Yes, but not willingly

She stared at her phone for a solid ten seconds. She'd already decided to not answer, but couldn't bring herself to decline the call directly, leaving her with the only option of letting it ring.
Just before the last ring however Minh's finger moved across the screen to accept the call. It was definitely not something she wanted to do, but much like the lunch there was some **** driving her to please others, especially her boss. It certainly could upset him if she didn't answer his call, so what other choice did she have? This level of rationalization never occurred however as Minh was instantly thrown into the phone call when she hit the green button.

"Hello you vixen, didn't think you'd answer me there for a sec".

"Sorry stud, I had to finish up something real quick so I could give you my undivided attention" she answered with a breathy voice.

Why had she talked like that? Her voice oozed of sex. She never spoke like this? Not even to her husband! And DEFINITELY not on the phone.
There was a slight pause before Harry spoke up

"Glad to hear it. Where are you right now?" he asked with an increasingly assertive tone

"In my office" Minh answered rather coyly. She still had some control of what she said and did, if she really tried hard.. Or so she thought. "I've got no appointments lined up right now and my assistant knows not to let anyone in" Why had she added that last part?? Why was that relevant to this conversation at all? Minh started to panic.

"Perfect.. Tell me Miss Rose.. What are you wearing right now?" Harry was becoming more bold by the second. What sort of question was that? What an absolute creep. Men like him should be locked away from society Minh thought to herself. Let alone be let into a position of power!

"Less and less" Minh answered back teasingly. Without noticing it she'd began unbuttoning her suit jacket which quickly found itself strewn across her cocobolo desk along with her shirt. Despite her best efforts, Minh was completely incapable of stopping her hands movements as it went to unbutton her suit pants. It didn't take long for them to be down by her ancles, and then laying still by the wheelbase of her chair.

"I want you to touch yourself" Harry said. Actually, it was more of a command than a request at this point. Why was Minh following along?! Was this the limit of her inhibitions? AND WHY WAS SHE GETTING TURNED ON!? Her fingers quickly found their way back down to her crotch and slid the little fabric that covered her vagina aside. Her right hand's middle and ring finger easily slid inside her slit as her breathing began to speed up. While she fingerfucked herself silly with her right hand, her left hand put the phone down for just a moment to connect her handsfree device. This left her left hand free to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. Minh let out soft moans as she went on, taking what could only be described as masturbation instructions from Harry.

On the other side of the line Harry sat in his home office jerking it to some rather lewd pictures he'd received from Minh right after she got her promotion. This was all unknown to Minh, who could only recollect the past day of her current life. Hell, this situation barely made sense to her at all. Why was she fingering herself at work whilst talking to anyone? Especially her boss! She'd never done anything remotely similar with her husband. Yet here she was, getting closer to climax by the second as her now three middle most fingers pounded away in her twat.

Was this phone sex? As in sex with another man than her husband? Was this by definition cheating then?? Minh felt as though she would throw up right then and there. She'd never been unfaithful, not even entertained the thought. Sure she'd been cold and dismissive, but she'd never cheat. NEVER. Still, here she was. That app sure had done a number on her already, and to think this was just after two rounds. The thought of what was to come sent a chill way down her spine. Just as it reached her core her crotch tensed up and she came hard. Really hard. Like the hardest she could ever remember coming. On the other end of the call she heard Harry's breathing tense up as well, nearly in unison with her own climax. He'd been jerking it off all along she figured, finally realizing that they had in fact been mutually masturbating on the phone. Fuck.

"Did you come for me, miss Rose?" Harry really seemed to have enjoyed this. God she hated that piece of shit, hadn't it been for this curse or whatever she'd had him reported to the police yesterday.

"Me come for you looooong time" .... ........ ..........WHAT!? Why had she talked like that? That" engrish", her whole body tensed up as she cringed from what she'd just said. Not even her mom had an accent! As if on queue, her question was answered when Harry spoke up.

"You know it gets me going when you do that accent! So hot.. Anyways, that was great, don't hesitate to let me know if you want to do the real thing for once.." Harry ended the call there, not even slightly interested in hearing her reply. At least she could rest easy and enjoy the afterglow knowing that she hadn't had proper sex with Harry yet. This could surely be avoided from happening again, and then all would be fine she thought. "I just have to block his number" she muttered to herself as she brought her phone up to her face. She hovered the contact which read "Harry <3". Yuck. What was she, sixteen? Anyways, her finger hovered over the block contact button. But no matter how hard she tried she kept missing it. Her body simply would not let her block him.

"GAH THIS IS SO DUMB" She thought to herself. If there was a silver lining to any of this it sure was hard to spot. Maybe she could use the app to somewhat reverse what was happening. But that all depended completely on what options she got. The rest of her day was going to be nerve wracking as she went about things, waiting for the clock to strike midnight.

The day was nearly over and Minh sat curled up on the couch in the living room. Her husband had long since gone to bed, which was ideal. Having him awake and with her would make it difficult to use the app. She sat with the app open, refreshing it non stop until the clock on her phone finally read 00:00. Immediately the list of yesterday was replaced with a new set of options. None of which seemed to be capable of reverting her already despairing situation.