My Wife and My Virgin Friends Pt. 03b

I had felt like a zombie by the time I made it into work. The sleepless night weighted on my eyelids, and what little thought capacity I had left was busy thinking about Claire.

I almost made it to lunchtime without passing out at my desk. Almost. But the operations meeting just dragged on and on, and before I even knew it I was face down on my desk with a pool of drool beside me.

I would have been caught out if it wasn't for Claire. The buzz from her text was the only thing that could have woken me I was so tired.

I opened my phone before I even wiped away the drool. I don't know what I was expecting her to send at this time of day, but I knew I needed to see it right now.

The picture was of Claire, standing in front of a bathroom mirror. She had this sexy coy look in her eyes, biting a finger seductively. But as sexy and cute her freckled face was, my eyes were glued down low.

She had pulled up her panties, revealing what panties she'd worn today. They were my favourite pair, the first one I'd ever seen her in. The one she wore on our first night together.

Blue and white stripes. The classic ‘Anime girl’ panties. They weren't a simple pair, but oh so sexy. They were older, and a little worn down, but still wearable. Although they looked tighter than ever on her. If I zoomed in on the picture, I could see the outline of her pussy. Her shaven mound and juicy lips. It was enough to instantly get me hard again.

“Wow babe! You look amazing!!” I wrote back. Love heart reacting to her picture.

“Aww thanks bby ♡♡♡” She texted back. “I'm glad you like it! Master thought I looked cute here too!”

She was sending these to Dorian as well?? That made me feel a little uneasy, but I guess it wasn't surprising. She wasn't showing off that much, but it still felt a little intimate.

“How about this one?”

This picture was closer, Claire's upper body only. She was looking away from the camera and blushing, but with a mischievous smile and her tongue out.

She had pulled her top off, her perfect plump boobs centre of frame. Written in the same lipstick she was wearing now were the words ‘Master’s’ and then ‘Slut’, one word for each tit.

“Don't worry, I censored it for you honey!” Claire wrote while I took the picture in.

Technically she wasn't lying. She'd at least taken the time to cover her nipples with emojis before sending it, but she clearly didn't take a close look at it. The stickers barely covered her areolas, that tantalisingly pink flesh peaking out from behind the love heart cover.

“Umm… u look really hot!!! But maybe don't show this one to anyone else? Ur face is in the pic so…” I texted her. Hoping that would be enough to convince her not to send them.

“Soz bby, Master gets first dibs on everything I send ;)”

So Dorian would have already downloaded the selfie by now… which meant even while texting I was getting his sloppy seconds…

I started writing my response when she texted again. “G2G now before I get caught! Oh and I'll be going straight from work to ‘work’, so don't wait up ;)”

She was such a tease. Getting me all excited and then running off. And writing something like that on her chest? At work?? I never knew she had it in her.

She probably was only teasing about sending the pictures to her master first. Maybe she wasn't even sending them to him at all. Even though she was really getting into the whole ‘maid's thing and having a ‘master’, Dorian was still Dorian. I knew she liked him the least out of all my friends, and she even admitted that she didn't find him attractive at all.

I think she enjoyed the idea of having a ‘master’ more than the real thing. It was something she could tease me about, something that gave her a thrill, but we both knew it wasn't serious. Dorian was a perv and a creep, but he wasn't a treat to me.

I mean, what did a virgin loser like him have that could compete with me?

Another buzz snapped me out of my daydreaming. One last picture from Claire it seemed.

The picture was taken from down low, looking up at Claire. She looked down at the camera, staring into it with her bright blue eyes while biting her lips. The picture was clearly taken at her desk quickly, but she had still pulled her top down, with one boob out but covered up with her hand. She was griping herself so tightly, her hand digging into the soft plump flesh of her big boobs. Seeing her like that in public was almost enough to make me cum in my pants, and that wasn't even the best part of the picture.

At the bottom of the image, close enough to the camera to see the goosebumps on her skin, were her panties. Those cute, sentimental panties were squished between her red, needy, pussy lips. Pulled up hard into a front wedgie, and completely drenched in her pussy juices. It was by far the sexyiest, sluttiest thing she'd ever send me. Captioned “Can't wait to serve ur huge dick tonight♡” with some lewd looking emojis thrown in. She must have been as horny as I was to write that, she didn't normally call my cock huge.

I couldn’t help but feel smug as I stared at the picture. I knew there was no way Claire would send a picture like this to Dorian. It was solid proof to me that she was bluffing. I doubted she’d even sent one of the selfies to him. They were all for me, just her having some fun teasing me. That made far more sense than the alternative. That Claire was giving my filthy virgin friends her nudes before showing me them.

Acting on impulse, I rushed into the bathroom. Finding an empty stall and dropping my pants, holding my hard cock in the palm of my hand, snapping a picture to send to Claire.

“It’s going to make you scream all night long!” I sent. It had been a while since we sent each other anything like this, and the thrill washed over me as the messages were ticked as read.

I stayed in the toilet, waiting for her response. Dying with anticipation to see what she might send next. Another sexy selfie? With her panties down around her ankles, fingers digging into her wet pussy! Or maybe she would beg me to leave work right now, and take her on her desk for everyone to see.

“?”

“Oh! Yeah cant wait.”

Huh… Not quite what I was expecting.

I guess she did tell me she was going back to work, and that she didn’t want to get caught. Fuck, I messed up didn’t I. She had risked sending that pic to me and me alone, and like the dumb horny guy I was I had to push my luck.

I love heart reacted to her message and left it at that. She was busy and I didn’t want to piss her off more by interrupting. I’d see her again soon enough, and prove my words to her in person.

*****

I left work early this time, just to be sure. I walked in the door, put some food in the oven and dropped my pants. Claire had already sent her first updates as I was driving home, and I was actually excited to read them. I’d gotten over the initial feelings of jealousy, and was embracing this new kink. Claire knew the boundaries, and I trusted her to keep them. I was safe in the knowledge that whatever the guys got to see or do with Claire, I would be getting so much more.

The first picture was a normal selfie, captioned ‘Ride’s almost here. R u excited yet bby??”

I was. Sitting on the couch I pulled my cock out of my boxers. Holding my stiff dick in my hands as I read on.

“Master brought everyone to pick me up today!!”

The next picture was taken from inside Dorian’s car. Claire was in the backseat, squeezed between Tom and Jimmy. She wasn’t showing their faces of course, but it was so obviously them. Jimmy looked like he was frozen, arms holding onto his legs for dear life. Tom was far less shy. He already had his hand on her thigh. A casual, intimate touch. I wondered if Claire knew that I knew. If this was a part of her game, or if she really thought I wasn’t figuring it out. I could have confronted her about it, but that felt like it would spoil things. Like it would ruin this exciting new game before it even really began.
The next picture down took me by surprise, like when you were walking up the stairs and you thought there was one more step than there was. Dorian must have taken the picture from the front of the car, because Claire was on her knees, turned around in her seat. She only wore her undergarments , bending over to stick her panty covered ass out. Her head was turned back, staring at the camera. Staring at me.

“Master wanted me to get changed before we went inside ♡ dont worry, I made them look away(>‿◠)✌”

Stickers covered the guys faces, so I couldn’t be sure if she was telling the truth. I trusted her though, and why would she lie about them not seeing her? So far, she had only exaggerated what they were doing to her. Not the other way around.

“Oh no!! Master got mad at me for wearing panties… (╥︣﹏᷅╥)”

The message was followed by a thread of images. Claire reaching back to unhook her bra. Claire with a bare back, holding her bra in the air. Claire wiggling her butt in the air, hands around her panties… Claire lowering her panties… her ass completely showing as she pulled them down her pale, juicy thighs… one picture at a time…

“Looks like your wife is banned from wearing any underwear at all now…. ;)”

My heart was racing as I looked at the pictures. Claire was naked, on her knees and sticking her ass out. All while surrounded by my best friends. My gut twisted and churned, anxiety rushing over me. My wife was my virgin friend's plaything…

But if I stopped stroking my cock for a minute and breathed, I knew it wasn’t all that bad. Claire was naked, but she wasn’t actually showing them anything. Her soft round butt kept its cheeks together, preventing Dorian from getting a look deeper in, and her boobs were pressed into the back seat of his car. Safely covered from their view.

At least, she was covered in the pictures I was seeing.

As I zoomed in and stared at each picture in the set, I noticed something else. Her ass cheeks were slowly turning red. I almost would have missed it, but the change was obvious when you went from the first to the last image. The cheek next to where Tom was stilling was even redder than the cheek next to Jimmy… Maybe she was spanking her own ass for them… but that didn’t feel likely…

A fresh text came in. the picture dropping first. Claire was in her maid outfit now, on her knees just outside of their apartment door. She was bending over, facing the floor, the top cheeks of her bare ass just barely exposed in the picture. With my favorite panties of hers in her hands, being offered up to her new master…

“Don’t worry… Master said he would give them back when their done with me (✿◠‿◠)"

The deeper the knot in my stomach got, the harder my cock was. I should have been writing back, telling her to cool things down or to hurry up and get dressed.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

The further Claire pushed me, the more thrilling this was becoming. She knew what I wanted better than I did, that was becoming obvious to me now. I reacted to each and every picture she sent, letting her know I was watching but staying silent.

Claire had full control of the situation now.