That morning my wife had looked incredibly sexy. Her 36c breasts were tightly hugged by the fabric of the thin summer dress she wore. Her outfit was completed with a pair of stilettos that presented her as most mens’ dream.
She complained that I smudged her lipstick with a sloppy kiss as she left for work. I couldn’t help myself and couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was always telling me that the guys she works with are giving her compliments on her outfits and looks without crossing the ‘flirting’ threshold. Possibly because she holds a very senior role in the company. The thought of her walking the floors of her office in the outfit she was wearing was making me so turned on – I was certain there would be many amorous glances and even day-dreaming fantasies about her.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her and ended up requesting a video call. She was in her office, and was smirking as I told her I hadn’t been able to take my mind off how hot she looked that morning.
She informed me that she had dressed that way on purpose because she had to run over to the company warehouse later that day, and wanted to give the guys a treat. This made my cock throb even more. I had often fantasized about her getting fucked by other men. Right then I told her how hot this made me feel and dared her to remove her bra and panties. She bent down and then reappeared with her panties in her hand, then she proceeded to toss them over her shoulder. Then she removed her bra.
Next she moved back away from the camera and sat on her office desk with her legs apart. She treated me to the spectacle of her well manicured fingers carefully teasing her clit from her cleanly waxed pussy.
I was looking at her with my mouth agape. She told me that she was also feeling frisky today, and was excited to play the role of an executive exhibitionist in the warehouse. It was always a little on the chilly side inside the warehouse she said, and was sure it would make her nipples erect. I could see that her nipples were already clearly visible from underneath her dress, and could faintly make it the outline of her large areoles.
Before we wrapped up the call she informed me that her pussy had begun to drip and that she was feeling a deep tingling sensation. Then she asked if it would be ok for her to stand at the top of the first flight of stairs upto the warehouse managers office. This would guarantee that any of the workers below could see she wasn’t wearing panties. She confessed that the thought of doing that was causing her to shiver.
I nodded…and drooled.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yrqd5f/f_i_dared_my_wife_to_remove_her_underwear_at_work