Welcome to part four of this ongoing series. As promised, we are going to get back to the group sex motif. Any similarities to any persons, places, events, or anything you make have ever heard or imagined before is a complete accident.
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It was quickly becoming the slowest week of my life.
Everybody knows where I'm coming from, I'm sure. You have a full week of work or school to suffer through, knowing that you have something great planned for the weekend, and the anticipation is causing every dull moment of the week to drag. You are always looking at the clock, thinking 'is this day over yet?' Is it Friday yet? Yeah, that was my week.
It didn't help that it was a particularly crazy week. It was just after tax season and it seemed that all of my middle-aged clients wanted to go over their post-tax finances and determine whether or not they were contributing enough to their retirement accounts, etc. Usually I got a kick out of it. Maybe it was the voyeur in me. I enjoyed the glimpses into the private lives of other people that my job gave me. Sometimes we would go over expenses and uncover some interesting facts. For instance, once I was working with one couple who had spent an enormous amount of money on a trip to Europe. I pressed them about what could have possibly cost them that much. They finally relented. In Amsterdam, they said, they paid for a private sex show. It cost over two thousand dollars. It was totally worth it, the husband said with a smile. The wife blushed. In the end, I was probably more embarrassed to hear it than they were to admit to it, but I did go home and fuck Lisa silly that night. I just didn't tell her what got me so turned on.
Anyway, where was I? Tuesday? Ugh, still Tuesday? Well, one thing about that day was that I got my first taste of what all of the crazy kids out there call 'sexting.' I was working at my desk Tuesday afternoon when my trusty iPhone buzzed. I was in the middle of something so I couldn't look right away, but when I had a break I pulled my phone out of my shirt pocket and took a look. I missed a text from Emily. She probably had something to say about the ballgame that night, I thought. We always talked about the starting pitchers and matchups before games. I flipped open my messages... and was greeted by a close-up photo of a pussy. I felt my jaw go slack, and my slacks get tingly. I furtively glanced around. Nobody was around me. The pussy was shaved, so I quickly guessed that it was Emily's. It was open and inviting, the lips engorged, the slickness evident even on that small screen. Emily's text was 'thinking about you. Go Cards!' I chuckled, trying to make it look like I was just reading a funny text and not staring at my friend's vagina. But, what do I do? Do I answer her? Do I reciprocate? I was hard as a rock. I furtively glanced around. Nobody was paying any attention to me. I stood up and began to weave my way through the desks to the bathroom, trying to act nonchalant, and not draw any attention to my hard cock which was probably tenting out my suit slacks. I was relieved when I made it to the bathroom without having to make eye contact with anyone. It was your typical office men's room, with two urinals and three enclosed toilets. I peeked under the stalls. I was alone. I went into the nearest stall and shut the door. I flicked open my phone again and stared at Emily's pussy for several seconds. I took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? I stashed the phone back into my pocket and undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and let them fall to the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and I took another deep breath. I could feel my heart pounding. I could see why people got a thrill out of this. What a rush! I pulled my boxers down and my erection popped free, all seven inches of rigid manhood. I pulled my phone out again and flipped to the camera setting. I had never taken a picture of my penis before. What were the guidelines for a good cock selfie anyway? What was the best view? I found myself experimenting with different angles. How much thought are you supposed to put into these anyway? Finally I just decided to snap a 'head-on' photo. The sound of my camera snapping the photo echoed unexpectedly loudly in the cramped stall and I jumped. Thank goodness nobody else had come into the bathroom. I looked at my handiwork. The big purple head was in the forefront, the contours of my circumcised penis clearly visible. The hole was open. From the angle you could kind of see my shaft behind it, and my hairy groin. I shrugged. I had seen lots of porn over the years, but I was 100% heterosexual and never spent any time looking at pictures of dicks, and as a result the art of taking a good dick selfie was lost on me. This would have to do, I decided. I stared at my cock for a few seconds. When it was this hard and Lisa wasn't around, usually I would just grab it and beat off, but I never jerked off at work before. No, I couldn't do it there, I finally decided, pulling up my boxers and my slacks. My erection will go away on its own, eventually. Before I left the stall I replied to Emily, texting 'thinking of you too. Go Cards!' and attaching the picture. I took one last deep breath, knowing that I was crossing yet another line, and hit send. The self-flushing toilet went off at that moment and I nearly dropped my phone, but I recovered and went to wash up like I was just doing what most people do in the bathroom.
My phone buzzed again almost as soon as I sat back down at my desk (I keep it on vibrate when I'm working.) I glanced around again, trying not to look as guilty as I felt. This time Emily texted me a photo of just her mouth, wide open and shaped like an 'O' and underneath she texted 'put it right here.' A moment later she added 'btw you just made me wet :-O' I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my erection raging and tingling anew. So much for it going away.
The day continued on pretty much like that. In between tasks Emily and I traded texts. There were no more pictures but plenty of sexual innuendo. Finally five o'clock rolled around. Unfortunately while everyone else was packing up to go home, I had another evening meeting. Worse yet, this one was a 'house call' with an elderly couple with a lot of cats and hearing aides that weren't always turned up as high as they should be. I always left there exhausted, annoyed and reeking of kitty litter. Any sexual energy I had built up during the day had drained right out of me. I staggered into the house after 8pm and ate the lukewarm fast food that Lisa had left on the kitchen table. She was already into her evening routine, preparing for the next day. There was no sexy lingerie in sight. We exchanged a little small talk and then I left her to go watch the Cards game in my recliner. I probably made it to about 9:30 before I fell asleep, waking up sometime after midnight. I turned off the TV and staggered into bed, falling back to sleep within minutes.
I was wide awake at 5am, though. Here was where I usually snuck out of bed to watch porn. Do I really need to? I thought to myself as I lay there in bed. Lisa was still sound asleep beside me, snoring softly. I thought about waking her. No, that never went well. Lisa wasn't a morning person, and morning sex wasn't her thing. I thought about Emily, the sext of her pussy in my mind's eye making me hard again. Well now I had to do... something. With a groan I rolled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom, my erection leading the way. I turned on the shower and pulled down my boxers. I stared at my erection; letting mental flashes of the events of the last few days stoke my libido. The mud fight, the shower sex, the threesome, the food fight, the blow jobs from Emily, Lisa in that lingerie, the sexting. I took myself in my hand and started stroking, letting my mind wander from one sexual image to the next. It only took me a few minutes to bring myself to an explosive orgasm, shooting glob after glob of clear white fluid into the toilet. I groaned as I stroked myself as fast as my hand could go. I had to reach out with my free hand to steady myself on the countertop. Finally the spasms stopped, and I let go of myself, idly studying the glob of cum that dribbled onto the knuckle of my pointer finger. I took some toilet paper and cleaned off my finger, then the cum that was still dribbling off the tip of my penis. Finally, I cleaned up any cum that was stubbornly sticking to the bowl. I flushed the toilet, watching to make sure any evidence of what I did was gone. Even now, with my suddenly sexually liberated wife, I didn't need her coming into the bathroom and seeing traces of my cum in the toilet and knowing that I jerked off.
Wednesday and Thursday were almost carbon copies of Tuesday. There was a little sexting, an evening meeting with a client, a lukewarm dinner, and ending with falling asleep in front of the ballgame. Because of my ongoing sexually charged conversation with Emily, I was in a constant state of arousal. I hadn't been like that since Lisa and I first got together in the dorm over ten years ago. Back then we spent almost every free moment together, talking, kissing, cuddling, exploring each other. Lisa and I waited almost two months to have sex with each other. I know now that it was because Lisa was struggling with her sexuality, but I can't remember how I held out that long.
While I was home I saw very little of Lisa. She was hiding out in the bedrooms most of the time I was home. It wasn't unusual before, but I thought we had turned over a new leaf. I wondered what she was up to, or if we were just falling back into the same routines. I was focused on the weekend anyway. Emily and I had decided that we'd go out to dinner right after work Friday night before we came back to the house and... did whatever came naturally.
I was in my recliner Friday morning in my underwear with my bowl of Cheerios, as usual. Lisa was passing me by on her way out the door. "I'll meet you at Longhorn's after work, okay?" She said.
I jumped. I never told Lisa our plans! How did she know? "Oh my God, did I forget to tell you?" I said.
"It's okay, Emily texted me," Lisa said, and she smiled at me enigmatically. That was odd. What was she hiding? She turned and walked out the door, leaving me to wonder.
Friday was blissfully quiet compared to the rest of the week. I just had to catch up on all of the paperwork that had piled up, especially after meeting with all of those clients and changing their investment strategies. I even found time to make a few calls to other clients, you know, to try to drum up more business. A salesman's work is never done.
Around lunchtime my phone buzzed. It was a text from Emily. She texted me 'so excited about tonight' and attached a close-up of one of her nipples, hard and puckered. I laughed, but how do I respond? Another dick selfie seemed redundant. I surreptitiously snapped a picture of my tongue sticking out and texted it to her without comment. Emily's response was 'I have plans for that.' I glanced at the clock again. 5pm couldn't come fast enough.
The end of the day finally arrived and for once I was out the door with the rest of the office. I made it to Longhorn's in record time and found Lisa waiting for me, dressed in the same white blouse and long skirt she was wearing that morning. Emily arrived a few minutes later, dressed in a tight white blouse and gray slacks.
At dinner I was struck by the change in attitude between Lisa and Emily. Since Emily was my best friend we had all gone out to dinner together many, many times before. For the most part those social outings were dominated by me and Emily, and Lisa sort of kept to herself, shut out of our conversations about sports, or our reminiscences about our teenaged experiences. Tonight, however, Lisa was very involved in the conversation with Emily. I wondered yet again what had happened between the two of them that past Sunday when I was gone.
