I developed an ongoing discourse with a coworker years back. We were both in relationships but somehow one day we got on the subject of sex. She asked how often I got it at home. I told her nearly every day and she was in disbelief. She admitted they only did it maybe twice a week. It became a daily exchange. Asking if we had gotten any the previous night or over our weekend. And it got so regular I asked her to tell me HOW they did it. “What do you mean?” I asked what positions, how long it lasts, does she come... to my surprise (and delight) she spilled all the beans. She got very detailed that time and said the previous night they had gone out to dinner and got more buzzed than they normally did. They went home and he showered and she was feeling amorous. So she stripped naked and lay on their couch waiting for him. She said he came out and saw her, lost his towel and they went at it. I asked what positions and she kinda laughed, “seriously?” “Sure.” And then she just laid it out there. “We made out for a while and he groped my body while I stroked his cock. Then I sat him on the couch, kneeled in front of him and sucked his dick for a while. Then I climbed on him and rode his dick for a while. He flipped me over and fucked me from behind and at one point he pulled out and rubbed his cock on my clit from behind. I had already come which makes me super sensitive so I came again from him doing that. Then he slid it back in and fucked me really hard and came all over my ass.” I was floored. Literally speechless. Didn’t know how to react. I was so aroused when I finally spoke up I said, “wow... I am... well, completely hard for one.” She glanced down at my crotch as kind of smirked.
We continued this way for a while. I’ve written of it before on this forum. We eventually got into conversations where we were telling each other how much we wanted to fuck each other. She would purposely put herself in positions where I would be checking out her amazing ass. Then she’d catch me and smile and say “like that?” One day she leaned into me as she passed me in tight quarters and whispered “I want you so fucking bad”.
Eventually these conversations petered off and completely stopped. Probably a good thing before something happened that we’d regret. But man she was wild. Her husband was one lucky guy.
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