In the office building where my wife and I work, there is a two stall unisex restroom located at the end of the room where the elevators are located on the ground floor.
Sometimes I go there to masturbate in the middle the day. In the five years that I have worked in the building, I have never known anyone else using this out of the way restroom.
My wife and I work at different companies, and work slightly different hours. She goes into work 2 hours later than me, and has the weekends off. I have Sunday and Monday off. Today is Wednesday.
I'm sitting there, cock in one hand, my phone in the other looking at a picture of my hot naked wife sitting on our kitchen chair. The foot with the anklet that I bought her for her birthday up on the chair with her. With her very wet vagina, dripping next to it, she seeming is looking right into my eyes. My cock is almost ready to explode just looking at her.
Suddenly, I hear the restroom door burst open and two voices come giggling in. I hear the outer door lock, Then the sound of kissing. At the stall next to me, a woman wearing pretty high heals enters. Stepping out of her panties, I see her bare butt appear as she squats down between her heals. I hear her say, "Come here". A man stops in front of her, I hear his zipper being lowered, some clothing rustling, then a mans voice drawing in a big breath of air and muttering, "Oh god".
With the sound of wet sucking, I switched my phone over to video, hoping to get a look at this woman's pussy. And there it was. Gruel already in a long streamer, almost to the floor. This woman was very turned on by sucking this mans cock. I decided to get a good look at her ass too, before trying to edge my phone over under the partition to watch her suck cock, without getting caught.
Her ass looked awesome as I panned around it to see the far side. As her other shoe came into view, I was temporarily shocked. This woman was wearing the exact anklet that my wife wore. Her twin butt cheeks were right there, just below the metal partition, almost touching it. I could have easily reached over and touched her asshole. Instead I slowly inched my phone between her legs until I could see past her breasts to the cock in her mouth. The sight was breathtaking. Extremely sexually exciting. My wife was easily taking all of him in, pressing her lips against his short pubic hair. From my position, I could easily see her throat change shape each time he thrust into her mouth. I could feel her gruel against my wrist as she said, "Baby, you gotta fuck me now", and she stood up, almost knocking the phone out of my hand. she quickly turned around, and I watched him fuck her hard for about a minute and cum deeply inside of her. Pulling out, he wiped himself first on her right ass cheek, then pulled her skirt down so he could finish wiping himself off on the inside of it. Then he simply zipped himself up, and walked out the door.
I thought my wife would sit on the toilet and push his sperm out of her. But no, she just put her panties back on, fixed her skirt, washed her hands and made sure her face was clean before walking out of the room with a big smile on her face.
I quickly made sure none of my cum had splashed my pants or shoes, washed up and headed to the elevators to go back to work. Looking at my watch, I decided to stop at my wife's floor, just to say hi. She looked and acted completely normal and was happy to see me. Not like a woman sitting there as another mans sperm was leaking onto her panties.
My wife was pleasantly surprised to see me. I don't often stop by to say hi. On a whim, I asked her if she would mind if I stayed late at the office this week for a few hours to catch up on some work. She asked how many hours that I am backed up. I told her 4 or 5 maybe, but I can just take an extra 20 minutes here and there, skipping lunches, like I always do. She said, "No, no, you just take all the time that you need. I can go out to eat dinner or something while I wait. Do you want to stay late tonight?" I told her yes, that is a good idea. And thank you for being so considerate. She said, "You are welcome sweetheart. If you will just please call me right before you leave the office, I can have dinner ready for you when you get home."
Throughout this conversation, my phone was laying next to hers, transferring her calls and texts over and turning back on phone tracking. obviously this wasn't her first time with this man. And now I had a strong suspicion that as soon as I left her office, she was going to call or text him and let him know that I was going to be home late.
