It was my husband’s birthday, and I had an entire evening planned out to celebrate. First, dinner at his favorite restaurant, followed by some steamy dancing at a nearby club. Of course, we would eventually end up at home, where I planned to rock his world, giving him some mind-bending sex to complete his birthday celebration.
Since I would not have much time to prepare for our date prior to our dinner reservation, I was already wearing my nicest grey sweater and short black skirt combination, along with a pair of my sexiest black four-inch pumps to work. What really excited me, though, was what else I had on. Underneath, I was wearing a brand-new lingerie set I had recently purchased to surprise and titillate my husband. The set was made from sexy black satin with pretty lace accents along the edges. What made this set even more special was the matching garter belt it included. I had never worn a garter belt before. My husband had asked many times for me to wear one, but I had always refused, stating it was just not my style.
What really surprised me, though, was how turned on it made me feel wearing it. When I had first slid the sheer black stockings up my freshly shaved legs this morning and attached them to the garters, my pussy had actually started to leak a little with my increasing arousal. This evening was going to be so incredibly fun. I could not wait to surprise my husband and finally give him his long-awaited fantasy of seeing his wife wearing a sexy garter belt and stockings.
But first, I had to get through my workday, and that’s where things started to get interesting. As I was walking to the office door from my car, holding all the files I needed to work on that day, a strong gust of wind arose and lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing my stocking tops and garter straps. At that exact same moment, my co-worker, Sam, was heading to the door as well. He got an eyeful of the special lingerie I was wearing underneath my skirt solely for my husband.
Sam and I had always had a fun working relationship, sometimes even a little flirty, but this turn of events really caught me off guard. My face turned red with embarrassment. Making it worse, I saw a small smile cross Sam’s face as he took in the sight of my predicament.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he said as he took the files from my hands and opened the office door for me.
“Thanks, Sam,” I choked out, still extremely embarrassed over what had happened, and especially what Sam had just seen.
“Windy day out there this morning, Mary,” he said, still smiling. “You need to be careful wearing a skirt on a day like this. Although I do have to say, I really enjoyed how you looked in it just now.”
With that, he handed me back my files and headed off to his desk, the smile still plastered on his face.
Well, I had obviously just made Sam’s day. Hell, I had probably just made his entire week. My embarrassment from the incident was starting to wane. I guess it hadn’t really been that bad. It was not like he had seen that much, and it wasn’t like I had flashed Sam on purpose. I actually started smiling to myself at the situation. Even more surprisingly, I started to feel that familiar tingle between my legs again. What was it about wearing a garter belt and stockings that made me constantly feel so naughty and aroused?
The rest of the morning passed as normal. My mind was engrossed in the work I had to complete so I could then finally relax and enjoy the surprises I had in store for my husband’s birthday.
As it was Friday, the office was pretty quiet. Most of the staff was working from home that day due to the company’s flexible work arrangements. There were only four of us in the office that morning: Sam, Barbara, Millie, and me. As we all worked, we spoke about the upcoming weekend and the plans we all had. I let everyone in on my husband’s birthday and what I had in store for him that evening. Well, at least what I could share in public.
During all of this, I kept noticing Sam looking at me with a smile. I caught him several times staring at my legs, knowing he was thinking about that morning and the quick glimpse of my stocking tops and garter straps he had unexpectedly seen. I don’t know why, but I was flattered and more than a little aroused by all his attention. Purposely crossing and uncrossing my legs, I allowed the hem of my skirt to rise slightly, showing him a little more of my stocking-covered thighs. My flirty nature with Sam was coming out again.
Since it was so slow, Barbara left at lunchtime to finish her workday at home. Millie left later that afternoon, leaving just Sam and me in the office to wrap up the last of our workweek.
As I finished the last of my work, closing my laptop, I noticed Sam staring at my legs again. He was no longer attempting to hide his lustful stares, his cock clearly hard beneath his trousers. I felt a flutter between my legs and the wetness seeping again from my already stimulated pussy. Crossing my legs, I shuddered as I felt the silky fabric of my panties slide over my aroused clit.
I was surprised at my reaction. I had never been this turned on before around a man other than my husband. What had come over me?
Sam noticed me looking at him, knowing I had caught him staring at my legs.
He cleared his throat. “Mary, I can’t stop thinking about what I saw this morning. I never imagined you as a garter belt and stockings girl. Now, I can’t keep my mind from drifting to what you have on underneath your skirt.”
Taken aback by Sam’s admission, I didn’t know what to say immediately, but a fresh wave of wetness seeped into my panties.
“This is the very first time I have ever worn a garter belt and stockings. I did it as a surprise for my husband. He has asked multiple times for me to wear them, so I decided to do something really special for his birthday this year and make his wish come true.”
I couldn’t believe I was discussing my choice of underwear with a colleague from work. Especially with that colleague being male.
“Would you please show me again, Mary?” Sam asked quietly.
“What did you say?” I replied, not ever expecting to hear what he had just asked.
“I said, I want you to lift your skirt and show me your pretty lingerie again,” Sam said with more emphasis this time.
I was stunned, but Sam had triggered a long-suppressed sexual submissive tendency I thought I had buried ever since marrying my husband. Without a word, I stood and grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it, exposing my stocking tops and garter clasps to Sam.
I could see something immediately change in his eyes, a darkness I had never noticed before.
“Very nice, but not enough. Keep lifting it higher.”
I instantly did as he asked without even thinking, raising my skirt until the satin and lace of my panties were totally exposed to Sam.
I saw the look in his eyes turn even darker. He smiled, knowing he had me now.
“Nice, but still not enough. I want you to remove your skirt and sweater and show yourself to me in just the lingerie you purchased for only your husband to see.”
“I can’t do that, Sam,” I whispered. “I’m a married woman.”
“Enough arguing! You will do it, and you will do it now! You know you want to show me. I can tell you have been thinking about this all day, ever since you first flashed me this morning.”
He was right. I had been fantasizing about showing Sam my new underwear again. My pussy had been wet all day at the thought. The fact that my long-dormant submissive side was returning just added to the strong desire I was now feeling.
I stared directly into Sam’s eyes as I reached for the bottom of my sweater and slowly lifted it over my head. Reaching behind me, I lowered the zipper on my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I was now willingly standing in just my new lingerie, but for a man other than my husband.
“Spin around for me. Let me see all of you,” Sam ordered.
Again, I did as he said. I slowly turned, letting him see all of me. As I turned to face him again, I saw he had his phone out, videoing me.
“Now the bra. I want to see those luscious tits I have lusted after for so long.”
I should have stopped there, but I couldn’t. Reaching behind my back, I unfastened my bra, letting it slide from my shoulders and drop to the floor. The whole time, Sam continued to video me. Even my husband did not have pictures or videos of me in this way. My panties were soaked. I really don’t know what had come over me.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, Mary? It’s turning you on, displaying yourself for a man other than your husband, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I can’t believe how excited this is making me, Sam,” I whispered in response.
“I thought so, my little slut. Why don’t you go ahead and touch yourself for me then? I know you want to.”
Totally lost in what was happening, I did as he asked. I cupped both of my breasts, caressing and teasing my tits. I pinched and pulled on my sensitive nipples, which were now hard and pointed. Slipping one hand down my belly and under the waistband of my panties, my fingers found my slick folds, already dripping with my arousal. My thumb circled my engorged clit, drawing an audible moan from me.
“That’s it, my dear. Just let yourself go.”
I looked into Sam’s eyes. I saw a hunger in them that just spurred me on even more. Sam still had his phone up videoing me as I masturbated for him. I had never allowed my husband to take any erotic photos, let alone videos, of me, but here I was getting off to a male coworker doing that very thing.
Lying back onto my desk, I slid one and then a second finger into my soaked pussy. Sam was still videoing me with one hand, but the other was now stroking his impressive eight-inch cock. At some point, he had pulled it out, obviously just as turned on as me with this turn of events.
With all this stimulation, I soon reached my point of no return. With a loud cry, my back arched from my desk as my orgasm crashed over me. Never had I climaxed so intensely before.
I swear I must have blacked out for a moment. When my senses started to slowly return, Sam was right beside me, his rock-hard cock directly in front of my face. I opened my mouth to speak, attempting to slow things down, but that was all Sam needed. He quickly slid his shaft into my open mouth with a sudden thrust.
I should have resisted, but as soon as his cock breached my lips, my submissive tendencies took over again. I started sucking his cock like a woman possessed. There was no longer any thought of my husband or the fact that I was cheating on him. There was only Sam’s shaft, and how perfect it felt inside my mouth.
“That’s it, my little slut. Worship my cock, like the cheating wife you have now become. It’s what you crave with all of your being. It is my cock you are hungry for now.”
My mind grappled with the words he was saying. I had started the day as a happily married woman, ready to celebrate my husband’s birthday with a special gift just for him, but now I was willingly giving myself to another man. The worst part was I could not bring myself to stop what we were doing.
Sam pulled his cock from my mouth, my brain instantly wishing for him to put it back in. He moved between my legs and put his hands into the waistband of my new panties and slowly started to pull them down and off, tossing them aside. I was now left in only the new garter belt and stockings, framing my pussy that had, before today, been reserved solely for my husband. Now, I was prepared to willingly give it to another man.
“Do you want me to continue, Mary? Are you ready to surrender your married pussy to me?”
Here was my chance to flee. To end this now and go back to the comfortable existence I had with my husband. Unfortunately, my brain and body had other ideas.
“Yes, Sam. I want you to fuck my married pussy. Claim it and make it yours for the afternoon.”
Sam smiled and positioned himself at my entrance, sliding the head of his cock along my folds, already impossibly slick with my arousal.
“No, Mary. If I fuck you now, it will not be just for this one afternoon. I will be claiming your once faithful pussy for my use whenever and wherever I want it. Now think about this carefully before you respond.”
He continued to rub the head of his penis along my pussy and against my clit as he spoke. My resolve was quickly fading.
“One last thing, my dear. Since it was the new garter belt and stockings you purchased specifically for your husband that started all of this, I think there is one more term you will need to agree to. You will now wear them to the office more often and always show me when I ask. I love to see a sexy garter belt and stockings on the woman I fuck, just like your husband has always fantasized about. I want to continue to share this new side of you as well. Do you agree to all of this, Mary?”
While talking, he had continued to rub his cock along my slit, at the same time circling my clit with his thumb. All I knew at that moment was I needed to be fucked, and I needed it now. I would have agreed to anything at that point to get what I needed.
“Yes, I agree to it all. Please just fuck me, Sam.”
“Say it for me, Mary. I need to know you really understand what I said.”
“Please, Sam. You are making me crazy,” I whispered.
“Then say it, Mary.”
“I promise to wear a garter belt and stockings for you here at work,” I said breathlessly. “Now that I know it turns you on just as much as I think it will, my husband, I will gladly wear them for you as well. Now please just fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours, Sam.”
With a smirk, Sam pressed forward. His cock entered my wet and willing pussy with a maddening slowness. Inch by inch, he slid into me until I was fully impaled with his incredible manhood.
“How does that feel, Mary? How does it feel to have another man’s cock buried inside your married pussy?”
“Oh, my God. It feels so good,” I responded as I moaned from the exquisite sensations I was experiencing.
I had never been stretched so much before. Sam’s cock was at least two inches longer and much thicker than my husband’s. It was reaching parts of my cunt that had never been filled before.
“That’s it, my little slut. Enjoy the feeling of a real man taking your previously faithful pussy,” Sam said with a grin as he pumped his shaft in and out of me.
I cried out with abandon as he plowed into me, never having felt anything like this before. I was in heaven and knew this would not be the only time I would cheat on my husband with Sam.
A moan escaped my lips as each thrust took me closer to the release I now craved. Sam grunted as our bodies slapped together.
“Your pussy is so tight, Mary. Your husband’s cock must be tiny compared to mine.”
“Oh, my God, I have never been stretched like this before. Your cock is so wonderful. My husband’s does not come anywhere near yours in size or in the way you use it to fill me.”
“That’s right, Mary. Your pussy now belongs to me. It is mine to use as I see fit.”
As Sam continued to thrust into me, he reached down and began to circle my clit with his thumb. That was all it took. I screamed out Sam’s name as my climax hit. My body spasmed wildly as I came for the second time that afternoon. This one was even more intense than the first. Sam just smiled as he continued to ride me throughout my orgasm.
“That’s it, Mary. Savor how much you enjoy my cock inside of you. This will be a regular occurrence moving forward.”
He slid his cock out of me, pulling me up from the desk before spinning me around and bending me back over it. I felt the garter straps stretched tightly over my ass. My stockings were now slick with my sweat.
He slid his cock up and down my swollen lips, teasing me but not reentering me yet.
“Tell me again whose cock you want, Mary,” he growled.
“Oh, God, Sam, it’s your cock I want. Don’t make me beg. Please fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours.”
“That’s it, my little married slut. From now on it will be my cock you’re thinking about even when you are with your husband.”
With that, he buried his shaft back inside me with a single thrust.
“Yes, that’s it. Fuck me harder, Sam,” I moaned. “Claim me for your own. Fill my cheating pussy with your hot cum.”
Continuing to pound me mercilessly, using my garter straps for handholds, Sam grunted, “Your wish is my command, my dear.”
With a few more thrusts, Sam seated himself fully within my cunt and sprayed my cervix with his large load. I felt pulse after pulse of his hot seed filling my previously faithful pussy. This set me off again, and I screamed out with my third orgasm of the encounter. My body shuddered as I experienced the most incredible climax of my life. Never had my husband given me three orgasms in a single session.
Sam pulled out with a sigh. I felt his cum leaking from my well-used pussy.
“You know you’re mine now, Mary?” Sam said as he started to pull his clothes back on.
“Yes, willingly,” I replied, understanding I now had power over two separate men in my life just by the lingerie I wore to feed their erotic fantasies.
I smiled to myself as I realized my husband would still receive his birthday surprise and see me in my new garter belt as planned, but unfortunately, now already well used by another man.
“I’m sure he will be so excited to see me dressed as he has always fantasized, I doubt he will even notice anything is amiss,” I thought to myself with a slight chuckle.
As I walked out of the office, a little while later, to begin my husband’s birthday celebration, I thought about the shopping I would need to do this weekend. I definitely now needed to purchase a few more garter belts and some additional pairs of stockings to please both of my men.
