u/Officewife701

Yesterday was admittedly a rollercoaster and one of the most humiliating moments in both my life and my career. I found myself most upset that of all the naked photos I could have attached, it was the one that showed ALL of me.

My mother raised me to know that my vagina was the most beautiful, unique and private part of a woman’s body, and it should be for my husband’s eyes only.

And now over 200 employees had seen it.

After years of seeing me in work suits and dresses, they now knew the shape and size of my breasts, they knew what my nipples looked like, they knew how I groom myself and how my vagina looks. And there was nothing I could do about it.

It was raining, and I sat in my car for awhile to build up the courage to go inside. With a deep breath, I went in.

The security guard smiled at me. “Good morning, Mrs. [Redacted]! It’s getting hairy out there.”

I swear he looked at my crotch when he said that. Cheeks hot, I went to the elevator and entered my office.

They weren’t, but it felt like every pair of eyes was looking at me. I went right to my desk and sat down. And the day quickly continued into the chaos of the work day. There were only small moments that I caught where things were different. One of the accountant’s eyes stayed a little too long at my cleavage. An ad rep dropped his pen while we were talking so he had to duck under my desk. Things that me two weeks ago would have yelled at them for now had me letting it happen.

After a career of people scared to look me in the eye, I now had men trying to sneak a peek at me.

And I liked it.

My boss came by a little later to remind me about the boozy photo shoot I was going to help him with tonight. I asked if I needed to bring anything and he told me to come exactly how I was.

Back to work.

Yesterday was admittedly a rollercoaster and one of the most humiliating moments in both my life and my career. I found myself most upset that of all the naked photos I could have attached, it was the one that showed ALL of me.

My mother raised me to know that my vagina was the most beautiful, unique and private part of a woman’s body, and it should be for my husband’s eyes only.

And now over 200 employees had seen it.

After years of seeing me in work suits and dresses, they now knew the shape and size of my breasts, they knew what my nipples looked like, they knew how I groom myself and how my vagina looks. And there was nothing I could do about it.

It was raining, and I sat in my car for awhile to build up the courage to go inside. With a deep breath, I went in.

The security guard smiled at me. “Good morning, Mrs. [Redacted]! It’s getting hairy out there.”

I swear he looked at my crotch when he said that. Cheeks hot, I went to the elevator and entered my office.

They weren’t, but it felt like every pair of eyes was looking at me. I went right to my desk and sat down. And the day quickly continued into the chaos of the work day. There were only small moments that I caught where things were different. One of the accountant’s eyes stayed a little too long at my cleavage. An ad rep dropped his pen while we were talking so he had to duck under my desk. Things that me two weeks ago would have yelled at them for now had me letting it happen.

After a career of people scared to look me in the eye, I now had men trying to sneak a peek at me.

And I liked it.

My boss came by a little later to remind me about the boozy photo shoot I was going to help him with tonight. I asked if I needed to bring anything and he told me to come exactly how I was.

Back to work.

I’m dying. And I’m still trying to process how this went so wrong so fast. I’m probably going to take a break from Reddit to wrap my head around this mistake. This is what happened:

It was a stressful day. Not only was I dealing with a terrible hangover from yesterday’s pool day with the girls (which is not like me), I also thought it would be a good idea to buy a butt plug on my way to work. Then I thought it would be an even better idea to put the butt plug in me before I went into the office.

Then my day exploded. Projects going wrong, managing issues, etc. I’d been running around nonstop and when I finally had a brief window to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t get the plug out. I forgot the lube at my desk and couldn’t get a good grip. Then someone opened the door and called for me and I gave up.

At this point, the plug was feeling overwhelming. I felt too full and anytime I sat down, it was pressing into me.

Then I had to rush back to my desk because I forgot to put out my daily recap which goes to the entire company. So I quickly dropped the files onto my desktop, selected everything there, and dragged them into the server with everyone on it.

Someone came up to me to ask a question and the files uploaded. Then I kept working. Twenty minutes later my boss stopped at my desk. “Come to my office. Now please.”

I got up and walked to his office. The plug was unbearable now. After this meeting I had to take it out immediately. It was just feeling full. In a good way I think. But too much pressure down there.

“Close the door,” my boss said. I did and sat across from him.

The plug shifted inside me and I barely held in my gasp.

My boss is a heavyset man in his 50’s. He’s new to my branch and is the only person higher than me here. I liked him enough, though with my job I didn’t interact with him too much. He leaned forward.

“Did you just distro your recap to everyone?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry it was late, it’s been a crazy morning and -“

“Did you look at it closely before you sent it?” He interrupted.

He turned his computer screen and my jaw dropped. Among the documents was a photo. A photo of me. From yesterday’s pool day. I was in the public bathroom taking a selfie, from head to thighs.

I was completely naked.

In a flash, I realized what happened. I keep my inappropriate Reddit photos in a hidden folder on my computer. I was too drunk last night so I left the photos I took on my desktop in the corner of the screen. As I quickly was dragging the files into the server, I must have accidentally grabbed one of my photos.

I sat back in the chair. I felt so full. I was going to explode. My breath caught. I felt hot. That went to everyone.

“I asked our team to remove the email from the server,” he said. “But we can’t stop it from going to personals. That photo is out there.”

I couldn’t speak. My head was spinning. The entire branch was on there.

“Fortunately, no one reads your recaps,” he said with a smirk. “But you should probably finish the workday at home until this blows over. None of the board checks the server, so we can keep this to our branch and hopefully stop it from being a big deal.”

I can’t even explain the pressure I was feeling between my legs. It was overpowering. I was breathing hard. My heart was racing.

“Can I ask why you did it?” My boss asked. “That’s so not like you-“

I sat back in the chair. I thought of my coworkers seeing me like that. That there was nothing I could do about it. The pressure on the butt plug was too much. I was going to orgasm. I was going to orgasm right now. Right now. There was no stopping it.

NO!

Too late. I slammed my legs together and just like that, I came.

It was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body shook. A moan escaped me and suddenly I was peeing. No, not peeing, squirting. In my bosses office. At work. Tears trailed down my cheeks.

The orgasm felt like it went on forever.

I finally opened my eyes to see my boss staring at me, mouth open.

I was fired. My career was over. I was done.

Without a word, my boss went to the drawer and pulled out paper towels. He handed me the roll. I looked down to see I had squirted on the chair and floor. I didn’t even know I could do that. Quietly, I wiped it up.

“Look at me,” my boss said.

I slowly did.

“You have been an incredible employee. You work 90 hours a week and have given your entire career to this company,” he said. Now he handed me a Kleenex for the tears. “This is insane and I should throw you out, but I’d like to give you a chance to explain.”

And so I explained. I told him I was having relationship issues and was having trouble processing the feelings I was having. And this led to experimenting. Which is why I had a butt plug in.

“Can I see?” He asked.

I blinked. “What?”

“Show me the plug.”

My mouth opened. Closed.

It’s not like he hadn’t seen all of me already.

Somehow more embarrassed, I turned around and lifted my dress.

“You’ll need to bend..” he said.

I bent forward.

“Yup. Okay, sit down,” he said.

I did.

“I also got a note from our janitor a few days ago that he found a dress in the men’s bathroom and when he finished cleaning, the dress was gone. Considering you are one of three women at this company, it leads me to believe that dress belonged to you.”

I covered my face in shame.

He clasped his hands together.

“You should be reported to HR and fired.”

I felt myself crying again.

“But I also am sympathetic to what you’re going through and I want to help.”

I sniffed. “What?”

He nodded.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to go home. I’m going to talk to our HR team and we’ll call this a warning. There’s nothing we can do about the photo. If anyone in the office actually reads the recap, they get that photo. But we continue as if it never happens.”

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

He sighed.

“You’re exploring your sexuality and that shouldn’t be punished. You just need to keep that exploration out of the company eye.”

“And what do you get out of this?” I asked.

He smiled.

“I will admit, I’m a sexual individual. You’d never guess it,” he said with a laugh, gesturing at himself. “But I think you and I could get along famously.”

My mouth dropped. “I’m sorry, I can’t sleep with you…”

He shook his head.

“I’d only want you to do that if you wanted it. No. I do a Boozy Photography class on Tuesday nights. It’s an amateur photography art class where people drink and hang out. You’ll model for us.”

“I’m not a model,” I said quickly.

“You look fantastic. You’re perfect.”

That made me blush in a different way.

He held his hand out.

“Help me with my class, let’s talk more about your sexual journey and maybe take the butt plug out. This has been a wild fucking incident,” he said, chuckling.

I nodded.

“Now go home. I have to clean up this… mess,” he finished.

I got up and walked to my desk, head spinning. I felt light hearted. I had to catch myself on his desk.

He was on his feet in a second and had one hand on my side. He was standing close to me. I looked up at his face a few inches away. He brushed some hair out of my face.

“This is really happening. You really fucked up. But it’s not going to ruin your life. And I imagine you don’t want this getting back to your husband?”

I nodded quickly.

“I’ll take care of it. Go on.”

It felt like everyone in the office was looking at me. I quickly grabbed my stuff and without looking up, ran to my car. Once there, I will admit I cried for awhile. And then once the tears stopped I opened my phone. My boss shared a cap of the server with my file in it. Several files. And there was my naked photo.

“See you tomorrow,” he typed. “I look forward to getting to knowing you better.”

With a sigh, I lifted my dress to pull my the butt plug out. I was so sensitive down there and it felt so good…and suddenly I was masturbating in my car. It took less than two minutes for me to orgasm, squirting once again. Grabbing a gym towel from my bag, I wiped it up. I was a mess.

I drove home.

I’m dying. And I’m still trying to process how this went so wrong so fast. I’m probably going to take a break from Reddit to wrap my head around this mistake. This is what happened:

It was a stressful day. Not only was I dealing with a terrible hangover from yesterday’s pool day with the girls (which is not like me), I also thought it would be a good idea to buy a butt plug on my way to work. Then I thought it would be an even better idea to put the butt plug in me before I went into the office.

Then my day exploded. Projects going wrong, managing issues, etc. I’d been running around nonstop and when I finally had a brief window to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t get the plug out. I forgot the lube at my desk and couldn’t get a good grip. Then someone opened the door and called for me and I gave up.

At this point, the plug was feeling overwhelming. I felt too full and anytime I sat down, it was pressing into me.

Then I had to rush back to my desk because I forgot to put out my daily recap which goes to the entire company. So I quickly dropped the files onto my desktop, selected everything there, and dragged them into the server with everyone on it.

Someone came up to me to ask a question and the files uploaded. Then I kept working. Twenty minutes later my boss stopped at my desk. “Come to my office. Now please.”

I got up and walked to his office. The plug was unbearable now. After this meeting I had to take it out immediately. It was just feeling full. In a good way I think. But too much pressure down there.

“Close the door,” my boss said. I did and sat across from him.

The plug shifted inside me and I barely held in my gasp.

My boss is a heavyset man in his 50’s. He’s new to my branch and is the only person higher than me here. I liked him enough, though with my job I didn’t interact with him too much. He leaned forward.

“Did you just distro your recap to everyone?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry it was late, it’s been a crazy morning and -“

“Did you look at it closely before you sent it?” He interrupted.

He turned his computer screen and my jaw dropped. Among the documents was a photo. A photo of me. From yesterday’s pool day. I was in the public bathroom taking a selfie, from head to thighs.

I was completely naked.

In a flash, I realized what happened. I keep my inappropriate Reddit photos in a hidden folder on my computer. I was too drunk last night so I left the photos I took on my desktop in the corner of the screen. As I quickly was dragging the files into the server, I must have accidentally grabbed one of my photos.

I sat back in the chair. I felt so full. I was going to explode. My breath caught. I felt hot. That went to everyone.

“I asked our team to remove the email from the server,” he said. “But we can’t stop it from going to personals. That photo is out there.”

I couldn’t speak. My head was spinning. The entire branch was on there.

“Fortunately, no one reads your recaps,” he said with a smirk. “But you should probably finish the workday at home until this blows over. None of the board checks the server, so we can keep this to our branch and hopefully stop it from being a big deal.”

I can’t even explain the pressure I was feeling between my legs. It was overpowering. I was breathing hard. My heart was racing.

“Can I ask why you did it?” My boss asked. “That’s so not like you-“

I sat back in the chair. I thought of my coworkers seeing me like that. That there was nothing I could do about it. The pressure on the butt plug was too much. I was going to orgasm. I was going to orgasm right now. Right now. There was no stopping it.

NO!

Too late. I slammed my legs together and just like that, I came.

It was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body shook. A moan escaped me and suddenly I was peeing. No, not peeing, squirting. In my bosses office. At work. Tears trailed down my cheeks.

The orgasm felt like it went on forever.

I finally opened my eyes to see my boss staring at me, mouth open.

I was fired. My career was over. I was done.

Without a word, my boss went to the drawer and pulled out paper towels. He handed me the roll. I looked down to see I had squirted on the chair and floor. I didn’t even know I could do that. Quietly, I wiped it up.

“Look at me,” my boss said.

I slowly did.

“You have been an incredible employee. You work 90 hours a week and have given your entire career to this company,” he said. Now he handed me a Kleenex for the tears. “This is insane and I should throw you out, but I’d like to give you a chance to explain.”

And so I explained. I told him I was having relationship issues and was having trouble processing the feelings I was having. And this led to experimenting. Which is why I had a butt plug in.

“Can I see?” He asked.

I blinked. “What?”

“Show me the plug.”

My mouth opened. Closed.

It’s not like he hadn’t seen all of me already.

Somehow more embarrassed, I turned around and lifted my dress.

“You’ll need to bend..” he said.

I bent forward.

“Yup. Okay, sit down,” he said.

I did.

“I also got a note from our janitor a few days ago that he found a dress in the men’s bathroom and when he finished cleaning, the dress was gone. Considering you are one of three women at this company, it leads me to believe that dress belonged to you.”

I covered my face in shame.

He clasped his hands together.

“You should be reported to HR and fired.”

I felt myself crying again.

“But I also am sympathetic to what you’re going through and I want to help.”

I sniffed. “What?”

He nodded.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to go home. I’m going to talk to our HR team and we’ll call this a warning. There’s nothing we can do about the photo. If anyone in the office actually reads the recap, they get that photo. But we continue as if it never happens.”

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

He sighed.

“You’re exploring your sexuality and that shouldn’t be punished. You just need to keep that exploration out of the company eye.”

“And what do you get out of this?” I asked.

He smiled.

“I will admit, I’m a sexual individual. You’d never guess it,” he said with a laugh, gesturing at himself. “But I think you and I could get along famously.”

My mouth dropped. “I’m sorry, I can’t sleep with you…”

He shook his head.

“I’d only want you to do that if you wanted it. No. I do a Boozy Photography class on Tuesday nights. It’s an amateur photography art class where people drink and hang out. You’ll model for us.”

“I’m not a model,” I said quickly.

“You look fantastic. You’re perfect.”

That made me blush in a different way.

He held his hand out.

“Help me with my class, let’s talk more about your sexual journey and maybe take the butt plug out. This has been a wild fucking incident,” he said, chuckling.

I nodded.

“Now go home. I have to clean up this… mess,” he finished.

I got up and walked to my desk, head spinning. I felt light hearted. I had to catch myself on his desk.

He was on his feet in a second and had one hand on my side. He was standing close to me. I looked up at his face a few inches away. He brushed some hair out of my face.

“This is really happening. You really fucked up. But it’s not going to ruin your life. And I imagine you don’t want this getting back to your husband?”

I nodded quickly.

“I’ll take care of it. Go on.”

It felt like everyone in the office was looking at me. I quickly grabbed my stuff and without looking up, ran to my car. Once there, I will admit I cried for awhile. And then once the tears stopped I opened my phone. My boss shared a cap of the server with my file in it. Several files. And there was my naked photo.

“See you tomorrow,” he typed. “I look forward to getting to knowing you better.”

With a sigh, I lifted my dress to pull my the butt plug out. I was so sensitive down there and it felt so good…and suddenly I was masturbating in my car. It took less than two minutes for me to orgasm, squirting once again. Grabbing a gym towel from my bag, I wiped it up. I was a mess.

I drove home.

Full disclosure: I’m very unfamiliar with anything involving butt stuff. All I know is that I recently experienced it with a stranger and it felt incredible. So based on the reddit suggestions, I decided to stop and get a butt plug.

There’s one adult bookstore on the way to work, a small brick building. I pulled into the lot and was happy to be there in the day time. It gave murder vibes. There were four cars in the lot.

I nervously went inside. There was a woman behind the counter, much to my relief.

“How can I help you?” She asked. I saw the butt plug section and felt my cheeks get red. Did I really need to do this?

I took a deep breath, walked over to the wall of plugs and grabbed one that had a pink gem. Then I went to the counter and set it down. The woman looked at me with a smirk.

“That’s an impressive size to start with.” She scanned it and set a small body of lube on the counter. “On the house, you’ll need it.”

I drove to work, wondering what that meant. It didn’t seem that big. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled it out of the box. It was sizable. I pulled my dress up around my hips, used the lube on myself and the plug, checked to make sure no one was around me in the lot, then pressed it against my butt hole.

The pressure was instantly. I tried to relax, taking deep breaths as I pushed it into me. Harder and harder. It started to hurt. And then it really hurt. I was about to abort when it fully slipped inside of me. I audibly yelped as a wave of pleasure crashed into me. I sat there in my car, feeling incredible.

Then my phone rang and it was someone in the office. I answered as they immediately started going off about problems. I reached down to pull the plug out, but it was still covered in lube, as were my fingers. I couldn’t get it and the person on my phone was panicking.

Screw it. I could keep the plug in for a little bit. I grabbed my bag and went inside. I felt full, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. And that’s how I went into work with a butt plug in me.

Full disclosure: I’m very unfamiliar with anything involving butt stuff. All I know is that I recently experienced it with a stranger and it felt incredible. So based on the reddit suggestions, I decided to stop and get a butt plug.

There’s one adult bookstore on the way to work, a small brick building. I pulled into the lot and was happy to be there in the day time. It gave murder vibes. There were four cars in the lot.

I nervously went inside. There was a woman behind the counter, much to my relief.

“How can I help you?” She asked. I saw the butt plug section and felt my cheeks get red. Did I really need to do this?

I took a deep breath, walked over to the wall of plugs and grabbed one that had a pink gem. Then I went to the counter and set it down. The woman looked at me with a smirk.

“That’s an impressive size to start with.” She scanned it and set a small body of lube on the counter. “On the house, you’ll need it.”

I drove to work, wondering what that meant. It didn’t seem that big. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled it out of the box. It was sizable. I pulled my dress up around my hips, used the lube on myself and the plug, checked to make sure no one was around me in the lot, then pressed it against my butt hole.

The pressure was instantly. I tried to relax, taking deep breaths as I pushed it into me. Harder and harder. It started to hurt. And then it really hurt. I was about to abort when it fully slipped inside of me. I audibly yelped as a wave of pleasure crashed into me. I sat there in my car, feeling incredible.

Then my phone rang and it was someone in the office. I answered as they immediately started going off about problems. I reached down to pull the plug out, but it was still covered in lube, as were my fingers. I couldn’t get it and the person on my phone was panicking.

Screw it. I could keep the plug in for a little bit. I grabbed my bag and went inside. I felt full, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. And that’s how I went into work with a butt plug in me.

While sitting at the pool, two mimosas and two shots in, I thought I’d write some facts and confessions about myself to clear up a lot of the common questions I’ve been getting.

First off, I do love my husband. He’s a wonderful man, he cares about me, he’s incredibly successful and we’ve been together for a long time. His only flaw is that he has a micropenis. And it’s something I didn’t care about when we started dating because I wasn’t a sexual person - I only cared about my career. Also, I’ve only had two other relationships, and that’s a stretch to say. They were very innocent.

I’m just not sexually active, nor do I consider myself to be “sexy”. My husband and I have sex once in awhile but use a dildo and his mouth during the process. Unfortunately we can only do missionary…if we try doggy he can’t get past my butt cheeks. I do believe there’s more to a relationship than just sex, and right now this is just harmless fun. I have no interest in being a Hotwife or whatever other terms you guys say. The secret nature of all this is what’s fun for me.

My career is my priority. It always has been. I’m a bit of a nerd. I have an Xbox and I read a new fantasy/sci-fi book every week. Currently reading the Oyun Chronicles and loving it (tell me if you read them because it’s my new favorite series and I want to talk about it with someone). I’m always open to suggestions for new books so please send your favorites my way (I’ve read all the classics, so hidden gems are preferred).

I’m 5’0 and curvy. I manage 200 people at my company. Most of my employees are scared of me because I have high expectations, but that’s why my company is successful.

I apparently I love the risk and rush that comes with flashing my privates. I’m not looking to be a famous person or a star, I’m just exploring a new part of my sex life that I haven’t experienced before. I like cheating 🤷‍♀️

For this Fourth of July, we rented a cabana at an adult only resort. My husband and a few friends of ours went. It was all inclusive, so I had a couple drinks and was feeling pretty good.

At a certain point our friends went inside to get food and my husband was asleep on the bed next to me. I looked at the pool and a heavyset man was leaning on the edge of the pool ten feet away from me, zoning out.

I was laying on my stomach facing him. I looked over to check that my husband was asleep. He was. I checked to make sure I didn’t see our friends. I didn’t.

I untied my bikini top and set it next to me. There was a mirror to the side that showed me the whole pool. I could see the man’s gaze fall on me as I untied my top. I was laying there topless. If I lifted my chest at all, he would see my breasts.

I checked on my husband again. Nothing.

That feeling of wrongness washed over me, followed by a stronger wave of horniness.

Making sure to keep my eyes on the mirror so the man didn’t know I was watching, I lifted myself up onto my elbows. The man’s mouth literally dropped.

I could see my naked breasts in the reflection too. fully just hanging out in the open. full nipples. full everything. My cheeks felt hot. Another man walked out to the pool and I quickly laid back down. I was breathing hard. The new man sat down out of view and the first guy was still watching me.

I lifted myself up again. My breasts fully on display. I couldn’t help it. I looked at the man. Our eyes locked and the look on his face took my breath away again. Lust. Pure lust.

I smiled. He smiled back. He pointed at my sleeping husband, then at his ring finger. I nodded slowly. He frowned. And I shook my chest at him. That made him smile again.

He motioned for me to turn around. I checked on my husband, then turned around on all fours so my butt faced him. He put both hands over his heart. Then in the mirror I saw my friends coming back in.

I quickly snatched my top and put it back on as they walked up. I made it just in time, and when I looked back at the pool, the man winked at me and then swam away.

That was fun.

For this Fourth of July, we rented a cabana at an adult only resort. My husband and a few friends of ours went. It was all inclusive, so I had a couple drinks and was feeling pretty good.

At a certain point our friends went inside to get food and my husband was asleep on the bed next to me. I looked at the pool and a heavyset man was leaning on the edge of the pool ten feet away from me, zoning out.

I was laying on my stomach facing him. I looked over to check that my husband was asleep. He was. I checked to make sure I didn’t see our friends. I didn’t.

I untied my bikini top and set it next to me. There was a mirror to the side that showed me the whole pool. I could see the man’s gaze fall on me as I untied my top. I was laying there topless. If I lifted my chest at all, he would see my breasts.

I checked on my husband again. Nothing.

That feeling of wrongness washed over me, followed by a stronger wave of horniness.

Making sure to keep my eyes on the mirror so the man didn’t know I was watching, I lifted myself up onto my elbows. The man’s mouth literally dropped.

I could see my naked breasts in the reflection too. fully just hanging out in the open. full nipples. full everything. My cheeks felt hot. Another man walked out to the pool and I quickly laid back down. I was breathing hard. The new man sat down out of view and the first guy was still watching me.

I lifted myself up again. My breasts fully on display. I couldn’t help it. I looked at the man. Our eyes locked and the look on his face took my breath away again. Lust. Pure lust.

I smiled. He smiled back. He pointed at my sleeping husband, then at his ring finger. I nodded slowly. He frowned. And I shook my chest at him. That made him smile again.

He motioned for me to turn around. I checked on my husband, then turned around on all fours so my butt faced him. He put both hands over his heart. Then in the mirror I saw my friends coming back in.

I quickly snatched my top and put it back on as they walked up. I made it just in time, and when I looked back at the pool, the man winked at me and then swam away.

That was fun.

First, I’d like this on the record, but I blame Reddit for making me do this. I’m not a sexual person, people don’t flirt with me and I’m married. But these last few days showing some of my body on Reddit has had an effect on me that I can’t explain.

So I was sitting at my desk, which has an open bottom, meaning you can see the lower half of my body. My intern is 19, a guy from the university who works directly under me. I was on my phone secretly reading Reddit comments on my photo and was admittedly getting aroused. I felt my legs part and I leaned back.

Because of the dress I was wearing, I didn’t have panties on to avoid panty lines. In the corner of my eye, I saw my intern’s eyes glued to my legs under the desk. I realized at his angle, if I turned my body toward him a little more and opened my legs more, he’d have a clear view up my dress. Completely clear.

Before I could stop myself, I turned my body toward him. I kept my eyes on my phone, but I could still see him staring. I wasn’t going to do it. This was far enough.

My legs started to spread.

It took everything in me to hold them together. I felt hot. My heart was racing.

What was the harm in a little peek? It would be fine. Who cares that he was my intern? Who cares that he respects you professionally? It’s just a peek. Maybe he wouldn’t look.

No, I told myself. If I did this there was no going back. My intern would know what my most intimate part of my body looks like, how I groom, everything. The part of my body that’s only supposed to be seen by my husband and doctor.

And then I realized my legs were open. Wide. Too wide. I saw him jerk up in his seat. It took everything in me not to look at him. I felt exposed. Open.

A guy was looking at my vagina. At work. In public. I counted down from ten.

At zero I closed my legs slowly. I was sweating. Hot. I felt like I was going to pass out. I took a deep breath and then got up to go get a water. My intern watched me the whole way with a small grin. There was no going back from that.

I posted a photo of myself on Reddit that I never in a million years thought I would post, and the comments from random men on the internet seeing something only my husband should see turned me on to a level I’ve never experience before.

I needed a release. So after everyone had gone home, I decided to do something dumb. I quickly walked through my office to make sure everyone left. Then went the other office on our floor to confirm they were gone. Empty. It was just me.

Then I went to the woman’s bathroom and slipped into the handicap stall. Still not entirely sure what I was doing, I removed my dress and hung it up on the hook. Then slowly, I walked to the bathroom door. With my heart pounding, I opened the door to the hallway. I listened closely.

No one.

I stepped out into the hallway. The bathroom door closed behind me. I was completely naked in my office building.

I started walking. Down the hall. Into my office. I walked to my desk, then to my bosses desk. Then I walked back into the hallway, feeling more confident. I went down to the elevator bank and sat in one of the chairs. It felt nice.

Until the elevator started to go up. I literally fell out of the chair, hitting the ground before getting my legs under me and sprinting down the hallway. I’ve never sprinted somewhere fully naked and it did not feel sexy. I turned the corner just as the elevator doors opened. I ran down another hall and froze. The janitors cart was in the women’s bathroom.

I wanted to pass out.

Foot steps approached from behind. I ducked into the men’s bathroom and ran to the handicap stall, closing it and locking it. The bathroom door opened and I cursed my luck. This guy was following me like a serial killer in a movie. The footsteps went right to my stall and violently pulled on the door. I sat back on the toilet in terror.

“Sorry,” the guy grumbled, going into the stall next to me. I’ll spare you what happened next, but I sat there, fully naked, just a few feet away from another man. When he finished his business he left and I waited for five more minutes. Then I went to the door and peeked out. On the janitor cart, a few feet away, was my dress and shoes from the stall.

There was no sign of the janitor. I opened the door more and reached, managing to get my dress and shoes. I retreated back into the stall and quickly got dressed.

Then I ran out of the bathroom, happy that the janitor didn’t see me leaving wearing the dress he just found in a stall. Definitely can’t wear that dress for awhile.

What a rush.

I posted a photo of myself on Reddit that I never in a million years thought I would post, and the comments from random men on the internet seeing something only my husband should see turned me on to a level I’ve never experience before.

I needed a release. So after everyone had gone home, I decided to do something dumb. I quickly walked through my office to make sure everyone left. Then went the other office on our floor to confirm they were gone. Empty. It was just me.

Then I went to the woman’s bathroom and slipped into the handicap stall. Still not entirely sure what I was doing, I removed my dress and hung it up on the hook. Then slowly, I walked to the bathroom door. With my heart pounding, I opened the door to the hallway. I listened closely.

No one.

I stepped out into the hallway. The bathroom door closed behind me. I was completely naked in my office building.

I started walking. Down the hall. Into my office. I walked to my desk, then to my bosses desk. Then I walked back into the hallway, feeling more confident. I went down to the elevator bank and sat in one of the chairs. It felt nice.

Until the elevator started to go up. I literally fell out of the chair, hitting the ground before getting my legs under me and sprinting down the hallway. I’ve never sprinted somewhere fully naked and it did not feel sexy. I turned the corner just as the elevator doors opened. I ran down another hall and froze. The janitors cart was in the women’s bathroom.

I wanted to pass out.

Foot steps approached from behind. I ducked into the men’s bathroom and ran to the handicap stall, closing it and locking it. The bathroom door opened and I cursed my luck. This guy was following me like a serial killer in a movie. The footsteps went right to my stall and violently pulled on the door. I sat back on the toilet in terror.

“Sorry,” the guy grumbled, going into the stall next to me. I’ll spare you what happened next, but I sat there, fully naked, just a few feet away from another man. When he finished his business he left and I waited for five more minutes. Then I went to the door and peeked out. On the janitor cart, a few feet away, was my dress and shoes from the stall.

There was no sign of the janitor. I opened the door more and reached, managing to get my dress and shoes. I retreated back into the stall and quickly got dressed.

Then I ran out of the bathroom, happy that the janitor didn’t see me leaving wearing the dress he just found in a stall. Definitely can’t wear that dress for awhile.

What a rush.

I want to preface this story with a few facts. my husband is a wonderful man in almost every single way. He’s a wonderful man, he’s the CEO of a big company, he’s an alpha male who loves me…he just also has a micropenis. Which for me, was fine. I had only been with two other men before him, and they had been decidedly average, so it didn’t bother me.

Fast forward to last week. I was on a work trip in Chicago. I was so stressed and just closed a huge work deal, so went to the hotel bar and got a glass of wine to celebrate. I’m sitting there, zoning out, when a man stopped next to me.

I tried to ignore him but he leaned in to say, “excuse me.” I looked up. He was tall, heavyset but still handsome. I was not in the mood for some guy flirting with me though so I was about to tell him off when he nodded at my chest.

”I’m so sorry, ma’am. I wanted to tell you, that, um, well, you’re breast…” he trailed off. I looked down and my entire boob was hanging out of my dress. I almost screamed, tried to pull my dress up, hit my wine glass so it fell over, spilling everywhere and managed to cover my boob.

Long story short, after I apologized profusely to both the bartender and the man, the man bought me another glass of wine and I don’t know why, but I let him. We moved to a table and sat together. He kept this intense eye contact the entire time we talked and finally he looked at my wedding ring.

“That’s a beautiful wedding ring,” he said.

“Thank you. my husband got it for me,” I answered cheekily. I was now two glasses of wine in. As a 5’0 woman, that’s more than enough to get me on the border of drunk.

“Is your husband here?”

I shook my head.

“I’d never let you leave the house if I was with you,” he continued.

“Why?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “Too jealous?”

”No. because I’d be fucking you constantly,” he said.

I almost spit out my wine.

Look, I’m not a prude by any means, but I’m not the most sexually adventurous woman either. I barely masturbate, my husband and I have sex once a month and most men in my life work for me and are also scared of me as a boss.

I could feel myself blushing. He leaned in.

“You‘d wake up every morning with my head between your beautiful thighs,” he said.

“Which head?” I asked, giggling.

Giggling. What was wrong with me?

”I know I’ve already seen your boob, and it was beautiful, but can I see your pussy?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” I started.

“I want you to show me. Now.” He growled the last word.

“Now?” I squeaked.

It was like an out of body experience. My hands were moving and my dress was lifting and people were around us as I pulled my panties aside and let a complete stranger look at my vagina. The most private part of my body. And I just had it out in the hotel lobby bar.

Before I could stop him, he rubbed his finger along my pussy. It felt electric. And in that moment, I needed him. I needed him to want me. To make me feel good.

“Let’s go to my room,” I whispered, almost out of breath.

Five minutes later, I was naked in my hotel room with a complete stranger‘s cock in my mouth. He was huge downstairs and it felt incredible. We fucked for over an hour. I orgasmed three times. The last time he insisted we try putting it my butt and I agreed, only to cum almost instantly.

I laid there, exhausted, as he came inside me. And just like that, he left. No number exchanged. No names. Nothing except the experience left.

And now I find myself on Reddit, wanting more…attention I guess? More men to want me? To feel desired Again? I don’t know. But the experience was one I’d never forget.

I want to preface this story with a few facts. my husband is a wonderful man in almost every single way. He’s a wonderful man, he’s the CEO of a big company, he’s an alpha male who loves me…he just also has a micropenis. Which for me, was fine. I had only been with two other men before him, and they had been decidedly average, so it didn’t bother me.

Fast forward to last week. I was on a work trip in Chicago. I was so stressed and just closed a huge work deal, so went to the hotel bar and got a glass of wine to celebrate. I’m sitting there, zoning out, when a man stopped next to me.

I tried to ignore him but he leaned in to say, “excuse me.” I looked up. He was tall, heavyset but still handsome. I was not in the mood for some guy flirting with me though so I was about to tell him off when he nodded at my chest.

”I’m so sorry, ma’am. I wanted to tell you, that, um, well, you’re breast…” he trailed off. I looked down and my entire boob was hanging out of my dress. I almost screamed, tried to pull my dress up, hit my wine glass so it fell over, spilling everywhere and managed to cover my boob.

Long story short, after I apologized profusely to both the bartender and the man, the man bought me another glass of wine and I don’t know why, but I let him. We moved to a table and sat together. He kept this intense eye contact the entire time we talked and finally he looked at my wedding ring.

“That’s a beautiful wedding ring,” he said.

“Thank you. my husband got it for me,” I answered cheekily. I was now two glasses of wine in. As a 5’0 woman, that’s more than enough to get me on the border of drunk.

“Is your husband here?”

I shook my head.

“I’d never let you leave the house if I was with you,” he continued.

“Why?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “Too jealous?”

”No. because I’d be fucking you constantly,” he said.

I almost spit out my wine.

Look, I’m not a prude by any means, but I’m not the most sexually adventurous woman either. I barely masturbate, my husband and I have sex once a month and most men in my life work for me and are also scared of me as a boss.

I could feel myself blushing. He leaned in.

“You‘d wake up every morning with my head between your beautiful thighs,” he said.

“Which head?” I asked, giggling.

Giggling. What was wrong with me?

”I know I’ve already seen your boob, and it was beautiful, but can I see your pussy?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” I started.

“I want you to show me. Now.” He growled the last word.

“Now?” I squeaked.

It was like an out of body experience. My hands were moving and my dress was lifting and people were around us as I pulled my panties aside and let a complete stranger look at my vagina. The most private part of my body. And I just had it out in the hotel lobby bar.

Before I could stop him, he rubbed his finger along my pussy. It felt electric. And in that moment, I needed him. I needed him to want me. To make me feel good.

“Let’s go to my room,” I whispered, almost out of breath.

Five minutes later, I was naked in my hotel room with a complete stranger‘s cock in my mouth. He was huge downstairs and it felt incredible. We fucked for over an hour. I orgasmed three times. The last time he insisted we try putting it my butt and I agreed, only to cum almost instantly.

I laid there, exhausted, as he came inside me. And just like that, he left. No number exchanged. No names. Nothing except the experience left.

And now I find myself on Reddit, wanting more…attention I guess? More men to want me? To feel desired again? I don’t know. But the experience was one I’d never forget.