Sorry! I am way behind on the updates. These are the events that happened on Monday morning a couple of weeks ago.
This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 4 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w8w7c8/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_conversation/)
**Part 5 is below**
I woke up with a start the next morning with a bad headache. I immediately knew it was way past my usual wake up time based on how bright it was outside. I reached out for my phone and tried to focus on the screen and saw it was past 8:00 AM on a Monday and started panicking.
*”Oh shit, I am going to be extremely late for my meetings”*.
As I was trying to get up, I noticed a text from an unknown number.
*”Hi, This is Eric here. I will not be able to come into work today. My early morning flight got canceled and the airlines have rebooked me on an afternoon flight. I will try to catch up on any work later in the evening. Apologies for texting you on your personal number. I would have e-mailed, but I’m having issues getting the laptop to connect to the airport WIFI.”*
Eric had gone to visit his parents over the weekend. I saved his number into my contacts and I was wondering how he got hold of my personal number. I then remembered that I had given it to him on his first day in case he had to contact me urgently. My panic faded and I relaxed as my morning had just become free and Eric not coming in to work meant I had zero incentive to go into work as well.
I lifted the blanket and looked down at myself and realized I was completely naked except for my lacy G-string. I checked out my face on the phone camera and it was a complete mess with the makeup and lipstick streaked everywhere. Some of the eyeliner had run down my face and there were white flaky blotches on my forehead and my chin.
Some of the memories of the events from the previous night came flooding back.
The first memory that flashed through my brain was remembering my hubby kissing me passionately in a dominant manner after I told him how I had been naughty at work and had partially exposed myself to Eric. That thought of his hot lips kissing me was enough to get my senses tingling.
I then recalled my body uncontrollably orgasming when I imagined being on my knees in front of Eric after my hubby asked me that question holding me tight on the dance floor. I was getting very aroused and quite wet.
Next I remembered the stranger at the bar licking his lips after my hubby pushed my top to one side and exposed my entire boob to him. I became wetter and you could see a spot forming on my G-string.
The next thought that flooded my brain was my hubby dominantly calling me a slut as he extracted the truth out of me. My twisted brain actually loved him calling me a slut and it triggered another round of wetness.
I remembered his guttural growls as he face fucked me hard in the men’s room toilet and then shot his load all over my face. That explained all the white flakes on my face which was his dried up jizz. This was enough to make me sopping wet and super horny and needed a release.
I looked over to my hubby who was sleeping very soundly next to me. I did not want to wake him up from his deep sleep, so I reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out the small rabbit vibrator which had seen very sparse usage over the years. I pushed the button and nothing happened. I cursed my luck when I saw it was missing batteries. *”Not my day”* I thought and just as I was about to put it away, my eyes fell on the small flashlight next to the bed. I opened it and saw it used the same size batteries. Voila! The rabbit came alive. I slipped off my panties and slowly inserted the rabbit inside me and turned it on. I increased the intensity to about half way. I was so focused on the pleasure that it was delivering and even moaning ever so slightly that I was oblivious to how loud it was. The vibrating noise was enough to wake up my husband from his sleep. He got up and looked over at me. I froze and flushed red with embarrassment when he saw me moaning with that vibrator inside me. I had only very rarely used that vibrator and always in private, not even in front of my hubby. I tried to turn it off, when he said
*”Aren’t you are full of surprises this week. Don’t stop. I want to watch.”*
He then positioned himself on the bed between my legs where he could get a good view. I was embarrassed but also very horny and I needed the release. So I tentatively turned it back on and steadily increased the intensity to the maximum. My whole body felt alive and by now I had worked up a good sweat which bathed my entire body in a light sheen. I was shaking and tightly clutching the pillow under my head with my free hand and my face was clenched with pleasure as I was getting ever so closer to the edge. My hubby then reached over and pushed the vibrator a little deeper into me as he came up and softly whispered into my ear
***”You are thinking about Eric now, aren’t you?”***
My mind was kind of blank and I honestly was not thinking of him, but my hubby saying it made me vividly visualize the sight of Eric pounding away at my petite body. It was enough to push me over the edge and I screamed loudly and my whole body shuddered and shook violently through a long deep orgasm which seemed to go on forever. My hips were wildly bucking off the bed as it pushed that invading rabbit out of me. The black rabbit vibrator had almost turned white covered by my [grool](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Grool).
I finally came down from the mind blowing orgasm and before I could refute his last statement, my hubby roughly hauled me to my knees. I immediately knew what he wanted. I took his hard dick into my mouth and started sucking. I could see him trying to control and make himself last longer. He let me control the pace, so I licked, drooled and slurped noisily on his dick just the way he likes it. In a couple of minutes though, I could sense he was getting close. He pushed me down on the bed and stuffed my still throbbing pussy and shot his load inside me.
As we were laying on the bed the excitement wore off and I was now filled with a confusing array of questions.
*Where was this passionate and dominant person hiding in my husband all these years?*
*Why did he only come out after I confessed to all the naughty things I had done with another guy?*
*Was it some kind of competitive streak in my hubby or does the thought of me with another guy turn him on?*
*What did my husband imply by many of the statements related to Eric and me?*
*Does the lack of anger in his tone and actions mean anything at all? Does it mean I can take this thing with Eric further?*
*What is with the dirty dancing and getting exposed to strangers. Why did I feel excited instead of embarrassed?*
*What is up with my mind and body reacting so uncontrollably whenever he mentions Eric’s name?*
Oh, how the tables have turned. Now I was the one with all the questions and with no good answers and in fact no easy way to even ask these questions. God, I wish we were like other couples where it is easy to talk about these things and explore our fantasies and boundaries.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wavvi2/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_morning_after