The next morning was pretty much normal. We both did our things, her getting ready for work while I took care of lunches and breakfast. We didn't talk a lot during breakfast, both of us clearly upset about the previous evening. When she was about ready to head out the door to work, I stopped her. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, letting my hands slide down to the hem of her rather short skirt, or at least, short for her. I hiked it up until I could feel her underwear and then pushed it down over her cheeks.
"What the fuck are you doing? I have to leave for work!" she protested as I squatted down and pulled her underwear all the way down her bare legs. I forced her to lift each foot until I had them off her legs and then stood up.
"I think you should know what it's like to think about sex all day," I said, tossing the panties at the kitchen table. I slipped a hand under the front of her dress and gently teased her pussy for a few seconds, holding her against me. "Now, you go to work and when you get home, tell me you didn't think about sex all day," I said after I pulled my fingers from her pussy.
"I can't go to work without underwear!"
"No? Why not?"
"Someone might see!"
"You make it a habit of showing your underwear off to people?"
"Well, no."
"Then no one will know but you."
"I can't go without underwear. I might leave a wet spot on my dress, then everyone would know."
"Guess you'll just have to lift your skirt up so you're not sitting on it then."
"I can't do that!"
"No? Why not? Who's going to see anything? The only one's that'll know are you and your chair. Go on. I dare you to go one day without and tell me you aren't horny when you get home."
"I won't be."
"I'm sure," I answered as I walked towards the bedroom, picking up the panties. "Have a great day!" I called back down the hall. I chuckled to myself as she slammed the door on the way out. I had every intention of making this as difficult as I could. I'd already decided to send her some dick pictures, just to make sure she thinks of sex all day. I stroked myself and got a good, nice hard-on and then took several pictures that I'd send over the course of the day. I might even add another one from work or something if I had a chance. I shaved and dressed for work and headed off.
I wasn't sure what kind of response I was going to get when she got home. I felt like I had no choice but to continue on with my plan and hope that I hadn't made a mistake pushing this too far. But the reality is that I was getting very frustrated and dissatisfied with how our sex life had been and was deteriorating and her recent attempts to embarrass me just seemed to exacerbate the situation. Not only that, now that I had a taste of how things COULD be, I wanted more of it. No, I didn't NEED to have sex with other women, not if my wife would continue to be as sexual as she had been the last few days, but the problem was, she wouldn't even admit that it was all turning her on, let along embrace it.
I took one of the pictures that I'd taken that morning and sent it to her as soon as I got to work, planning on sending the other two later in the morning. I was surprised to get a text back from her just before lunch. Steph and I were sitting in the conference room with a number of folders spread around, going over the details on a couple quotes when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, wondering who was texting me. "Oh shit," I mumbled as I saw a picture of my wife, her skirt pulled up her thighs and her legs spread. The picture was obviously taken from under her desk, her spread legs showing her bare pussy. It was followed moments later by a text saying
That the best you can do? Mister show off? I dare you!
"She dares you to do what?" Steph asked as she looked over my shoulder at my phone.
I quickly flipped my phone over and felt myself start to blush. "Nothing," I answered.
"Oh come on Scott. I'm not blind. I could see what she sent, as well as what you sent her. Pretty damn nice looking too," she said with a grin. "So, what's she daring you to do and more importantly, why?"
"Long story."
"Honey, EVERYTHING is a long story with you. Usually, it's because you did something stupid."
"I did NOT!" I protested.
"Really? You sure you want to stick with that? Why not tell me what you did this time, and I'll tell you if it was stupid or not."
"Steph. Trust me. This is NOT an appropriate conversation for work!"
"Like I care? It's the two of us. We're just friends chatting. What's wrong with that? Besides, I gotta to see a picture of your dick again. Maybe I can even figure out a way to see it in person! And if you say this isn't appropriate, I might just have to slap you."
"You really don't want to know."
"Of course I do! Why else would I ask?" she giggled, sliding her chair even closer to me and reaching a hand into my lap while her leg pressed against mine. "Especially after that picture. I don't suppose I could get you to send it to me?"
"Not likely," I answered feeling my face get red.
"So tell. Come on!"
"Oh fine. Short version. I had sex with my wife in the backyard, and the guy next door saw us and got to ogle her tits. There."