Consequences Of Teasing 2

It was now 2 weeks after my wife, Anita, came home secretly hiding John's cum on her nylon feet.

The two weeks since that night were surreal. Not a day went by that I didn't daydream about what I had done. Or better yet, what SHE had done. I fantasized about this plenty before but I never actually thought that she would do something like that. She had always been so conservative and self conscious about her body so it was crazy to imagine how much she had changed in such a short time. I severely underestimated the power that confidence had on someone personality.

Of course, she was wasn't some sex driven slut. Not even close. Sure, she didn't care what people thought of her now. Her need for social acceptance from her fellow women was now replaced by her need to be lusted after by any man she came into contact with. She wasn't desperate for this and she definitely didn't appear to be "trying too hard". However, I could tell that she gradually tried to flirt with all the men at her office based on the stories she would tell me.

She would often brag to me how she got a rise out of several of the men at work. I could tell these instances were real since they weren't so much a story but more of a slice of what happened that given day.

***

She explained to me that at her office, there is a break room near the far end of the floor that no one ever uses. The people who had moved from this department were moved to a higher floor of the building so it was rare that anyone ever travelled to this side. The only reason a few people visited this break room was for the coffee. Someone had stashed some high quality coffee away here and the few people that knew about it, took advantage of this by brewing it in secret.

Two guys at work, Steve and David, had let her in on this little secret and invited her to come chat with them on the abandoned side of the office. She accepted their invitation and met up with them in the break room.

Steve had already taken a seat at one of the tables with his legs parted wide and a smug look on his face. David was busy pouring himself a cup.

When they saw her walk in, their demeanor changed. They both greeted her casually but wouldn't take their eyes off her.

She said she felt a little scared at the moment but decided to stay. She didn't want to be rude.

Her heels made a hollow sound across the tile floor as she walked over to the coffee pot. Instead of offering her a cup, they simple said to help herself. This was part of their plan because by now, they were both sitting at the table watching her.

She purposely spilled a bit of coffee on the floor and began to clean it up with a paper towel. She daintily maneuvered her tight skirt so that it wouldn't rip when she bent over to clean up the coffee.

She said that she took her time cleaning this up and provided plenty of time for either of them to snap a mental picture or maybe even a real one.

When she turned around, Steve's spread legs displayed his massive hard on she had given him. It was obvious the signal he was sending.

As she was walking over to them, Angela walked in and drew all the sex right out of the room. Angela was not attractive but she was funny which allowed her to be part of the "cool kid" group. As soon as she walked in, everyone's posture corrected as if they were a bunch of kids that were just caught doing something bad.

Nothing else happened this instance but she bragged about how she waved her ass in front of them, making herself their private eye candy. This is what got her up for work every morning. Having coffee with Steve and David was the highlight of her mornings.

***

It was little tidbits like this that kept me on the edge nearly everyday. I ran into a problem though. With all the fantastic stories she would tell me and the small moments throughout her day, I was beginning to lose track of what was fiction and what was really happening. One day, I finally spoke up about it.

"I don't know what to believe anymore. I can't tell what is true and what is fantasy." I said.

"What does it matter? Either way, it still gets you off right?" She said In reply.

I thought about this. I didn't realize but what I was basically saying is that, I would like for these fantasies to truly happen. The more I thought about it, the more I grew frustrated with myself. I was in a paradox. I wanted the fantasy to become real but I didn't want the risk or the guilt associated with it. I wasn't ok with facing the humiliation I might receive. I was afraid to accept the consequences that might be involved. I didn't understand this just as I couldn't understand why it turned me on to lick John's cum off her feet. I felt disgusted with myself.

"It still gets you off, right?" She asked again.

I finally answered back "Yea...I guess...I don't know."

She could tell that I was lost in my own thoughts.

"What's the deal? Tell me what you're thinking." She said comfortingly.

I didn't know how to respond. I knew what I was thinking but I didn't understand it or even know how explain it. I struggled to find the right words.

"I guess...I just...I want to know if you're really doing these things. I like the fantasy of it all but I don't want you cheating on me." I said.

"Babe! I'm not cheating on you. I haven't slept with anyone or done anything else with anyone. I have just been having fun teasing you by telling stories. I thought you wanted that. I thought this is what you wanted. What happened with John was a one time thing." She replied.

I felt bad. I accused her of cheating on me. How could I think she would do that? She might be more confident with her sexuality but she wasn't a cheater. This was all my doing anyway.

I apologized.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you were cheating on me. I just meant that I didn't want you to do anything else with John or one of the other guys. I didn't mean it like that."

She accepted my apology. "It's ok babe. Don't worry about it. I still love you."

"I love you too." I responded.

A moment passed between us in silence.

"So does this mean that you want to stop this? I can stop telling you stories." She said.

I didn't want her to stop. I wanted this to keep going. Actually, I wanted it to go a little further but I was afraid to say it. I was afraid of what might happen afterwards. I said it anyway because she knew me too well. I wouldn't have been able to hide my feelings.

"No, don't stop. I like it. It's sexy. I've been so turned on nearly every day and it's really hot. It's just..." I trailed off.

She looked at me as if she was searching for the rest of my sentence in my eyes.

"I just...I would like to be there. IF you were to do something again, like you did with John, I would like to be there. I want to see it." I said.

A smile came back over her face. I could tell she was getting hot already.

She giggled "Hmmmm."

I could tell that she was either turned on by the proposal or she had an idea. Maybe both.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just get turned on by all this, ok?" She replied.

We both laughed together at the absurdity of the conversation but also because we both knew how dirty this was making us feel. We relished in this feeling.

"How do you suppose we do this?" She asked.

"I don't know." I said.

I really had no idea how to do this sort of stuff and wasn't sure how setup something like this without making it feel forced or awkward.

"What is it that you want to see? You want to see some guy having sex with me?" She said under her breath.

I noticed she was embarrassed to say the words. This was odd because she had no issue saying these dirty things in her stories. I guess it was because it was serious this time.

But I replied instantly. I wasn't ready to see some guy having sex with her. I don't think I could ever be ready for that. In my mind, I had to draw the line somewhere.

"No no. Not that. I would like to see you teasing someone. Like intense, strong teasing. And then maybe, if he's into it, a footjob. Let him use your feet." I said.

I wanted to clearly explain what I wanted. I didn't want anything coming back to bite me in the ass because I didn't specify.

"Of course, nylons only. You know me." I added.

She was biting her lip because she was imagining this unfold.

I spoke up again because I felt that this was the time to lay out any boundaries if she didn't already understand them. I feel that these were sort of unspoken rules that we both already agreed to but I had to say them anyway. For safety's sake.

"I would prefer if you don't kiss him." I said.

"Kiss him? Why would I kiss him anyway?" She snapped.

"I don't know! I'm just saying. I just don't want things getting out of hand. I want the boundaries to be clearly explained." I said.

"Oh ok. Alright. Is there anything else?" She asked.

I thought to myself. I wanted to state my terms but I also didn't want this to feel restricted or forced. I wanted it to happen casually.

"I don't want you to have sex with him." I said.

She rolled her eyes. She was still being naive. She assumed that all men would just take "No" for what it meant. She assumed all men were nice guys. She assumed that he would ask to have sex with her first before making a move. I needed to make this clear.

"Just listen please. I know you don't plan on any of this but I just need to lay it out there. Ok?" I added

"Ok babe." She answered.

"Please don't have vaginal sex with him. I guess I'm ok with oral or if he wanted your breasts and since I'm mentioning that, please don't let him cum in your mouth if you do go down on him." I said.

She was now listening intently. I think she had gone back to imagining the situation and how it would play out.

"Anywhere but inside your mouth. I want to see him cum on your nylons." I added.

Her breaths had gotten deeper. Just mentioning the what this man might be doing to her was pushing her buttons.

One reason why I felt it necessary to lay out these rules was because she was a pleaser. She's the type of girl that gets off on pleasing her man. The only reason why she did all the dirty things her and I have done in the past were because she knew I liked them. Nylon footjobs, titty fucking, cumming in her mouth, etc. It was only her desire to please me that drove her to do these things. Which is why we were doing all of this in the first place, except for the fact that she was now getting off on other men's lust for her too.

"Ok?" I asked.

I guess she was daydreaming about all this because she didn't reply immediately.

"Ok babe. Don't worry about anything. I will make sure that he understands." She finally replied.

"Alright, well, who is HE and how are we going to do this?" I asked.

She shrugged. We both laughed again. We were like two nerds figuring out how to rob a bank. No idea what to do or where to start.

We left the conversation at that but we kept coming back to it every day or so when one of us had an idea. Most of them were silly and ridiculous. For instance, she invites a friend over to watch a football game even though we both hate football. Maybe she asks a friend over to help fix our sink even though we did have a real sink issue and weren't sure if any of her friends even knew anything about plumbing. Or she asks a friend for a ride home and rewards him for his services. It was all stupid and made us feel like this wasn't actually going to happen.

A few days later, she said "Why not just ask one of them over for dinner? Why does it need to be like some dirty movie?"

"Uhhh sure! Yea, it doesn't need to be a porno story." I said.

I don't know why we were over thinking it. Maybe because we felt that whoever the guy was would need to be tricked into doing this. What I failed to realize is that all any of these guys wanted was to be in the same room with her. Nothing more. The rest would work itself out.

It was settled then and there. We would invite one of her friends from work over for dinner and once he was over, she'd work her magic while I watched. Now, we needed to find the mark.

Anita had suggested that we invite a different guy over, not John. She wanted to try someone different and felt that several other men at the office had been even more forward than John was with their attempts to woo her.

***

Mike, a stereotypical muscly bone head, was actually the department IT nerd. She met Mike her first day when he came to her desk to setup her computer. She said that day, he hovered over her shoulder nearly the entire morning while he was training her on how to use some complex program. Since that was her first day there, she was most concerned with learning their computer system and didn't notice until the end of the day that her lacy bra was easily seen by anyone who was standing over her. Being so short at 5'3", most people stood over her.

She believed Mike was a boob guy. She caught Mike staring at her breasts every single time he came to her desk.

Anita does not have outrageously large tits. She's petite and her breasts are almost proportionate to her size. They are a little bit on the bigger side than most petite women's are though. A heavy handful I'd say. Definitely more than a mouthful.

Each day that she caught Mike staring at her tits, she became more daring with her attempts to tease him.

A week ago, Mike had come to her desk as usual to update her computer. She took this opportunity to let him sit in her chair instead while she stood to his side. She described Mike as being very tall so when he sat in her chair, he was only a few inches shorter than her.

While he was trying to explain something on her monitor, she leaned forward in front of him as if to clarify which icon he was referencing. She handed her creamy, pale tits on a silver platter for him. She had purposely undone the last button of her tight blouse, exposing her lacy bra. Her breasts were pouring out for him. He didn't speak a word and sat silently for a second.

He leaned forward in tandem with her, acting like he was confirming her question. When he did this, his face fell right into her cleavage. She felt his scruffy facial hair brush against her tits.

His attempt to be subtle was not so since she told me that she felt something warm and wet graze one of her boobs. She wasn't sure but it was either his lips or his tongue that had assaulted her helpless breasts.

She said that she could feel his deep breaths on her chest. This gave her goosebumps which he noticed and had no issue pointing out. She laughed flirtatiously and apologized for putting her boobs in his face but his reply was "Oh let me tell you, if I was your husband, I'd have those for dinner every day."

Mike was one of the few men who had ever touched my wife's body like this. She loved it of course. However, he wasn't the best candidate for our experiment. She thought we would have better results from someone else.

***

Chris, the flashy ladies man, was a hugger. He worked on a different floor but repeatedly used any excuse to visit her. She didn't see him every day or even every other day but each time that she did see him, he hugged her as if he had not seen her in a while.

Anita was not a touchy-feely kinda person. She liked her personal space. As soon as she gained popularity at work for being the hot, new girl, her inhibitions disappeared. She didn't mind hugging all the men who stretched their arms out to her. She knew why they wanted a hug. They just wanted to feel her body.

I couldn't blame them. Her outfits had become very fashionable and flirty but still classy.

One day that Chris had run into her in the elevator, she just so happened to be wearing a very thin dress with a swooping neckline. The dress hugged her hips and ended at her mid thigh.

She was already in the elevator by herself when the doors opened up. They were both going up to their respective floors so Chris took longer than normal wrapping arms around her.

He reached out to hug her and she accepted. She was standing on the tips of her heels just to be able to reach her arms around his neck.

Even though she accepted other men's hugs, she still only gave them the slightly, awkward "butt-out" hug.

He didn't settle for that this time. He wrapped his big arms around her waist and pulled her close. She said that her heels almost dragged on the floor when he had pulled her to him. He had such a grip on her that she couldn't protest even if she wanted to.

She told me that his face was almost buried in her neck. She could hear him breathing nearly in her ear. She felt his hot breath against her neck. This was a ticklish spot for her so she reacted by tensing up and giggling.

He let out a small chuckle too but as he did, he pulled her against him even tighter. She said that it was then that she could feel a rather long and fat object pressing into her stomach.

She knew what it was. She could feel his dick being pushed against her purposely. He groaned in her ear and said how good she smelled. I think his groan was not due to her smell but how she felt against his dick.

The elevator was slowing down as they came up to her floor. She tried to warn him that the doors would be opening soon but his grasp didn't loosen. She warned him a second time right before the door had opened. The door opened and he released her but not before his hand fell to her ass and ruthlessly grabbed her cheek.

She was appalled by how brazen he acted when no one was around and wondered what would've happened if they weren't on an elevator.

She liked the way he manhandled her but she was worried that he may not act this way in front of me. She didn't think he was a good candidate.

Her third recommendation wasn't actually as forward as the previous two. He was mild mannered in comparison.

***

Tim was her determined, go-getter supervisor. He was her team lead who had been giving her special treatment and was not afraid to let everyone know how much he appreciated her. She described Tim as a very tall and somewhat fit sort of guy who liked the power he had over people. He seemed to be kind of an asshole but she couldn't notice. She was too preoccupied with his advances. She had told me a few stories about him but he stood out for a specific reason. Apparently, he had complimented her legs and feet on several occasions. He also went so far as to offer her a foot massage and leg rub one day at his cubicle.

On this day, most of the office had gone out to lunch together for someone's "going away" party. He purposely asked her to have a meeting with him during their normal lunch time. He had to talk to her about "working her way up the corporate ladder".

During their "meeting", he had initially started the conversation by congratulating her on working so hard but their talk had wandered to how she needed to reward herself by relaxing every now and then.

I don't doubt that the word got round about the after hours foot sex that she and John had. I say this because I found it odd that Tim had asked her to sit on his desk, just as she did at John's that evening. Of course she did as she was told because this was her supervisor but she didn't plan on foot fucking him in the middle of the day at work.

When she sat on his desk, he scooted closer to her and placed his hand on her knee. She said that he began to caress her leg. He gently slide his hand back and forth across her silky leg towards the inside of her lower thigh, attempting to spread her legs. She held her knees together and didn't let him have his way so he directed his attention elsewhere. The entire time, he was still trying to lecture her on why she needed to take a break from working so hard.

He said he was going to massage her feet and without warning, removed her blue suede pump from her nude pantyhosed foot. She was shocked that he was so brazen and asked him to put her shoe back on. He did so but not before having a few strokes of his hands up and down her feet and calves. She had noticed that he held her leg like I did. He held onto it like a man who loves a pair of stockings. His playful fingers had run up and down the backseam of her hose.