Taking me down a peg or two

Hey - I'm back! Sorry for such a long delay but circumstances have kept me away from this for a while. If you don't remember the story, I'm sure this is a good excuse to re-read it before reading my update below!

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Towering over me while I look up at her, I can feel that knotting feeling in my stomach. I never imagined things taking a turn like this but then... I hadn't really thought about it in quite this detail!

"Well?" She asks, impatiently.

I look up at her blankly. She rolls her eyes.

"Clean up your mess while I go and get changed. I don't want you getting excited and prematurely ejaculating everywhere again!" Her tone again sounds like she's partly teasing but also partly like she's mocking me.

She walks out of the kitchen and I set about cleaning the mess up, all the while my face is burning...

About 20 minutes later she comes back into the kitchen. I'm still naked but standing up and cleaning the worktop.

I see that she is still wearing those heels that make her taller but she is dressed much more conservatively. She's wearing a long skirt and a blouse - nothing particularly revealing. I feel disappointed but oddly aroused too. Like you and I are in competition... and I'm losing! You're getting to see more and more of my girlfriend while I'm seeing less!

It seems she's reading my mind too when I hear what comes next...

"It looks like you're enjoying your place" she smiles - it's a cheeky smile, much more in character with the girlfriend I know and love! As she says it, she cheekily pats my bare backside.

"You can carry on and do all the chores while I'm out."

"You're going out? Now?" I ask.

She then tells me that she's going over to yours.

"We have something we need to work on..." She says, her tone loaded with inuendo.

I can feel my cock responding. I turn towards the worktop to try and hide it but it is a bit futile. I see her eyes checking down there and a little smile resulting from her.

Slipping back into my role as naive boyfriend I add:

"Oh ok - do you both have a lot to work on then?"

She smiles and pats my backside again.

"Oh yes.... but you're going to help me." She says.

"Err... how?" I ask.

"You can help me choose what to wear."

"You're not going like that?"

"Well, that depends."

"On what?"

She smiles seductively.

"We're going to play a game. You pick an item of clothing that I'm wearing. I then give you a challenge. If you win at what I choose, I keep that item. But... if you fail, the item changes." She says.

"How do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, the worse you do at your challenge - the shorter or smaller the replacement item is."

I feel a wave of arousal ripple through me.

"O...ok..." I stammer, making her giggle.

"Well, choose an item!"

I look her over. I'll start with the obvious.

"Your top." I say.

"Ok..." She ponders for a moment.

While she does, I suddenly realise what this means. If I mess up, you get to ogle more of my girlfriend... why should I make this easy for you? I suddenly feel myself getting competitive.

"Bend over and touch your toes."

"What?!"

"You heard."

I can't believe it! I havn't tried that in years! Even when I was a kid, I struggled to do it!

I sigh. And try to do it. I really try to do it. Having a raging erection doesn't help but the tips of my fingers and toes do not get particularly close. This is so painful and so embarrassing!

"Are you even trying?" She asks, sounding genuinely surprised herself.

"Wow - that was terrible." She laughs before adding that she guesses you're going to be seeing a lot of cleavage!

This is excellent. Some more soon please!

"Hang on, wait a minute!" I say, as I unsteadily get back up, "That wasn't fair!"

"Well, ok. Let's say that was worth - oh, I don't know... two buttons undone on my blouse."

I look. That blouse is done up nice and tight right now. Part of me hopes she'll unbutton it there and then and at least give me an idea of what you're getting... no such luck for me!

My girlfriend places her hands on her hips and pulls a fake 'thinking' expression.

"Ok..." She smiles, a wicked smile! "Let's say this is for what I wear below... get this and I wear jeans. Fail and it'll be a skirt."

"Right..." I say, I decide I really want her to be wearing jeans. You'll get to see my girlfriends cleavage but nothing more!

"Ok..." She pulls the fake thinking pose again before adding, "I know! What did I have for lunch?"

"I...err..." I pause. I've no idea! "Erm... a sandwich?"

"Wrong!" She grins, "I'll be wearing a skirt over to his then!"

"Wait, how am I supposed to know that?"

"Well, if you were a decent boyfriend you'd make my lunch for me to take to work!"

"Ok then, I will!" I snap before realising I'd just volunteered to make her lunch!

"That's another little chore for you tonight then, while I'm out." She said, bending down and cheekily tweaking my nose.

Great. You get to see my sexy girlfriend while I make her sandwiches. I mentally scorn myself for being so easily manipulated!

"Now, you don't want your innocent girlfriend going over this man's house wearing too short a skirt now would you? I mean, we wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea about me, would we?" She winked.

"Actually, I've been think--" I start but she interrupts.

"So, I'll give you another chance. You can guess what I had for lunch as many times as you like..."

I go to speak but she holds her finger up in a 'shushing gesture'.

"But with every wrong guess... my skirt will get shorter... and shorter." She giggles, holding her hand against her leg and moving it up.

This is so messed up... but I can feel myself getting so turned on too!

"Uh... pasta?"

"Nope. That's a knee length skirt with tights then. Still quite respectable!"

"Uh... a salad?"

"We're above the knee now..."

I stop and think.

"Well?" She asks impatiently after a few seconds.

"Give me a second here!"

What would she have? I try and think but so many things are racing through my mind. I'm naked in front of my girlfriend and virtually undressing her for you! I'm picturing your reaction when she turns up at your door wearing next to nothing! Imagining your smile as you get to check out what I'm apparently seeing a lot less of! Another guy would be humiliated and furious but I'm mentally lapping this up, enjoying my predicament!

"Uh... a sausage roll?"

She casts me a look that says 'really?'

"Thigh length then!" She giggles, "are you even trying or are you being naughty and sending me off to fend for myself wearing a thigh length skirt?"

"No, no - I am! Give me another chance!"

"Fine." She says, in mock tone of exasperation.

"Err... a pizza?"

She rolls her eyes.

"Wow. What an amazingly awful guess. Like I'm going to nip out to a fricking pizza place in the 30 minute lunch break that I get!"

I look down at her skirt imagining that thing getting shorter. Unfortunately, imagination is all I get. It's you who'll get to drool over her short skirt and sexy legs. I feel my cock stiffening more.

"Well, I guess you just want something to happen! Mid thigh!" She demonstrates to me by holding her hand where her skrt will come up to. Talk about ******** a bottle of water in front of a thirsty man!

I go to speak again but she stops me again.

"How much shorter do you want this to be? I think you're making crap guesses on purpose now! Any shorter and I may as well just wear a belt!" She says, mockingly, "surely you don't want him to see my knickers?"

She looks down at my raging hardon.

"Hmm. I hope all this talk of short skirts and knickers isn't getting my little boyfriend too excited!" She giggles again.

"Well, seeing as you'd apparently be only to happy to send me over to a guy's house wearing next to nothing, for the sake of dignity, let's make the next one decide whether I wear tights or not. Surely you don't want my bare, sexy legs on show with such a scandalously short skirt?"

I'm so turned on! This is getting so one sided - I feel so wimpish, naked and the thought of what you'll be seeing while I don't!

"Last guess at what I had! Come on!"

"Ok..." I think hard, or as hard as I can through such a dense fog of kinky arousal!

"A burger?" I mentally kick myself as soon as I say it!

"Really?!" She asks, "where would I have got a burger from?"

"Um... I dunno..." I say, quietly and sheepishly staring down at the ground.

"Fine." She says, again with the mock exasperation, "no tights then. I guess you must try him a lot!"

"How about one last question?" She asks, her expression suddenly looking mischievous.

"Ok... what does it decide?" I ask.

She moves closer to me.

"Get this one right... and I go as your innocent girlfriend... short skirt, bare legs and showing a bit of my bra... but oblivious... he just wants to work... what else could he possibly want?"

I swallow hard before I ask...

"Wh...what happens... if I get it wrong?"

She traces her finger down my bare chest and comes even closer, I can feel her pressing against my hard cock.

"Get it wrong... and I go as your frustrated, horny girlfriend... not getting satisfied at home... maybe not wearing a bra... maybe a bit of a cheating slut when you're not around..."

I can feel myself trembling with excitement - I've never heard her talk like this before.

"I... I... don't know..." I say my voice croaky, "isn't this a bit much?"

I realise how weak I sound.

"Well, then - you decide."

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"I don't know..." I say weakly, "maybe we should talk this over..."

She smirks and says:

"I think THIS is saying all you need to say on the subject!" As she says that, she pokes my throbbing erect cock.

I'm so turned on, I can't help but make a grunting sound at having my sensitive member touched and even feel myself go momentarily weak at the knees with the sensation! Point made!

"Besides, what is there to worry about?" She grins.

"I just think that maybe that this is a bit fast and we should slow this down a bit..." For some reason my voice sounds different - it sounds higher pitched! I try clearing my throat.

"I...I... ahem... I..." It stays different. I know it's my nerves - I just feel so weird. Naked in front of my girlfriend, having to look up at her and trying to talk her out of going to see you while being unable to hide one of the hardest erections I've had since I can remember!

This is obviously isn't lost on her as she looks down at me, her expression changing from being amused to that of a teacher about to give an unruly pupil a stern lecture.

"Now you knew this was the deal and that this was how things were going to go."

I feel so small and pathetic at that moment. I'm getting told off by my girlfriend. Worse, as much as I don't want to show it, I feel even more turned on than I did before!

"Ok..." I stammer.

Somewherw inside me I feel a flicker of anger. I shouldn't be being ordered around like this! But I also feel an intoxicating arousal - I'm helpless and, no matter what I do, I only become more helpless. Losing what little control I had.

I had no idea my girlfriend was so clever! I'm now firmly under her control. The little boyfriend sitting at home while she goes out and has fun with you!

I can read in her facial expression that she is growing in confidence with this situation. Has she wanted this the whole time? Have I been cleverly maneuvered and manipulated by my sweet, caring girlfriend into becoming helpless as this situation unfolds? Made to want this bizarre arrangement - where my head tells me no but something inside me craves this to happen?

"Now..." she starts, her voice sounding stern and authorative, "shall I ask the question?"

I swallow hard. Either way this goes - you're going to win! It's so unfair! But that's what makes this whole situation so exciting!

"Ok..." She smiles devilishly...

I just know this is going to be something difficult. She's going to phrase the question so that I can't possibly answer. This is going to go the way she wants it to go!

"So... what was my first car?" She smiles.

Suddenly I realise - I know this! She doesn't realise I know but I do! I was once going through some stuff after we'd moved and I'd seen some old pictures of her with...

"A red Corsa." I say, gaining my voice back for a moment.

There's a suprised look on her face which tells me I've won! Then it dawns on me - I haven't won at all! My girlfriend is still going over to yours, dressed more sexy than I'll see her!

"Well done." She smiles, "I guess you do know something about me. Well, I'd better get ready." She says.

"Uh... do you have to do this now?" I ask, realising I sound whiny.

She stops and tells me that you really need her help.

"It's something only I can help with, he says." She smiles, almost winking at me as she disappears into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind her.

I stand naked in the kitchen, not sure what to do with myself. Part of me wants to wank over the situation, part of me wants to put my foot down and stop it. Unfortunately being naked and having a raging hardon kind of reduces how seriously I can be taken. Especially as my girlfriend is inches taller than me in those heels!

I'm imagining how delighted you'll be when my girlfriend turns up at your door dressed in a short skirt, cleavage exposed.

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Next chapter?

She seems to be gone for ages! How can wearing so little take so long?

I find myself going over and over in my mind what she will look like. Dressed in a really short skirt, showing off her shapely legs with a generous amount of cleavage on show... Just thinking about it turns me on but worse is the thought of YOU seeing this. Your eyes not knowing where to look next with so much on show.

As I think it over, it starts to dawn on me how real this getting. My girlfriend clearly fancies you, after all. A normal guy would act to stop it but just the thought of this makes my cock harden and throb... while my stomach tightens and twists with jealousy.

I can feel myself starting to tremble but is it with excitement or fear? Or even anger? Suddenly I start to wonder where this will lead!

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear the door clicking open. I prepare myself and turn around - but if I was expecting to see anything, I'm mistaken.

No revealing display of my girlfriend's body for me. All I can see is that she's wearing a long navy blue coat that gives away no hint of what lies beneath. All I can see, as my eyes scan her jealously, is what is visible from mid-calf downwards. Sure enough, the little I get to see is bare. I get a tiny bit of leg and ankle. A lot less than you'll get to see!

I go to speak but no words come out as my girlfriend busys herself, gathering up some notebooks and other belongings to take with her for the 'studying' the two of you will be doing...

I approach her but I feel awkward and my mind is all over the place. I could swear that in that coat she has somehow gotten even taller! Or maybe I've gotten smaller... being totally naked doesn't help, of course. I can't believe I feel so nervous about approaching my own girlfriend but I do!

"Uhh... are you sure about this?" I ask, my voice sounding strange and alien to me.

"About studying?" She asks, smiling cheekily. I notice she's wearing a lot of makeup - more than I've seen her wear for a long time.

"About all this..." I say quietly.

She stops and looks down at me. I realise I probably have a rather weak position here, having to look up at my girlfriend whilst naked and having an erection so raging that I wonder whether it has become permanent doesn't exactly make me look like I'm in control of anything!

"Aww, how cute - you're worried about me." She says patronisingly and bends down to give me a quick kiss on the forehead.

I feel dizzy and helpless.

"Look," she says "I'm a grown woman and can take care of myself but if my nervous little boyfriend is going to worry about me then I promise I'll send you regular text messages to let you know I'm ok."

That wasn't exactly what I meant but I respond with "ok".

"Of course..." she adds, a wicked expression suddenly on her face, "we're going to be doing some er...'intense' studying..."

"Intense?" I ask, partly kicking myself at slipping back into the naive boyfriend role.

"Oh yes..." she replies, leaning forward to bring herself to my eye level. "We need to go... really indepth on this... he has a lot to teach me, so he says."

Any hope I harboured of talking her out of this evaporates at that moment. My cock throbs so hard that I feel myself weaken at the knees and I know that this is happening and I'm powerless to change anything.

"Besides - you have your chores to attend to. You need to clean the floors, make my lunch for tomorrow plus I have clothes that need washing and ironing. Now, do you think you can handle that without making a mess everywhere again?" She teases.

"Will you text me and let me know you got there safely?" I ask as she picks up her bag.

I almost visibly wince as I realise how pathetic that sounds.

"Aww." She says and pats me on the head before opening the front door and leaving.

The door bangs shut and I feel off balance with the sudden intense feelings going through me. My girlfriend has left to go to yours... I've no idea what she looked like under that coat. No idea how revealing the clothes she is wearing are. Heck, for all I know, she could have been completely naked under there!

I know that was what she is doing. She seems to be getting off on tormenting me. Making me lose while you win. I had no idea she could be like this - nor how much I'd love it!

I stand there for a moment. Not sure what to do. Part of me wants to run after her. I would probably really complete the picture of me looking pathetic running after my girlfriend and begging her not to go see another guy, all while naked to boot!

No. I realise this is going to happen. I'm now completely helpless and she's now in control. I am just along for the ride, the faithful boyfriend sat at home frustrated while his girlfriend is 'studying' with you!

I imagine what I'd tell friends - "oh hey, yeah just doing all the chores while my scantily clad girlfriend is going over a few things with some guy who she fancies. What could possibly happen?"

For a while I stand around - my head is full of all sorts of things. I'm picturing your reaction to my girlfriend knocking on your door...

I pick up my mobile phone off of the kitchen counter and check it. Hoping for a message but nothing. I feel so frustrated. Everything is in my mind - even what my girlfriend is wearing! Helpless and frustrated. I stand in the middle of the kitchen feeling so small... and yet so turned on! I feel like I could jerk myself off right there and then. I have no idea what's going on with her and you... and that just seems to throw more fuel on the fire! What on Earth is the matter with me?!

I look at the counter. It needs cleaning and it is one of my chores... my cock throbs. I must be the only person ever to get off on cleaning! Of course, the fact that while I'm running a cloth over the counter, you're probably running your hand up my girlfriend's sexy leg might be something to do with it too!

I resign myself to my task. If we're going to do this, I may as well get into my role here.

I grab a cloth and all of a sudden my phone buzzes. My heart starts to thump as I check the phone and see it is a message from her.

A million thoughts rush through my mind and my fingers tremble so much that I hit the wrong keys a couple of times before I bring her message up.

Part of me hopes it will say "I've changed my mind and cannot go through with this. On my way home now."

It doesn't say that.

Instead it says:

"I'm here all safe and sound. Leaving the coat in the car. "

Straight away I feel that rush of conflicting feelings.

Glad I found this. Plan on reading it to my wife after you get a bit farther along.

Glad people are enjoying this! I'm planning to add some more this weekend. I'm uploading the previous bits to my blog and correcting the spelling and grammar as I go so will carry on here when that's done.

Excellent.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

I text her straight back:

"Is it far? Aren't you cold without your coat?"

I swallow hard. Trembling, I keep hold of the phone in my hand. A reply comes back quickly. I know she isn't at yours yet. Something tells me replies will be longer in coming when she gets there!

"Had to park a bit down the road."

Then it's followed by another - that tells me that you will help her warm up when you arrive!

Despite all of the feelings of anxiety and jealousy going through me, I'm so turned on by this. By the anticipation but also by the innuendo. This pretence of innocence is only serving to drive me wild. Part of me wonder why I play along and why it is so exciting!

But play along I do!

"Oh, that's nice of him to help. Tell him thankyou. I appreciate him taking care of my girlfriend. "

My hand almost instinctively grabs my rock hard cock while I hold my phone in the other. The urge to start stroking myself is strong but I want to enjoy where this goes so I resist!

She replies:

"Oh, I will. I'll give him a big thankyou on your behalf. Hee hee!"

I can't resist texting again while I can.

"What exactly are you wearing?"

The reply comes back quickly again.

"An outfit appropriate for our studies. "

Then another:

"Now stop texting me - I'm nearly there and you're slowing me down."

Hmm. Ok.

"The more you slow me down the more... warming up I'll require. Hope the cleaning is going well. I'll text you later sweetie. x"

Well now part of me wants to text her even more! Slow her down so much that she's freezing. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't complain!

I hesitate but decide against it. I find myself wondering whether she is now on your doorstep. I feel so frustrated that I don't even know exactly what she is wearing. I only have my imagination. You, on the other hand, will get to see. It's so unfair! Yet so hot too! I wonder whether you really are warming her up right now. There's me, standing naked in the middle of the cold and empty kitchen, my cock throbbing and dribbling with excitement while me girlfriend is probably greeting your tongue with hers. Or maybe there isn't even that - maybe her tongue is greeting something else of yours! Or yours something of hers! This is *******!

I look at the kitchen and realise I need to do something to pass the time, to try and take my mind off of the torment. I guess I'll have to do the cleaning.

I grab a cloth and set to work on the kitchen counter...

This, of course, doesn't last long. My eyes keep darting to the clock on the cooker. Then to my phone. There's nothing of course. My imagination runs wild, out of control. As out of control as the two of you possibly are right now. I just don't know! It pains me yet it fuels my desire. I keep wishing it was me. Wishing I was the one ******** in the sight of my sexy girlfriend's body. Running my hands over her, holding her, feeling her warm body against mine... but I feel a slight wave of dizziness as I realise it isn't. These things are no doubt happening for her... but it's you that is feeling these things with her!

I look at the phone and then the time again. It's only been a couple of minutes but it feels like it has been far longer. It's the total silence that only fuels the storm of conflicting feelings swirling around inside me. I feel so helpless! I can't change anything! I can't change how I'm feeling. I can't even see what's going on! When I imagined this scenario, I'd been watching. But I don't get to do that. It's all a compelte mystery.

Still nothing on the phone!

I start scrubbing at the counter again. I feel like such a wimp. Getting the kitchen clean and shiny while my girlfriend could well be getting fucked within an inch of her life elsewhere. Or maybe she's sucking you off right now. I'm polishing the top of the cooker while she could well be polishing the top of your cock!

And now I'm slowly stroking myself at that thought. What a sight I must be right now. All alone, cleaning with one hand whilst wanking myself slowly with the other.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes. I have a message! I let go of both the cloth and myself and hastily grab my phone, like a starving hungry guy would grab the first food he'd seen in ages!

In reality, it has only been half an hour but to me, it feels like it has been several times that already!

You have my attention.
bd-owned

Please don't leave me hanging with a fully engorge clit.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Come and see me Donna, I have just the remedy. xx

I paw at the phone and nearly drop it on the floor as I ham fistedly grab it. My heart is pounding in my ears. What will it say? What has been happening?

I open the message:

"I'm settled in. Got a nice welcoming kiss and I'm all warmed up now. Hope you're getting on with your chores. xx"

You kissed her? Just a friendly hello, I'm sure! I feel my cock starting to go hard again as I picture her in a short skirt, generous cleavage on show and in your arms as you kiss her.

"You kissed?" I reply.

I'm guessing you're not keeping her too busy right there and then as the reply comes back promptly.

"Of course! Just a nice long friendly kiss between two close colleagues! "

I know she's playing with me - I remember she said she'd play it innocent but the way she said it, as if it is perfectly fine and I'm the worrying, over anxious boyfriend makes me feel that now familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Despite that, I can't help but play along. I feel conflicted inside but the arousal I feel is winning over.

"Well as long as it's friendly!"

"Oh it was very friendly, my dear. We may have accidentally touched tongues but that happens doesn't it sometimes?"

I lean back on the counter for support as feel myself trembling. She's giving me little details, teasing me. I steady myself. This is so intense!

"You touched tongues? I don't think friends do that!"

"Oh it was entirely accidental honey, I can assure you. It just kind of slipped in there and then we tried to move eachother's tongues out of the way and we sort of kept bumping into eachother... We giggled about it after."

I don't know whether to call her and tell her to come home or to start jerking myself... I know I should be doing the former but there's a curiosity and I'm just finding this such a turn on. The more wrong I think this is, the more my cock throbs in response! I feel like such a wimp but that only makes it all the more delicious to me. What the heck is happening to me?

I text her back, fighting the urge to start stroking myself.

"Umm... well try to be more careful! Maybe avoid putting your lips so close?"

"Oh it's ok, we'll be careful dear. It's just friendly kisses, everyone does it don't they? Besides, it's useful for the studies."

"Erm... I don't think all friends do kiss dear. And how does it help with the studies? What is it you're studying again?"

"Oh silly, of course they do. A little kiss on the lips or maybe a couple on the neck... you know, just things friends do when they're in close proximity like we are. Don't be jealous dear, it was just a little accidental exchange of fluids. We're going to study some biology so I'm sure there'll be some DNA swapping involved in that! "

"You mean in the books you're reading, right?"

"Oh yes... in books... I hope you're not standing around wasting time texting me when you have the kitchen to clean and my sandwiches to make for tomorrow. Don't worry about reaching anything on the top shelf, I don't want you straining on your little tippy-toes trying to reach. Don't want my little boyfriend straining himself. Anyway, my attention is required so I'll text later. Have fun scrubbing the sink, dear! xx"

Keep going, this is great stuff

Love this, hope the colleague turns out to be really arrogant and cocky, just enjoying a casual shag with the office frump whilst you are losing everything to him.

Gordicron
Fantastic story. My perfect fantasy...keep going please.

My God gordicron...keep going!

[b]Gordicron
gordicron
no doubt: You are one gifted author and fiction writer...this story is one of the best here on CP...
The bulk of the male readers here is supposed to be some masochist/devoted/submissive fellow, sometimes older persons who lack the suspense in their partnership because of all the years and years - void of "events". Playing with the **** of jealousy in a relation where all has been said and done and the wife is ignorant about this desire....a pity...
But concerning this story - and now I am in for a shitstorm - one has to say that the author is obviously an elderly person either. He reminds me of those persons who tell you a story while your mind says: "Cut it short!!!" The absence of dense four-letter-words is pleasant - but the "you"-diary form is something by which you have a reader in suspense and slowly she/he is asking himself: "When will the real thing start?"
Do not misunderstand me - but like in films one comes to the conclusion: The scriptwriter is obviously wondering how to continue, a stalemate occurs. Then these scriptwriters pull the rabbit/dove out of the tophat and the audience sigh...well this had to happen, okay...well...
I am in for rebuke and acid criticism, but anyway here is the place for men-failure and I am no different. Let me suffer for my open words and **** my intellect, it may be intended.
Congratulations for the marvellous story...[/b]
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I stare at the sink. I never thought I'd find an unwashed sink erotic but my mind is filled with all such thoughts as I grab the cloth and get to work.

Quite what anyone would make if this - me scrubbing a dirty sink, naked and with a raging hardon while my girlfriend is over at your place, wearing skimpy clothes and teasing me with suggestive texts - I have no idea!

I work away at that sink, the whole time wondering whether right now you're working away at her!

I feel so small and alone. For any other guy this would be the ultimate nightmare but the more I go over the whole humiliating situation, the more turned on I seem to feel. To the point of finding my hands shaking! I have no idea of what is happening, what you're doing to my girlfriend right now!

For all I know, this could be some elaborate trick. Maybe the plan is for her to come home and then take advantage of the huge ocean of frustration and arousal that I'm helplessly thrashing about in right now!

As I scrub away, wondering just what is going on right now, I realise how little I know about you. Are you even real? Or are you a fantasy creation? Something she has dreamed up as part of a very cleverly crafted roleplay? Right now, she could be sat in a restaurant on her own, perfectly respectable clothes, sipping tea and smiling to herself, thinking about how she is turning me on and what a great time she'll have when she comes home. Maybe she's picturing me as I am right now - small and pathetic, trying to distract myself by doing the housework and suppress the raging inferno of sexy thoughts and ideas burning away in my mind!

Suddenly, a horrible thought occurs that extinguishes that fire. What if word of this gets out? I'm not sure whether she would say anything... but you? I've no idea. Maybe you brag at work about how you're banging my girlfriend while I'm sat at home. Knowing full well what is happening and wanking away!

Word would spread around your office, little whispers that fall silent when my girlfriend is around. Little chuckles. Knowing looks between you and your 'office bros'. You smirking. Some of the women round the office giving her looks that say 'slut' but also unmasking their jealousy. Maybe some of the guys being jealous of you getting to screw that woman that seems to be wearing very short skirts lately. That woman whose shapely legs they've been admiring and dreaming about running their hands over in idle moments at the office copier. Little do they know that even they are seeing more of her than I am lately!

I find myself feeling a bit jealous at that thought. Not only are you - a complete stranger to me - doing things I don't even know to my girlfriend but now I'm wondering about other guys there, wondering whether she has been the subject of their fantasies!

I imagine having to meet her after work. I'd be trying to work out which is you. Are you even aware of me? Do you even care?

Worse though, would be that the whole office would know who I am! The office busybody casting me a look of something between pity and amusement. Overhearing a quiet comment of "is that him" or some amused observation of how much shorter I am than you.

What would be worse than that? How about word getting to where I work? I know people who know people there...

These thoughts terrify me but at the same time I feel a new surge of arousal at this idea. What the heck is happening to me here? Why am I getting off on what should be a nightmare?