It started out like any other normal week day. Normally, I would get up dealt with the husband and kids. Go to work. Flirt with the guys at work. Go home; deal with the husband and kids again. Sounds boring right... It is normally. Today was different though.
I have been flirting with Keith for sometime now. We both are in marriages that aren't as sexual gratifying as we would like them to be. We both have deviant sexual thoughts. How would I know this you ask? Keith is my friend; he is the one person in this office that I actually trust. Since he is a guy, I have been sharing some of my sexual thoughts with him, just to see if he reacted like my husband, Derek, the prude. Keith has helped me to feel normal, or as he jokes with me maybe we are both just sexually deviants.
I have been saying to Keith that we should hook up. Friends with benefits I say. He keeps on telling me no, he would never do that to his wife. I keep on saying come on, please. He has held his ground. Well that is until today...
While I was out to clients, Keith texted me that his chocolate candy was not wrapped well. I texted back joking with him that I had tainted it. When I got back to work, I went in his office to joke some more about it with him. The next thing you know, he was daring me (or maybe I dared myself) to stick a miniature kit-kat in my pussy. I told him I would if he ate it. We laughed; I took a kit-kat and left his office.
I proceeded to go to the ladies room. I was horny as hell after talking to Keith. There is something about him that drives me sexually insane. I have imagined what his cock looks life for years now...is it normal length? Is it thick? Is it long? Oh god, all I have wanted to do is feel it in my hands. To hold his stiff strong cock.... I start to rub my nipples as I sit in the bathroom thinking about Keith. To just suck him, till he cums, would give me so much pleasure. As I am sitting there, I start to finger fuck myself. Oh it feels so good; I wish Keith was doing it to me instead of my self. I remember the kit-kat. I start to chuckle, and insert it into my warm moist pussy. I leave it there just a second as it is starting to melt. I remove it; put it back in the wrapper. I wash my hands and then return to my desk. I text Keith:
I did my dare are you going to do urs?
No.
Please.
No.
The smell of chocolate smell and my pussy is driving me crazy.
No – besides I can't get out of my chair.
What if I cum to u?
No.
But, I want to. I really want to feel this chocolate melt more in my pussy. Will you be mad at me if I do it?
I could never be mad at you.
That was all I needed. I took that piece of chocolate and reinserted it in to my vagina. Oh, how I wished it was bigger. I could so get off on the feeling of the melting chocolate mixing with the juices inside my pussy. I walked down the hall and stood in his office door. "Keith, can you help me? I have a problem." I said as I shut his door and locked it behind me.
Do, I really have enough balls to do this, I think? All I have thought about every night for the last week was seeing him hard, touching him, and sucking him. "Did you just lock my door?," he said.
I tell him that I did. I sit in the chair, looking at him. I can feel the chocolate melting. So, I stand up, reach down and pull that melted kit-kat out of my pussy. I hold it to his lips. He doesn't respond. I then wipe the chocolate on his lips and as he opens them to lick the chocolate, I place it in his mouth. Oh, how I wish he was licking the chocolate off of my pussy. Instead, I lick my fingers enjoying the taste of chocolate and my juices.
I proceed to walk over to him and ask him if I can touch. He doesn't respond. All I want to do is feel that cock. Is it rock hard? Is it average size? I lean over his chair and start to touch. Groan, it is rock hard and at least average if not bigger. Oh, Lord I want to suck him right now.... I touch a minute longer. If I stay any longer, I am going to rape him as I know he doesn't want to be a willing participant. I then leave his office and go back to mine and text him.
I text to him:
I hope you r nt mad at me.
I told you I could never get mad at you.