The Office Wife Pt. 02 – A Bit More

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I was working from home, contemplating the events of the past few weeks. At the encouragement of my husband, Jake, I began exposing myself to my coworkers more and more. All the while, I was getting more flirty with them. With each step we take, each boundary we push, I keep thinking we’ll find our limit and stop. But with every new action I take, we both find it too exhilarating to stop, and it leaves us wanting to do even more. To date, all I’ve done is expose my underwear and say some overtly sexual things. The latest adventure I undertook was agreeing to show my young interns my bra and panties, to their delight. Having done it once, they were now expecting it to keep happening. A lot of people I work with are becoming accustomed to my new attitude. What was the end game in all of this?

As I sat there mulling over this, an icon popped up on the bottom of my computer. With help from my husband, we had set up my laptop to allow IT to turn on my webcam whenever they liked. They think I don’t know when they do this, but this icon tells me when they are spying on me. I wondered if this was Felipe, the IT guy I previously worked with. Or maybe it was a coworker of his. Perhaps this was the entire IT department looking at me now. Not knowing who it was made this all the hotter. Feeling bored and randy, I decided to have some fun with my voyeur.

I made sure not to immediately react to the webcam turning on, but I couldn’t wait too long, or they would lose interest. I started off running my finger along my neck and then across my chest slowly. “I should probably get changed,” I said out loud and stood up. Luckily, I had the laptop angled towards an area where I could have my full body in view for my audience. While facing the computer, I started unbuttoning my shirt. The IT guys were probably going wild and couldn’t believe their luck, having tuned in just before I decided to strip. Starting at the top, I undid button after button. The middle portion of my bra became exposed, and then, eventually, my belly button. With nothing holding my shirt together, I stood there for a second, leaving my viewers in suspense.

But I couldn’t leave them with only this and dropped my shirt off my shoulders. The bra I was wearing, which was now the only thing covering my top half, was one of my more revealing ones. It showed off a good amount of cleavage but still kept my nipples concealed. I bent forward in front of the computer, giving them a magnificent view of the top half of my breasts. Standing like this made me feel the weight of my chest, and I appreciated the impressive size of my tits. As did the IT crowd currently, I’m sure.

My foray into being an accidental cam girl wasn’t finished. I turned around and reached to the side of my skirt, finding the zipper. My skirt was now loose and being held up only by my hands. I bent over and slowly pulled it down. My ass was facing the computer, and my panty-clad booty came into full view for them. I was wearing some lacy panties that showed off a fair amount of my ass cheeks. Standing back up, I massaged them a bit, hoping the IT guys were imagining their own hands feeling me. God, this was hot.

I turned around and gave them a frontal view of myself wearing only my underwear. This was as far as I had taken things with my other coworkers. But for a moment, I considered whether I should take things further. Was I willing to show off my nude body to someone besides my husband? Was he okay with that? Realizing I was thinking about going down a crazy path, I closed my computer, thus ending my latest show.

“You stripped fully down to your underwear for them? Awesome!” Jake said as I recounted the tale to him when he got home from the office.

“To be honest, I was a bit tempted to go further. But I didn’t,” I admitted to him. I was committed to being honest with my husband regarding both my actions and my thoughts.

“Really…,” Jake said as I could tell his mind became enthralled by that thought. We didn’t discuss me exposing more of myself. I knew I would hold back on doing that until, or if, we decided we wanted to do that. I wasn’t sure if that would ever be a good idea.

But Jake did have another topic to bring up. “I got you something. Maybe you could wear it to an upcoming meeting,” he said, handing me a small box. At first, it looked like just another pair of panties, but upon closer look, I realized what this was.

“Vibrating panties?”

“There’s a little device you put in at the crotch and can turn on with the remote. It will vibrate at the speed you set it to. Maybe you wear it at your next marketing meeting,” my husband suggested with a nervous smile.

“I think… I can do this. I’ll have the remote, so if it proves too much, I can always turn it down or even off. Yeah, let’s try this,” I said, apparently committing to experiencing sexual pleasure while in a professional meeting.

The next morning, I put on the panties and positioned the vibrator into its pocket at my crotch. It was tempting to turn it on and see how it felt, but I was running late, and stimulation might drive me to delay myself further while enjoying my new gift. Driving to work, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about the sexual bomb resting against my pussy. One push of a button was all it would take. My productivity in the morning was poor, and I frequently sneaked in touches to ensure it was still positioned correctly. Finally, it was time for our marketing meeting, and all six of us were present in person. The meeting started off normal while I endlessly debated when to turn it on.

Colby was talking forever about a report he put together, and I felt it was the best time to try it. Looking at the remote under the table, I needed to set the speed. It went from a scale of one to ten, which didn’t give me much insight into what to pick. Not that I was expecting there to be an ‘office meeting’ setting on the speed. I set it to five and pushed start.

A jolt of pleasure shot all over my body from the vibrator, causing me to jump out of my chair and yell, “Oh!” All eyes looked at me, and I appreciated that the jolts kept on coming. I instinctively reached for my crotch, not that I could find any relief that way. My movements shifted the vibrator to impact other areas of my vagina, hitting me with new sensations of pleasure. My whole body shivered, and I dropped the remote. “Fuck!” I yelled out due to a combination of ecstasy and frustration.

“Is everything alright,” Clara asked me as I bent over to find the remote while being bombarded with waves of delight. With a shaky hand, I grabbed the remote and finally got relief from my sexual torment.

I sat down in my chair, breathing heavily and looking pink in the cheeks. With everyone waiting for an explanation about what just happened to me, I knew I had to say something. “Sorry about that. Sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed by how good-looking and charming my coworkers are,” I said, giving some sensual eyes to the group. While I’m sure that explanation gave little in the way of a clue about what happened, the group seemed to enjoy my light flirting. As Colby started up again talking about his report, I assumed my vibrator experiment was over. But after a few minutes, I reconsidered.

I did what I should have done from the start and set the speed to the lowest setting. Taking a deep breath, I turned it on. My muscles tensed up, and I let out a small gasp, but overall this was manageable. Manageable but still a lot of fun. I lightly squirmed in my seat and felt my butt cheeks shift back and forth as the device in my panties gave me a steady stream of pleasure. “What do you think, Kristin,” Trey asked me from across the table.

I looked up and realized I hadn’t been listening to a damn word anyone had been saying. The only thing on my mind in this meeting was my pussy. Trey gave me a look of disappointed confusion as I didn’t immediately reply. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been feeling so excited lately. I didn’t hear what was said.” Under the table, I extended my leg and lightly ran it along Trey’s leg.

His face changed to one of intrigue. “That’s okay, Kristin. We all get a bit distracted at times,” Trey said before moving on from his question.

Feeling a bit more daring, I increased the speed to two. My toes curled up from the increased intensity, and I began to wonder if I would dare to get myself to the point of an orgasm in front of my coworkers. I kept it at two and tried to concentrate on the meeting as best as I could, but that was proving near impossible. Watching a male coworker talk while a device is vibrating on your clit causes your mind to go to strange places. I began to imagine what Shawn’s cock looked and even tasted like. I pictured myself, right here and now, crawling under the table, pulling it out, and taking the entire length in my mouth. All the while, my other coworkers watched and expressed an interest in getting blown by me next.

But I shook my head and tried to get those crazy thoughts out of my head. Colby, who was sitting next to me, said something that made the rest of the group laugh. Not wanting to be left out, I faked a laugh and put my hand on his shoulder. As the laughter faded, my hand fell to his thigh, where it rested for a bit. God, he felt good. I wondered how his legs felt if he wasn’t wearing pants. Fuck, my head is a horny mess. Thankfully, the meeting ended, and I rushed to my car. Once securely inside, I turned the vibration up to five and allowed myself two orgasms before returning to work.

“I don’t think I should do that again,” I said to Jake in the car ride home, sitting in the same place where a few hours before I came. “I was close to taking some crazy actions. Like, straight-on cheating and get fired type of actions.” Jake didn’t respond, but the smile on his face told me a lot.

When we got home, Jake revealed yet another surprise for me: more new work outfits. “Before you say anything, just go try it on. We can then decide if you want to make this your new work clothes or not,” Jake said.

I took one of the outfits into the bedroom and changed into it. The skirt portion was tiny. It only went about four or five inches below my crotch and barely covered my ass. Bending over would have the effect of showing the bottom portion of my panties. The shirt had no buttons at the top. Thus, the neckline dropped down far enough to reveal the top of my bra, even when I stood up straight. I walked out and showed it off to Jake, who looked to be speechless. “Do you think I could get away with wearing this at work? I’ve seen street hookers wear longer skirts than this,” I asked, conflicted. I honestly loved how I looked in it, and the idea of wearing something this naughty to work excited me. But the possibility of me getting reprimanded for my outfit was a bit scary. Although no one had yet given me any warnings about the already risque clothes I had been wearing.

“I think it’s worth a shot. Man, your coworkers are going to go crazy seeing you in that. I know I am,” Jake said, staring at my legs.

“And are you okay with me showing off this much skin?”

“How many people have seen you in your underwear now? Hell, the IT guys may have recorded you and sent images of you in your bra and panties to who knows how many people,” Jake said oddly excitedly. Could the IT guys have done that? I mean, that should almost be expected. God, they probably have pleasured themselves with shots they took of my barely covered tits. Thinking about that was… interesting.

We both committed to the idea of me wearing this tomorrow, which made me giddy all night. I got up extra early the following morning and spent way too long getting ready. In addition to the outfit, I really jazzed up my hair and got my makeup nearly perfect. “Holy cow. I’m tempted to keep you home all to myself,” Jake said when he first saw me.

“You’ll get your chance. But that’s not the game today, is it?” I said, flirting with my husband. The car ride to work went by in a flash, and after parking, I paused.

“You coming,” Jake asked. I took several deep breaths and opened the car door. As soon as I stepped out, I spotted several others in the parking lot checking me out. I felt so naked in my outfit but also so exhilarated.

“Let’s give them a show,” I said to myself as I walked as confidently as I could manage into the building.

Heads were constantly turning to me as I strolled past the other employees, but this was not anything new. “Looking great today, Kristin,” someone finally commented.

“Thanks!” I said, feeling better about things after hearing that. That first compliment opened the floodgates, and everyone gave me encouraging comments about my outfit and my looks in general. Even the women of the office did. Nearing my desk, I felt like I was practically glowing. But then I ran into my boss, and I held my breath. If anyone was going to scold me, it would be him. He looked like he was about to speak but stopped to look over my body a few times. Then, he asked me about a report I was working on. No one at work complained about my outfit. I was as happy as I was shocked. Throughout the rest of the day, I allowed myself some fun teasing my coworkers by bending over in front of them or leaning over while they looked down my top. I lost count of how many people got glimpses of my bra and panties that day.

After work, Jake was happy to hear things went so well, and thus, we decided I would dress like this at the office from now on. “So tell me what your next idea for me is. I know you too well. You for sure have something already in mind,” I said, poking him in the side as he drove.

“Alright, yes. I do have another idea. Remember when we sent out that anonymous email to the whole company where you said those sexual things?”

“People are still talking about that. Except for management, everyone else seemed to get a big kick out of it. But you said they shut down the internal email account we used,” I pointed out.

“They did shut down that dummy account. But there are a lot more that no one outside of us seems to know exists. You mentioned how a lot of people at work had already seen you in your underwear. What if we increase that to everyone?” Jake said with a big smile.

The idea of every single person I work with having seen me nearly naked was terrifying. Terrifying in that it made me scarily excited to do it. “But I can’t just send out pictures like that. Everyone will think I’m a sex-crazed weirdo. It will ruin my reputation,” I said, thinking logically about this for a second.

“We’ll take pictures without your face in it. We’ll make sure there is no clue as to your identity. We won’t even have you wear underwear that anyone else has seen yet. You and I will be the only ones to know.” Would that work, I thought. It was a large company with plenty of women that had my shape. I don’t have any tattoos or other marks on my body that would make it easy to identify me. I kept thinking of a reason not to do it, but the feeling I got in my pussy thinking about what all those men at work might do with slutty pictures of me made it clear what I was going to do.

“Can we do this as soon as we get home,” I asked my husband.

At the house, Jake set up the camera with a backdrop of a plain white wall we had. Looking through my underwear, I came to appreciate just how many times I had shown myself off now. Eventually, I found a pink bra and panty set that I could wear. It was a bit sheer in the butt area. However, I was comfortable with that. I had shown off so much of my ass cheeks already, a little sheer wasn’t a big step for me. My bra was much like I’d worn before, but as usual, it showed off a lot of my cleavage. I also put my hair up so none of it would show up in the shots. Standing in front of the white wall, I did a variety of poses for the camera, and Jake brought the camera in and out to get a variety of angles and close-ups. In particular, tight shots of my cleavage and crotch. Ones of me bending over and some of me rubbing myself. And even a few shots of me on the floor with my legs spread.

“How about I tease them a bit more,” I suggested as I put my hands a bit down my panties. Jake offered no objections as we got a few shows of my touching myself. But that was my limit, and we ended the shoot and went to review them on the computer.

We did some cropping of images that showed a bit too much of my face, but overall, the shots made it nearly impossible to identify me. What gave us both pause was when we realized one of the pictures had a bit of my nipple poking out. We both stared silently at it as we considered if we could really show off my nipples to people. Finally, in a moment of clarity, I said, “No. Not yet,” and deleted the image. It was only afterward I appreciated that I had said, not yet, instead of simply no. Was I telling myself I could do that later?

Jake prepared the email, and I typed up a quick message to include with the images. ‘You all enjoyed my last message so well that I thought I would share a bit more of myself. I hope you guys like it. If you’re good, maybe more will come later. Till then, don’t wear yourself out looking at these.’ The email was ready to send, and Jake sought a final all-clear from me.

“Are you good with this? I can’t un-send this,” he explained.

“Oh god, if it ever comes out that this is me, everyone is going to think I’m a total pervert,” I said, squirming in my seat.

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” my husband teased.

I punched him in the arm and told him, “Just send the damn email jackass.” He clicked send, and hearing the sound effect of the email going out made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t sit here thinking about the ramifications and risks regarding what we just did. “Get naked and on the bed, no questions,” I commanded my husband. An hour later, I had a full pussy and was feeling much more calm.

Work the next day was exactly as you suspected. The administrators repeated their previous act of first commanding everyone to delete the email but then later, realizing that wasn’t going to happen, demanded anyone with information on who was doing this come forward.

Throughout the day, I could hear people whispering to each other, and a few people even talked to me about it. Everyone speculated who it could be, and I was relieved to hear no less than two dozen people brought up as possibilities, myself included, which was no surprise. However, each person had a different opinion, and no consensus was even close to being made. There was broad agreement that the woman was hot, and they all hoped to see more of her. On the ride home, Jake told me countless stories of guys talking about the sexual things they wanted to do with her and speculated what kind of crazy chick would expose herself like that to everyone. “What kind of crazy chick indeed,” I teased.

“How have things been with your coworkers in marketing? Are you still…,” Jake asked, changing the subject.

“Am I still being flirty with them? They all responded so well to it I’ve kept it up. But really, it’s just innocent comments and compliments. I don’t think anyone there really thinks I’m looking to get with any of them.”

“Maybe it’s time to kick it up a notch,” he suggested.

“What does that mean?” I asked, wondering if my husband wanted others to think I was looking to cheat.

“Nothing crazy, well maybe a bit crazy. I’ll leave that to you. Have some fun with it,” he said, leaving things purposely vague.

I thought about my husband’s words all night and into the next morning. I was already dressing very provocatively at work while ‘accidentally’ exposing myself to almost the entire marketing team. I was probably getting dangerously close to sending them the wrong message. But still… Maybe I could do more. In our morning marketing meeting, my eyes darted from person to person as I continued to debate what I could say.

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