Office Heat: A Confession

The rain hammered against the windows of my home office, a frantic rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my groin. It had been two hours since my wife, Sarah, had sent that email, a tantalizing chronicle of our encounter, detailing every exquisite moment of our shared pleasure. The words themselves felt charged, buzzing with the afterglow of our passion, and now, as I stared at the glowing screen, I felt an uncontrollable urge to respond, a desperate need to reciprocate her desire.

My fingers trembled slightly as I typed, the words pouring out of me in a torrent of lust and longing. “Baby, your description of us making love in your office was absolutely breathtaking,” I wrote, my heart pounding against my ribs. “You have no idea how my entire being vibrated with anticipation as I read your mail. Not just in my chest, but down to the very core of my being, a primal fire ignited by your words.”

The image in my mind’s eye solidified, a perfect recreation of the scene she had so vividly described. Sarah, draped across my desk, her legs thrown wide in invitation, her body radiating heat and desire. I pictured her fingers, soft and damp, tracing circles over her clit, her eyes closed in blissful abandon, her breath quickening with each passing moment. The scent of her arousal, a heady mix of musk and vanilla, filled my senses, driving me closer to the edge.

As I continued to read, the heat intensified, a searing pressure building within me. My straining erection demanded release, a primal need that threatened to overwhelm my control. I could feel the sweat gathering on my forehead, a testament to the mounting tension. With a deep breath, I slowly began to disrobe, pulling down my pants with trembling hands, revealing the raw, throbbing landscape of my own anatomy.

The cool air hit my skin, a welcome contrast to the internal inferno raging within me. I peeled back the foreskin of my cock, revealing the swollen, sensitive flesh beneath. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a constant hum of anticipation that threatened to spill over into full-blown ecstasy. Usually, it would take several minutes of intense masturbation to reach this level of sensitivity, but Sarah’s email had somehow amplified my pleasure, pushing me towards the brink.

I imagined her sitting before me, her body a beacon of sensuality, her legs spread wide, inviting my touch. Gently, I began to explore her, my fingers lingering over the delicate curves of her body. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. As I moved down, my hand found its way to her pussy lips, drawing them slightly apart to reveal the moist, pink flesh beneath. Her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

The desire in me grew stronger, feeding on the intensity of the moment. I pictured myself pulling back my foreskin completely, exposing the head of my cock to her gaze. The sight of it, so raw and vulnerable, filled me with a strange sense of vulnerability and anticipation. I knew she was waiting for me, eager to indulge my every whim.

I stood up abruptly, closing the blinds to ensure our privacy. The darkness felt both protective and exhilarating, amplifying the heat in the room. As I turned back to the computer, I felt a surge of confidence, a conviction that this was exactly what we both needed.

Now, I could fully immerse myself in her words, letting them wash over me and fuel my desire. I imagined myself taking her little breast and rolling her one nipple between my fingers. Her intake of breath, sharp and urgent, confirmed my fantasies. As I sat naked before the computer, my legs spread wide, I began to stroke my cock, gently teasing her pussy lips, enjoying the anticipation.

The pleasure was exquisite, so intense that it felt as though I might explode. I held back, savoring the moment, determined to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. My eyes remained glued to the screen, re-reading her email, letting her words ignite my senses once more.

“I’m so wet that it’s making a slush-slush sound as I open and close my foreskin,” I typed, my fingers dancing across the keyboard. “The bottom of the head is now super-sensitive, and I concentrate on stimulating it. I fantasize about me sitting forward and pushing your legs further apart so that I can get to your pussy.”

Suddenly, she grabbed my head, pulling me closer to her. Her sensitive clitoris pressed against my mouth, and she began to shake as I entered. The taste of her arousal, clean and fresh, filled my senses, making me dizzy with lust. Her struggle to maintain her balance on the desk only intensified my pleasure. Her clitoris, like a small, sensitive penis, begged for my attention.

With my lips, I forced the hood of her clitoris open, exposing its delicate tip. My tongue and lips concentrated on it, drawing her closer as she struggled to maintain her equilibrium. Her sensitivity reached a fever pitch, culminating in a powerful orgasm. Her entire body shook, but I did not stop my assault on her clit. Instead, I slowed down, softening my touch, allowing her to gradually recover from her intense experience. Small sounds escaped her lips as she relaxed, a testament to the exquisite pleasure she had just experienced.

As she came down from her orgasm, she pulled herself off the desk and slid underneath it, her eyes never leaving mine. She began to lick my cock, her movements frantic and desperate. The wetness of my cock created threads of pre-cum that clung to her lips, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. She couldn’t get enough, her hunger for more palpable than ever. I opened my cockhead completely, allowing her to devour every inch of its sensitive flesh. She sucked gently, savoring the taste of my arousal.

As I sat and typed at my desk, my cock lying against my thigh, I could feel her presence beside me. She was so hot, so hungry for more, and I realized that our shared experience had transcended the physical. She was no longer just my wife; she was a force of nature, a captivating enigma that both thrilled and terrified me.

I began to realize that she was doing more than just sucking me. With a swift movement, she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy, engaging in self-stimulation at an alarming pace. Her fingers slid between her pussy lips, rubbing the pointed tip of her clitoris, all while still maintaining her intense focus on me. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

(Occasionally, I would pause my typing, allowing my cock to pulse against my leg, savoring the sensation before resuming my work).

This was truly a moment of pure ecstasy, an experience that I knew I would never forget. The heat radiating from my body was intense, and I felt myself on the verge of climax. It was inevitable, unstoppable. I AM CUMMING!!!! Spurt after spurt of my cum landed on my legs, my feet, the floor, and against the desk. I sat back in my chair, watching my cock leak and pulse against my thigh, lost in the throes of pleasure. Wow! What an experience! The rain continued to lash against the windows, a fitting soundtrack to our shared indulgence.

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