The next day

The next day start out as normal day for Leslie her morning went by fast at her work. She passed Ben in the hallway and he winked at her as he passed by it made feel like a teenager in high school. She went to lunch with few of the girls that worked in the office.

They gossip about the office and Ben their boss how he’s fucking someone in the office. Jane said it’s was probably that young redhead intern that was working in the office for the summer. Sue said she thought it was that big titty April from the mailroom. Leslie thought if they only knew that it was her that fucked their boss in his office twice.

After lunch Leslie returned to her desk and her phone buzzed its was text from Craig as opened the text it was a picture of some woman on her knees giving a blow job it look like Craig’s office in the background. Leslie eyes lit up she knew that cock the woman was sucking that was her husband’s cock she would know it anywhere.

Leslie’s fingers trembled as she zoomed in on the photo, her stomach twisting at the familiar vein running along the length of his cock—the same one she’d traced with her tongue just last night. The woman’s red lipstick smeared around the base, her manicured fingers gripping his thighs. A choked gasp escaped Leslie’s lips as she noticed the timestamp: 1:05 PM—five minutes ago. Her pulse roared in her ears. The phone buzzed again—another text, this time a video. She hesitated, thumb hovering, then tapped play.

Leslie’s breath hitched as the video loaded—it’s Craig’s redheaded secretary, her tits slick with spit, pressed Craig’s cock between them, her nipples brushing the swollen head with every slow, deliberate roll. The camera angle shifted, capturing the girl’s smirk as she glanced up at Craig’s face—his lips parted, his fingers tangled in her hair. A moan crackled through Leslie’s phone speakers, raw and unmistakably her husband’s. Her nails dug into her desk as the timestamp flashed again: 1:07 PM. The office chatter around her blurred into white noise. Another buzz—Craig’s name, followed by three words: "Miss you, baby."

Leslie’s breath came faster as heat coiled low in her stomach. She clenched her thighs together under the desk, her pulse throbbing between them. With shaking fingers, she typed back: "Who is she?" The reply came instantly—a close-up of the secretary’s pouty lips stretched around Craig’s cock, her tongue swirling just below the head. "Just a coworker," the text read, followed by a winking emoji. Leslie’s teeth sank into her lower lip as her phone buzzed again—another video. This time, the redhead was bent over Craig’s desk, her skirt hiked up, his handprints already blooming red across her ass.

Leslie’s fingers flew across her phone screen, her pulse hammering as she typed: "Make her beg for it."

The reply came instantly—a video of Craig gripping the redhead’s hair, forcing her head back as he dragged his cock over her tongue. The girl’s mascara was smudged, her lips parted in a whimper. "Like this?" Craig’s voice growled off-camera, followed by the sharp slap of his hand across her cheek. The secretary moaned, her nails scraping his thighs as she gasped, "Please—fuck my mouth, sir."

Leslie’s breath hitched.

Leslie’s breath came in shallow gasps as her fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt. The video played on—Craig’s thick cock plunging between the secretary’s glossy lips, her throat bulging with each thrust. Leslie’s panties were already damp as her middle finger circled her clit through the lace, her hips lifting slightly off her chair. The office around her blurred—Sue’s laughter, the clatter of keyboards, the hum of the copier—all drowned out by the wet, rhythmic sounds from her phone.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan as her fingers dipped lower, sliding beneath the soaked fabric.

Leslie’s phone buzzed again—another text from Craig. This time, it was a close-up of the redhead’s mouth stretched wide, her tongue flattened beneath his shaft as drool dripped down her chin. The caption read: "Tell me what you want to see next."

Leslie’s fingers flew across her phone screen, her pulse hammering as she typed: "Bend her over and spank her ass for me."

The reply came instantly—a new video loading with shaky anticipation. The redhead was already bent across Craig’s desk, her skirt shoved up to her waist, lace panties stretched taut over her round cheeks. Craig’s palm came down hard in the first sharp crack, making her gasp. The second spank left a pink flush blooming across her skin, her hips jerking forward with the impact.

Leslie’s breath hitched as the video played—Craig’s handprint darkening on the secretary’s plump ass, her whimpers turning to breathless moans. "Please, sir," the redhead gasped, arching her back, her fingers clawing at the desk. "Fuck me—I need it!" Craig’s chuckle rumbled through the phone as he gripped her hips, the thick head of his cock nudging against her soaked panties. Leslie’s fingers pressed harder against her clit, her own arousal dripping as she watched the fabric stretch, then snap aside with a rough tug.

Leslie’s breath caught as the video showed Craig’s fingers hooking into the redhead’s soaked panties, peeling them down her thighs in one slow, deliberate motion. The lace clung to her damp skin for a second before snapping free, revealing her flushed, glistening pussy. Leslie’s fingers moved faster under her desk, her middle finger pressing hard against her swollen clit through the wet lace of her own panties. She bit back a whimper as she watched Craig drag the tip of his cock through the secretary’s slick folds, the girl’s hips bucking toward him with a **** whine.

Leslie’s breath hitched as the video focused on the redhead’s swollen clit, glistening and protruding between her slick folds as Craig dragged his thick cock along her slit. The secretary’s thighs trembled, her high heels digging into the carpet as she whimpered, “Oh god, please—” Leslie’s own fingers moved faster, her clit throbbing beneath her touch as she bit her lip to stifle another moan. A soft whine escaped anyway when Craig’s thumb circled the redhead’s clit, his other hand gripping the base of his cock as he rubbed the swollen head against her entrance.

Leslie’s fingers trembled as she typed, her thighs squeezing around her own hand as she sent the text: "Fuck her. Fuck her hard with that fat cock."

The video stuttered for a heartbeat before Craig’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The redhead’s choked scream echoed through the speakers, her nails scraping the desk as her back arched, her ass jiggling with the **** of his strokes. Leslie’s breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers working her clit in tight, frantic circles—matching the rhythm of Craig’s punishing pace.

The redhead’s moans pitched higher, her body tightening around Craig’s cock as she gasped, “Oh god—I’m gonna cum on your cock!” Leslie’s fingers dug into her own thigh as she watched the secretary’s pussy flutter around Craig’s thick shaft, her slick walls pulsing in ****, rhythmic clenches.

Leslie’s phone screen blurred slightly as she typed with trembling fingers: "Cum inside her pussy. Fill her full." Craig’s ragged groan vibrated through the video as his thrusts turned erratic, his hips stuttering.

Leslie’s pulse hammered in her ears as Craig’s reply flashed on the screen: "But she’s not on any birth control, my dear." The words sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs—her fingers circling faster, her hips lifting off the chair as her clit throbbed under her touch. The video shuddered with each of Craig’s ragged thrusts, the redhead’s moans breaking into sobs as she clenched around him.

"Do it," Leslie typed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Do it.

Craig’s groan tore through the speakers as his grip tightened on the redhead’s hips, his fingers digging into her plush flesh before his palm cracked down hard against her ass.

The redhead’s breath hitched as Craig’s hips slammed into her one final time, his voice rough with restraint breaking as he growled, “I’m going to cum inside you—fill you full—” Her thighs quivered, her painted nails clawing at the desk as she sobbed, “Y-yes! Oh god—what? No, I’m not on—!” Her protest dissolved into a shattered moan as his cock twitched deep inside her, thick pulses of cum flooding her unprotected pussy in hot, possessive spurts.

The redhead’s body locked around Craig’s cock as his cum flooded her, her thighs quaking violently as her orgasm ripped through her—her pussy clamping down in ****, rhythmic spasms, milking him deeper. A broken scream tore from her throat, her back arching off the desk as her heels slipped against the carpet, her entire body trembling under the **** of her climax.

Leslie’s fingers blurred between her own thighs, her clit swollen and aching under her touch as she watched the redhead’s pussy greedily swallow every last pulse of Craig’s release.

Leslie’s body seized the moment Craig’s cum spilled inside the redhead’s swollen pussy lips, her own climax crashing through her in hot, pulsing waves. A choked gasp tore from her throat as her fingers pressed harder, her thighs clamping around her hand as pleasure burned through her—sharp and electric. She bit down on her lower lip to muffle the whimpers threatening to escape, but a ****, shuddering moan slipped free as her clit throbbed beneath her touch, each flick sending another shock of white-hot pleasure through her.

Leslie’s phone screen glistened with sweat from her trembling fingers as the video zoomed in—Craig’s cock sliding free from the redhead’s swollen pussy with a lewd, wet pop, thick strands of cum already oozing down her inner thighs. The redhead whimpered, her body still twitching from the **** of her climax, her pussy lips glistening and parted as Craig’s seed dripped onto the office carpet in heavy, white drops.

Leslie’s breath hitched as the next image loaded—Craig’s cock glistening, slick with the redhead’s arousal and his own cum, the flushed head still swollen from his climax. The accompanying text burned across the screen: "This is for you. I’ll see you tonight at home."

Her thighs clenched around nothing as she stared, her own wetness smearing against the chair beneath her. The video hadn’t ended—the redhead’s shaky whimpers filled the speakers as Craig dragged his thumb through the mess between her thighs, collecting their mixed fluids before bringing it to the camera with a dark chuckle.

Leslie’s breath was still ragged as she straightened in her chair, her thighs slick against the leather as she shifted. The clock on her screen taunted her—4:47 PM. Thirteen minutes. Thirteen fucking minutes until she could bolt from her desk, drive home, and have Craig’s cum-stained hands all over her.

Her fingers trembled as she minimized the video, but the redhead’s whimpers still echoed in her skull—the way her pussy had fluttered around Craig’s cock, the thick spill of his cum dripping down her thighs. Leslie’s own clit throbbed in sympathy, still oversensitive from her climax.