It was a little after 5pm on Friday, most everyone had left. I assumed that Marsha had as well. Marsha, a staff support person, is a curly haired brunette, standing about 5'5". I would describe her as pleasingly plump. She has a terrific womanly figure, large breasts and a nice round ass. She is curvy, and voluptuous. Although she doesn't work directly for me, she was supporting some work I was currently doing, and so I was just going to drop some paperwork in her bin on her door. As I approached her door, I could see that it was slightly cracked open. Surprised she was here so late, I was going to knock on her door when I heard a noise coming from behind the door. It sounded like a cat mewling. Her door was not quite pulled shut and so I nudged it open just a little and peeked in. On the screen of her computer was streaming video of a woman being fucked doggie style. The mewling sound was the woman in the video. But the most surprising thing was Marsha: She was sitting in her chair, with her feet propped up on the desk on either side of her computer screen. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and she was sliding a dildo in out of her pussy in time with the action on the screen. Her other hand was gently caressing her nipples through the sheer fabric of her blouse: she had removed her bra and camisole, which were draped across the back of the chair.
I stood for a moment, watching the amazing scene as my cock became aroused in my pants. I was surprised to see that her pussy was shaved completely. Based on her personality, I would have guessed that she was a "missionary position" type wife. So I was surprised to see all of this rather sexual behavior.
I looked up and down the hall and determined that we were most probably the only ones here. I decided to take a chance, I simply walked into her office and quickly closed the door behind me. She heard me, of course, and jumped, "Oh my god!" she couldn't figure out what to do first: turn off the computer, hide the dildo, hide her bra or pull her skirt down. Interestingly, for me at least, she chose to turn off the computer screen. Of course the sound was still coming out of the speakers, and we could hear the mewling woman begin a slow climax. More interestingly, her skirt was still around her waist and her dark areolas and nipples were clearly visible through the rather sheer white blouse she was wearing. Her beet red face stood out above the crisp white of her collar.
"I thought my door was closed. I'm so embarrassed. Let me turn this off. I'm probably in a lot of trouble." the words came pouring out of her mouth so fast I could hardly break in. "Relax," I said reassuringly "you're not in trouble, certainly not with me." The relief and gratitude on her face was radiant. The clip she was watching had apparently come to an end as the sound stopped. She began to wiggle her skirt down and said "I'm so embarrassed, you probably think it's terrible to watch that stuff, and even worse what I was doing."
"I'm not judgmental, and I'm not going to tell anyone" I said. "I do have a question though..." I trailed off.
She flushed red again, and said "...OK..." with some puzzlement.
My heart was racing as I said slowly "Well, wouldn't this be more fun to do at home? With your husband? Rather than here, alone?" Again, she blushed and I said quickly "You are pretty cute when you blush like that."
She giggled, took a deep breath and said "Thanks. My husband would not approve of this at all. In fact, my husband appears to have little interest in me sexually. We did it a few times on our honeymoon, I was a virgin, but now he doesn't touch me at all. He's very religious, and thinks that if we aren't trying to make a baby, it's a sin. I'm not ready for children yet, so, well, sometimes I just need something..." her bitter voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"Well, he doesn't know what he's missing." I said softly. I could still see her nipples through the sheer blouse, and an occasional glimpse up her skirt. "I'm sorry that your situation is like this. If it makes you feel any less guilty, I've surfed some sites too. It can be pretty frustrating though, the quality on the little free clips varies a lot. I don't think there is anything wrong with what you were doing."
"Yeah, I found surfing frustrating too, so I subscribed to a few pay sites that I liked..." As she realized what she said, she blushed, giggled and averted her eyes, "I'm worried that you think I'm really slutty or something," she paused and looked up at me and said "I'm not, but sometimes I wish I was."
"I understand, I don't think you're bad. What kinds of sites do you like?" I said, as though one might ask this question normally. She was becoming a little less reserved about the whole thing.