes before we were to leave for work. “You should sit next to him. I’ll sit across from you and be ignorant of what’s going on.”
“And what do you intend to ignore on our side of the table,” I inquired.
“You’ve been teasing the poor man for weeks. Give him something.” I had an idea what he meant, but if I was going to do this, I needed my husband to make it clear.
“What is something,” I asked.
“Touch him. Invite him to touch you,” he said, laying it out.
“All while in a work meeting while my husband sits mere feet away from me. I really am a hussy,” I joked.
“A hussy that your husband loves,” he said before giving me a peck on the lips.
The meeting occurred relatively early in the work day, which was a relief. Planning a naughty adventure in the afternoon always makes the morning take forever. When I arrived at the meeting, I didn’t take a seat right away. Instead, I stood and made small talk. It was only when Dario sat that I took the seat next to him. Jake came in a bit late and took a seat across from us. I worried that not sitting next to my husband would raise some eyebrows, but I think I was just being paranoid. I scooted my seat in as far as it would go and luckily enough, Dario’s lap was hidden well under the table as well.
Dario had a few pieces of information to share with the group, which he did at the start of the meeting. I wisely elected not to get handsy with him at this time. However, as soon as he was done talking, I knew I should make a move. I made the briefest eye contact with my husband, who had a slight smile, telling me everything was a go. I watched the next speaker with feigned interest and wasn’t listening to a word they said. Instead, my hand migrated onto the thigh of Dario, where it rested. In response, he briefly looked down at the hand and stirred but made no effort to move it. I then pushed things a bit further and started rubbing my hand up and down his thigh, moving up his leg and a bit more to the inside. Dario stared ahead at the speaker like me, but his breathing became more noticeable. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the smile on my husband’s face grow.
I wasn’t sure what my end game was here, but the tip of my finger brushed against something new. Something that was not part of his leg but still contained in his pants. I had touched his cock. His very erect cock. For the first time in my life, I had purposely felt the manhood of someone who was not my husband. But if I was going to feel it, why not really feel it. I slid my hand over the top of it and rubbed it several times up and down his shaft, all while my husband sat only a few short feet away. The speaker could start speaking in tongues, and I doubt the three of us would have realized. I was enthralled by the feeling of my colleague’s cock.
But something in me snapped, and I realized I was getting carried away. I wasn’t here to give Dario a hand job only to escalate our relationship, which I had obviously done. I drew my hand away. Making him cum in his pants wasn’t the best idea, I figured. But as I heard Dario’s breathing slow down, I had a new, naughty idea. Once again, my hand headed toward the direction of my colleague, but this time, it wasn’t seeking any naughty part of him. Instead, I found his hand at his side. Taking hold of it, I guided it back towards me and laid it to rest on my own thigh.
Being the shy man he is, Dario held his hand motionless on my thigh, and I gave him the smallest of eye rolls. I just felt up your cock, buddy. Did you think I brought your hand to my thigh just to have it rest there doing nothing? But I wasn’t surprised and started guiding his hand to rub my thigh just as I did his. Unlike Dario, I wasn’t wearing pants. My tiny skirt, especially when I sat, basically covered none of my thighs, and thus, he was feeling my bare skin. It didn’t take long till his hand was far enough up my thigh that he was under my skirt, as small as it was. But then came the real prize I wanted Dario to achieve. Taking his hand off of my thigh, I placed him directly onto my already moist panties, where I moved his fingers up and down. Soon, he was pressing into them sufficiently that he was getting between my labia. My own breathing now exceeded what Dario’s had been like when he was being stimulated. I kept shifting in my chair, and I started to lose awareness of the world around me.
But Jake managed to catch my eyes again, and he brought me back to reality. I moved Dario’s hand back and left things at that. Ten minutes later, the meeting ended, and I rushed out of the room while Dario stayed behind. I suspected he was still in the process of calming down and didn’t want the physical evidence of our interaction, currently still at attention in his pants, to be noticed.
“I lost myself there for a bit. God, I’m so embarrassed. What if I had got myself to an orgasm in the middle of that meeting? How would I have explained that,” I said later in the car with Jake. As usual, he was beyond excited by the events of the day. His wife had just been rubbed the privates of another man and then had herself felt up as well.
“But you didn’t, and it was awesome. That’s all that matters,” he said, trying to assure me. I wasn’t convinced. Today, I had proven to myself that my lust could drive me to do crazy things well beyond the limits I set for myself.
I felt like I simultaneously needed a break from all of this craziness but still had an urgent need to keep things going. Jake offered an idea that felt like the right balance of this. It started off with us doing another small photo shoot. I stripped down to only my panties and covered my boobs with my hands. Jake snapped a few pictures of me like this. I then started covering my boobs less and less with my hands until, finally, I was barely covering my nipples with a single finger. I then took about five of these pictures and composed a message with them attached that read, ‘Missing you and wish your face was planted in these right now.’ But I wasn’t going to send these to Jake. Instead, I ‘accidentally’ put in Trey, one of my male co-workers in marketing, as the recipient. I clicked send as my heart was rapidly pumping, and that was that. My long-time work colleague that I see every day was now in possession of practically topless pictures of me.
Within two minutes, he messaged me back. ‘Kristin, I think you might have sent me this by accident.’
‘OMG! I’m so sorry. I meant to send those to Jake. Bet you didn’t expect to see me like that! Hope you enjoy them though!’ I added a winky face at the end. It was perfect. He didn’t respond back, but I could guess what he was doing now.
“Let’s do one more,” I said after showing Jake the response I got. Using another set of nearly topless photos, I compiled the same message but, this time sent it to my marketing colleague, Shawn. I could tell he read the message almost right away, but he never responded. The naughty boy was content in letting me think those photos went to the intended person. I knew for sure what he was doing right now with them.
After we had continued confusing my co-workers further, I talked to Jake about an upcoming meeting I had been invited to. This meeting wasn’t anything related to anything with the company but was instead set up by Korbin, a co-worker of my husband’s who was blackmailing me. In truth, what he thought he was blackmailing me with was some fake documents Jake had created for the sole purpose of setting up this arrangement. But Korbin didn’t know that and thought he had leverage over me. Leverage he intended to use to fulfill his long-standing sexual interest in me. “Last time, he had me strip down to my panties, and I nearly showed him my bare boobs. All while taking pictures of me. This meeting tomorrow, there is no way he won’t want me to go further,” I pointed out to my husband.
“He’s going to want you to show your tits for sure,” he said out loud what I was thinking.
“This would put pictures of my topless out in the wild. He could do anything with them. Honestly, I’m conflicted by this. Letting him have such images of me to do with what he wants is… exhilarating. But logically, I know it’s a bad idea. Jake, I need you to make this call. I’m not thinking clearly. Do I go through with this meeting or call it off and reveal the documents are a lie,” I asked.
Jake stood up and paced the floor a bit. “I doubt he will do anything with them. If he does, the game will be over, and he won’t get anything else from you. I say go for it.” I shivered with glee hearing him say that. Although it was weird hearing your husband tell you to go and let another man take topless pictures of you. What did he mean by ‘get anything else from you?’ What more could Korbin want from me. I, of course, could imagine. But was that on the table? Even more worrying, was that on the table for tomorrow?
I got to the conference room first, ahead of Korbin. I was too anxious to sit and circled the table, trying to burn off my nervous energy. The door opened, startling me, and Korbin walked in, looking annoyed. “I was held up in a meeting with some morons. Why are you still dressed? Get on top of the table and strip down to your underwear,” he commanded.
As I climbed up and pulled my skirt down, I took note of the foul mood he was in. That was probably not good for me, or rather, it might be very good for me, depending on how you viewed the situation. “I don’t like how you treat me like some stripper. You can’t just come in here demanding I strip down like this,” I complained while taking on the role of a blackmailed housewife.
“I can and I will, as is evident by your actions right now,” he said as I took off my top, leaving me only in my underwear in front of this man.
I gave an annoyed grunt that almost made me laugh. I was having a lot of fun pretending to hate this while secretly feeling so good about the whole situation. I would for sure need to jump on Jake’s flesh rod tonight after this. “There. I’m in my underwear. Are you happy? Can I go,” I asked, knowing we were far from done.
“Take off your bra,” he replied while starting to take pictures. I stomped my foot down on the table and turned around so he wouldn’t see my chest as I did this. Not that my backside view wasn’t revealing, too, given the tiny panties I wore.
My bra fell to the floor while my bare back was exposed to him. “Turn around,” he ordered. My hands covered my breasts as best they could, given their size, and I obeyed the command. I was now facing him, with my panties being the only clothing that remained on me. “Why are you covering yourself? I want to pictures of your tits. Move your hands,” he said annoyed.
“What? But then you’ll have pictures of me topless. I don’t even let Jake take pictures of me like that!” I protested. Jake has a lot more than just topless pictures of me.
“Your husband isn’t the one blackmailing you with proof that you both are thieves. If I don’t see your nipples in the next five seconds, I’m walking out of here and going straight to the vice president with my evidence.” There you go, Korbin. That’s the forceful man I wanted to see before I let him see these.
I looked away as I dropped my hands. His camera made endless clicking noises, indicating he would soon have an obscene amount of images captured of my chest. He swung around me from all possible angles. I felt so exposed and being taken advantage of. It’s exactly how I hoped this meeting would go. Jake is going to get so hard when I tell him about it. But I needed to keep up the act. “You can’t show anyone those pictures! I can’t believe you turned me into slutty porn star, asshole.”
It seemed he finally got all the images he wanted and put the camera down. “Topless photos alone won’t make you a porn star. You need to show more than just that. Speaking of which…,” he said, looking down at my solo piece of clothing.
My eyes lit up, realizing what he wanted. “No! That’s an area solely reserved for my husband! Even showing you my chest was going too far, let alone… that area!” I was playing up my shock, but in truth, his wanting to see my fully nude body was a bit of a surprise and not something Jake and I had discussed as a possibility yet. But if I stopped things here, this blackmail fun would be over, and we both were wildly loving it. Could I let this man I only knew in passing see my most intimate of areas? He seemed to think so, and his bold ask made me believe I could.
“That area? You mean your pussy? You’re just embarrassed to show me it because then I would know how wet you are right now,” he teased. He was half right. But I wasn’t embarrassed by that.
“If I do this, and I’m not saying I will, can you not take pictures of me?” My hands were holding onto the sides of my panties as if to tease him with what I was about to do.
“You don’t have any power here, Kristin. I’ll take however many pictures of whatever parts of you I desire. And let me assure you. I will capture every square inch of your body many times over,” he said confidently. Fuck yeah, you will, I thought.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as I squirmed on the table, looking around for help that I knew wasn’t there nor needed.
After what I felt was a sufficient amount of time pretending to debate things in my head, I pulled my panties down and stood up, covering my face. For the first time in my life, a man was seeing my fully naked body that I wasn’t married to. I expected to immediately hear the camera go off, but I didn’t. Curious, I moved my hand from my face and saw Korbin awestruck as he stared at my womanhood. “Fuck… I’ve wanted to see this for so long,” he mumbled. It felt oddly good to show myself off to a man who had apparently been lusting after me for so long. Almost like I was doing a good deed.
But he came to, and the camera started doing its thing. Forever capturing images of my pussy, ass, and everything else. After almost two minutes straight of non-stop photos, he ordered me into new positions. “Sit on the table and spread your legs,” he told me. I did as he asked but voiced a protest.
“I’m not a sex doll to manipulate!” But with my wide open pussy for him to see and capture of film, it was obvious I kinda was. He thought up endless poses for me to do. Bending over, standing with my legs spread, stretching up into the air. Our meeting went long, and I was thankful no one had entered the room. But finally, he said he was done.
As I got dressed, I asked, “What are you going to do with all of those pictures?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said, smiling. I mean, I would. But not knowing made this all the hotter. Either my online porn career was about to start, or I just gave him actual material to blackmail me with.
“I’ve posed fully nude in every way you wanted. This concludes our meetings, right? You won’t show anyone those documents?”
“We’ll meet again soon,” he said as he left the room. What would be the next step after stripping fully nude for him?
“He probably took a thousand photos,” I said to Jake on the ride home.
“Another man has seen my wife naked. And not just any man, but one that I work with every day who hates me. I understand now the looks he was giving me this afternoon,” he said with a stunned look. I worried he was regretting what I had done.
“Is… is that bad?” I asked worriedly. He pulled into the empty parking lot of a long abandoned restaurant.
As soon as he was parked, he climbed into the back seat. “Get your panties off and start hopping on my cock,” he hollered excitedly.
“What? But we are five minutes from home. Can’t you wait?” He couldn’t, and I knew he was happy with how my meeting with Korbin turned out.
As we sat in the car afterward, holding each other naked and satisfied, our conversation drifted toward what I wanted to do next at work. “I haven’t visited the custodian staff in a while. Maybe I go there tomorrow.”
“Have a rigorous discussion on cleaning methods and required maintenance in the building?” Jake asked.
“Of course. If my that you mean to show off your hot wife’s body to them,” I shot back.
“Well, obviously.”
I made room in my calendar that I marked off as a ‘critical assignment.’ I could use this time to work on several projects that had deadlines fast approaching. Instead, I was going to hang out with a group of black guys in as little clothing as possible. I entered the room they hung out in, which was located just off of the loading docks. All five of them were there.
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