Monday's Secret Desire

The Monday sun cast long shadows across the sterile office landscape, a stark contrast to the simmering heat building within me. It started like any other, a forced march through the fluorescent-lit hallways, dropping off our daughter at daycare, then bracing myself for the soul-crushing monotony of the workday. But fate, in its twisted sense, had other plans. A text from my wife, Sarah, shattered the predictable rhythm – “Just letting you know, looks like I’m the only one here today. Everyone’s out sick or on vacation.” My gut twisted with a potent blend of relief and something far more primal. The thought of her alone, vulnerable, in the vast emptiness of the office, ignited a fire within me.

“Like what?” she replied, her message laced with a playful challenge.

Without hesitation, I responded, sketching out a scenario that felt both outrageous and undeniably appealing. “You could pull your pants down at your desk and sit with your bare ass on the chair. She didn’t wear underwear that day, so it’s already halfway there.” The suggestion hung in the digital air, thick with unspoken desire. “Jill off at your desk. Take a picture of your breasts and send it to me.”

A moment of silence stretched between us, punctuated only by the frantic tapping of my fingers on the desk. Then, the first image arrived – Sarah sitting at her desk, her pants down, her legs casually crossed. The sight of her exposed form sent a jolt through my system, a primal surge of arousal. "Wow," I typed back, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I’m already so hard."

The next message confirmed my suspicions. Another image, this one showing her pants still down but her shirt pulled up, revealing the delicate curve of her bra. It was an invitation, a brazen challenge, and I couldn't resist. “It’s a good thing she WAS the only one there,” I replied, my voice a low murmur. “She could definitely jill off at her desk.”

Then, a video. A blatant, uninhibited display of pleasure. Sarah, eyes closed, moaning with abandon, as she unleashed her pent-up desires. “Fuck me, fuck me…” she whispered, lost in the throes of ecstasy. The sheer audacity of it, the raw vulnerability, sent shivers down my spine. And then, she came. Hard. The intensity of her orgasm vibrated through the phone, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm me. A wave of heat washed over me, leaving me breathless and desperate. It was a good thing she was alone; her cries of pleasure would have been unbearable in front of anyone else. Afterward, she sent a text, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I was watching a video of you jacking off while I rubbed my pussy.” The thought of her pleasure, fueled by my own, ignited a fresh wave of lust.

I excused myself to the restroom, retrieving my phone and snapping a picture of my hard cock. Sending it back to her, I added, "See what you do to me? LOL." The response was immediate: “You have no idea.”

Emboldened by her reaction, I escalated the game. “Let’s do something a little more daring,” I suggested. “You first get completely naked and send me a picture.” To my utter astonishment, she complied. The resulting image, a stark and intimate view of her body, left me speechless. She stood behind her desk, completely exposed, radiating an undeniable allure.

“Keep in mind her desk is right near the front door,” I typed, savoring the anticipation. The proximity, the vulnerability, only intensified my desire. Then, I made a suggestion that sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. “Let’s call each other on Skype on our phones and you watch me jack off.” It was a risky move, but the thought of her witnessing my pleasure was too tempting to resist. I dialed her number, the anticipation building with each ring. She answered, still naked, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. As I proceeded to pleasure myself, she watched, captivated, her gaze never leaving my body. The heat intensified, the sounds of my moans echoing through the phone. She got dressed while she was watching, but the memory of my naked ecstasy remained, a potent reminder of our shared desires.

But we weren't finished yet. A couple of hours later, she sent another tantalizing image – a close-up of her breasts, a blatant display of her beauty. Each message was a fresh wave of pleasure, pushing me further into the depths of desire.

Then, someone finally arrived for a meeting, disrupting the carefully constructed atmosphere. The meeting concluded at 4pm, leaving Sarah once again alone in the office. This time, I seized the opportunity, suggesting she take her clothes off again and walk to the back of the building and back, sending me a video of her naked walk. The office wasn't particularly large, but the act of stripping down, exposing herself, and traversing the space felt incredibly liberating. The video, sent shortly after, confirmed my suspicions. Two separate videos showed her walking completely naked down the hallway and back to her desk, her movements fluid and graceful. The thought of her vulnerable body, exposed in the sterile environment, filled me with a frenzied joy. Then, she sent a final, shocking image: her sitting in her boss’s chair, completely naked, a small vibrator clutched in her hand. It was an act of defiance, a bold statement of her power, and it sent a wave of heat through me.

I excused myself once again, heading to the restroom and stripping down myself. I took a picture of my hard cock and sent it back to her, adding, "Now you’ve got my attention. LOL."

The exchange continued, escalating in both audacity and intensity. She jilled off twice, both times completely naked and in her boss’s chair. She got partially naked twice, each encounter leaving me breathless with anticipation. As for me, I jacked off twice, once completely naked, and once fully clothed.

By the time the evening arrived, we were both drenched in sweat, our bodies humming with the afterglow of countless orgasms. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but exhilarated. The shared experience had forged a deeper connection between us, a primal understanding of our mutual desires.

“Let’s do this again soon,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with the same lust that had consumed us throughout the day. “Definitely.”

And so, we ended our unusual Monday, two souls united by an evening of unbridled passion and pleasure. The memory of that day, filled with both daring and explicit encounters, would forever be etched in our minds, a testament to the intoxicating power of desire and the unexpected pleasures that can be found in the most unlikely of circumstances. It was a Monday we wouldn’t soon forget, a day that redefined our understanding of both work and intimacy.

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