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First it was emails...

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First it was emails... by anonymousMy name is Jack. And I've been masturbating regularly since I was 13. Butfor most of those years, I was alone in the privacy of my home. It wasn'tuntil I met Anne that I realized how good it could be when you had someone toshare it with. Especially in public...For a long time Anne (not her real name) and I had a strong attraction foreach other. We met through a mutual friend and started e-mailing each otherat work on a daily basis. At first, our messages to one another wereinnocent enough. Mild flirting and nothing more. Then the e-mails startedgetting more interesting. We would ask what the other was wearing. We wouldtell the other what we wished that we could be doing, especially to eachother. We realized that this was very dangerous, having all of our fantasiesabout each other on the computer at work, especially because Anne was livingwith somone and I am married.So we moved on to phone calls.At the beginning of the day, we would call each other and say what we'rewearing, so we can have a picture in our heads. I'd tell her about how theshirt i was wearing made my shoulders look broad (she loved that), and shewould tell me how she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt.As the day progressed, the calls would get more daring."Slide under the desk," I would say, "and hike up your skirt past your knees."She would."Now touch your pussy and tell me how wet you are."And i would hear her softly moaning as she rubbed her clit in the middle ofher office.Then she would make me do things too."Is your cock hard?" she would whisper, her voice husky with desire."God, yes.""Rub it through your pants."And I would. Faster and faster until I was short of coming. She was doingthe same the entire time. Here we were, both of us within ten feet of our co-workers, jerking off in the middle of the day.One day when we both came back from lunch, we talked about how we bothmasturbated during our breaks. I had gone to a park around my office andjerked off in my car. She, on the other hand, brought herself to orgasm whilelying nude in a tanning bed. Hearing the other's story, we both got ourselvesworked up and agreed that we had to get together.We made plans for that Friday night. Her boyfriend was going to be out forthe night (some bachelor party type deal), and I told my wife that I washaving a guy's night out (since I didn't have those very often, she thoughtthe idea was great).We met at her place, and as soon as I got there, I could start to feel myselfswelling up in my shorts. I could tell by the way that she was fidgetting aswe talked that she was feeling the waves of desire sweeping through hercrotch. We made the proper small talk (both of us having never done thisbefore, we didn't want to just jump in), but before long we were on the floor.I was on my back with my pants around my ankles. Her shorts were on the flooracross the room. I took her hand and put it on my cock, so she could jerk meoff as i rubbed her pussy. She was so hot and wet that I couldn't help buttaste her juices as I fingered her. After a few minutes (and both of usalmost coming on each other) we decided to finish ourselves off as the otherone watched. She sat in a chair, so her pussy was just above my face as I layon the floor. She started off just toying with her pussy, rubbing on theoutside of her lips and such. I could see her juices glistening off of hercleanly shaven pussy. Then she started working of her clit. I stood up andstarted to jerk off right next to her face. Seeing me and my cock so close toher face must have put her over the edge, because her body stiffened just thenand she let out a moan that seemed to start from her cunt and made it's wayup.I let go of my cock and dropped down to the floor so I could suck her pussy asshe came. It seemed to go on for minutes, her legs squeezing my head as Iburied my tongue in her. Then she told me it was my turn. She laid on her back, legs spread and hershirt pulled up so she could play with her tits. I stood above her, my legspressed against the inside of her knees, so I could see her spread pussy as Iwhacked off. After only a few minutes of this, I started to come. I jettedout of my hard cock, streaming line after line up her body. On her pussy. Onher stomach. On her tits. And on her face. Her body arched as each streamleft me, and she twitched as if my hot jism was burning her. Then she rubbed her hands in my come and started licking her fingers. Sheshowed me my come on her tongue as she stood up and kissed me. She pushed mycome into my mouth and she moaned aloud as she exclaimed that she could tasteherself on my tongue. We spit my come back and forth into each other's mouthsuntil it dripped out or we swallowed it all. By the time that we hadfinished, we were both so hot, that we had to start all over again. This timewe skipped working on ourselves and went straight to 69. We both came atleast twice more that night, before we went back to our normal lives.Our phone calls have never been the same...