It was just another lazy day off that I had been enjoying thoroughly when I decided to drop by my wife Lindy's office to pay a little visit. I knew she liked the surprise of seeing me unexpectedly but I didn't expect the surprise I was about to get.
"Lindy isn't here," the office manager Patrice said.
"Do you expect her back soon?"
"Oh, not for at least two hours. She went to the office supply store and had to get a lot of stuff we were low on."
"Well, I drove all the way in for nothing then," I said with obvious disappointment.
"You can wait if you want, that is if you don't have anything else to do. We aren't seeing patients today. The doctor is out of town for the day."
"I guess I can. I don't have anything else to do and don't really want to waste a trip."
As I turned to walk into the patient waiting room, Patrice told me I should wait in her office. "It's got more comfortable chairs."
I turned and walked down the hallway toward her office, passing the patient rooms that were empty as she had mentioned they would be. The first thing I noticed in her office was a small box that seamed to be covered in very fine and expensive appearing leather. I sat for a few moments just idly looking around when my eyes came back to the box.
I wonder what is in there? I thought to myself.
"Would you like something to drink?" Patrice asked, catching me off guard and startling me.
"No thank you. I'm fine, just had something on the way here."
"Well, let me know if there is anything you need." She looked me up and down quickly, again catching me off guard.
"Okay, thanks."
I was beginning to get bored and it had only been about four minutes since I arrived. I took one more look around, taking note of all the pictures on the walls. It seems that Patrice has a lot of guy friends. I wasn't surprised; as Patrice was a beautiful, successful girl.
I took one more glance around and suddenly decided to make a hasty inspection of the little leather-covered box. I had to do this quickly or I would get caught and that could mean trouble for Lindy.
"Holy shit!" I bit my tongue; I was completely stunned to find what was in the little box.
"What in the hell is this thing?" I whispered to nobody.
"That is a moldable butt plug." Patrice said from the doorway.
Oh, motherfucker. I am a dead man and Lindy is fired for sure, I thought to myself as I sat staring at Patrice. I couldn't say a word.
"It's okay." she says in a breathless kind of way. She took a few slow steps toward me.
"It is?" I stammered.
"Sure, I kind of figured you would see that pretty little box and want to see what was in it. I just got it today. I ordered it from India."
"Wow! That's a long way for a butt plug to travel." I said, trying to bring a little humor in to play.
"Yes it is. But I saw it in a porno magazine and decided I wanted it, since I enjoy anal sex so much. Actually I enjoy all sex. More than anyone who works here knows about."
"Really?" I choked. I was really beginning to feel strange now. Her eyes were locked onto mine as she spoke.
Patrice was just a few feet away as she reached out for the butt plug. She began to shape it and mold it very slowly. Then she glanced up at me and asks me if I wanted to see how it worked. "You did say you were bored..." I said yes figuring it came with an instructional video or something. I thought she would be plugging it into the VCR that I had noticed earlier. Then I remembered she said she had seen it in a porno magazine and I knew then that what she was going to show me was not on videotape.
I was completely captivated as she shut the door to the office and walked over to my chair. She handed me the butt plug and turned as if to go to the box. As she glanced over her shoulder she asked me if I had ever had anal sex. My heart was racing. I kind of laughed and said no, that I had never had anal sex but that I had done Lindy in the butt before. She just laughed and said that I knew what she meant. I said yes and that I was just a little nervous. Patrice asked if I am uncomfortable with what is going on and I told her of course not. I am an opened-minded person. And that particular philosophy was about to pay off big-time...
"Good." She says, as she unzips her skirt.
My eyes nearly bulge out when she drops the skirt to her feet and I see that she nothing on underneath. No panties or pantyhose. She was completely nude under her skirt. I looked her in the eye and without saying anything; I slowly glanced down at her pussy. It was very pretty. Just a light patch of dark pubic hair with some of the most inviting pussy lips I have ever seen. I was getting a hard-on very quickly. She must have noticed because she glanced at my crotch and smiled. Without any warning she pulled her sweater over her head and I found out she was completely nude under all of her clothing. What a body. I sat there with a raging hard on; I needed to adjust it considering I wasn't expecting this to happen and my dick wasn't in a good position to get hard. It was pressing hard against my jeans. I tried to adjust it by shifting in my seat but it didn't help.
"What's wrong, Stephen?" she asked, standing naked before me.
"Nothing. I just didn't expect this."
"I think your dick is hurting you since it is so hard and all pinned up."
Patrice walked over and reached out to my crotch. She slowly unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hand was a little cold but it felt like fire to me when she reached into my underwear and grasped my now throbbing dick.
She smiled and looked up at me. "I like what I found."
