This all started fairly innocently, but got a bit out of hand! I was at work with two colleagues I know very well; we always have a good laugh, plenty of banter, but get the job done.
A bit of background; I am Jane, 48 years old and happily married. My colleagues that day were Mike, 30 years old and married, and Janet, 40 years old and married.
It all started during a quiet moment, and I was showing Janet some pictures on my phone of our garden, and how we were really giving it a makeover. I was quite pleased with the progress, and to be honest, probably boring people with the whole thing.
Anyway, the phone rang in the other office, so I left my phone with Janet and went to answer it. It was a long phone call, and when I finally got back, Janet had gone also to do something elsewhere.
In the meantime, Mike had returned, and jumped as I entered, his face reddening as he saw me. I asked him what was up, and then I saw he had my phone in his hand. He tried to switch it off, but I snatched it off him and looked at the screen. I was mortified to see a picture of me on the nudist beach abroad, legs spread wide apart, and a big smile on my face! It was one my husband had taken, and I had forgotten to delete! You could see every detail; my obviously wet and shaven pussy, and my big tits with erect nipples. It was a good day on the beach – I remember it well! It was my turn to redden. I flicked backwards and forwards through the photos, and there were several others with varying degrees of closeness and rudeness, but there was one of me masturbating at home, that my husband had requested I take a selfie of and send to him. There was an awkward silence, and we both laughed, but I did notice that Mike was struggling to adjust what seemed to be a large hard-on in his trousers.
I swore him to secrecy, and he promised he wouldn’t breathe a word. Then came the bombshell; with the proviso he could have one of the photos! I called him a blackmailing bastard, but we both laughed, and to be honest, I felt a tingling in my pussy as I told him he could have the one of me that didn’t show my face – the selfie of me fingering my wet cunt, meant for my husband’s eyes only. He couldn’t believe his luck as I shared it with him, and I asked him what he was going to do with it. He said he would ‘put it to good use’, as his wife wouldn’t be home that evening. I called him a dirty bastard, and we both laughed again. Secretly, I was completely turned on by the thought of this younger bloke wanking. When I got home, the enormity of what I’d done hit me; what was I thinking? The only reassurance was that my face couldn’t be seen. After that, I felt completely horny, and have to say that I went into the bedroom to play with my soaking pussy, thinking of Mike shooting his spunk while looking at my photo.
I didn’t see him for a few days, but when I did, we exchanged a knowing smile. When we were alone together, he told me he’d really enjoyed the photo. We both laughed, and I said it was his turn. He said there were no photos of him on his phone, as his wife constantly used it. I light-heartedly said I would have to see the real thing, then. Again we laughed, and carried on with the day, not mentioning it again.
We were working together the next day, when he reminded me of my request. I said I had only been joking, and he said that it was a shame, because he’d put on his best underpants. We were alone, and he told me to go into one of the lockable offices and wait. I couldn’t believe myself when I did just that! He came in, locked the door behind him, and walked up to me as I sat there. He stood right in front of me, and said, “Here you are then”. His crotch was about a foot from my face. I did nothing. I told him he would have to show me. He undid hid belt and slid his trousers to mid-thigh, and stood there with a really impressive bulge in his Calvin Kleins. I reached out and grabbed the elastic waist band and slid his pants down. His cock caught in the waist and then literally almost hit me in the face as it sprang up. It looked so hard and thick, I thought it would burst! He asked me if I liked it. I felt completely in control, and asked him to show me what he did when looking at my photo. He was embarrassed, but took hold of it and started stroking himself, six inches from my face. I pushed his hand away and replaced it with mine. It was hot and smooth, and I couldn’t get my fingers around it. He gasped and said I was only supposed to look and that the forfeit was over. I slid his foreskin back and touched my tongue on the wet clear pre-cum glistening on the end. He thrust his hips forward involuntarily, and my mouth briefly took the head into my mouth. I leaned back and started to wank his thick cock. I asked him if that was what he had done when he was looking at my picture. He said he had wanked and come several times while looking at me playing with my pussy. He reached down and slid his hand into my bra, pinching my nipple, as I felt down and stroked my wet slit through my knickers with my other hand. I realised we were still at work, and thought this had gone on long enough, so I started to move to get up, when he groaned, and said that he was about to come. Not wanting his spunk all over my blouse, I did the only thing possible; I put my mouth around the huge head of his wet cock just as his legs almost buckled as he came. About six powerful hot jets of spunk shot into my mouth, and I had a real job to swallow it without it spilling out.
There was a moment’s embarrassed silence, before I pulled his pants up, having to ease his massive but softening cock into his pants. I got up and left him there.
I went out to make a cup of coffee, and found Janet there, already doing it. She asked where Mike was. I replied I didn’t know, and that he was probably skiving somewhere. When he came in and took his coffee, Janet asked us if it tasted OK. I looked Mike in the eye, and said that it was really creamy. His red face was a picture.
