The landline phone by my bed had been ringing for quite a while before I realised it was not in my dream.
"Hello!"
"Hi!" It was my wife. "Were you asleep?"
"What! Well yeh!" I was still groggy. "What time is it?"
"It's almost nine."
"NINE!" I couldn't believe my wife had rung me at this ungodly hour. "... in the morning?"
"Well yes. Of course in the morning. I just got into the office. Have you seen the weather?"
"No! I was fucking asleep!" I could hear torrential rain pelting against the bedroom window. "I can hear heavy rain."
"There's a yellow warning out. The drive to work was horrendous. Flooding everywhere!"
"But you got there safely?" I just wanted to return to my slumber.
Before she replied I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Oh wow! Did you hear that? It was right above us." She sounded excited.
"Yeh, I heard it here. It didn't sound that far away."
Suddenly, there was an almighty crack of blinding lightning, that lit up the bedroom and shook the whole house. I felt an intense pulse of static electricity shoot through my brain causing me to black out for what seemed like a few seconds.
I heard a female's voice asking if I was OK. The room was spinning as I attempted to regain consciousness.
"The phones are out!" It was the same voice, a voice I didn't recognise.
"What?" That was a voice I was familiar with. It was my wife's... but it came from me.
"Are you alright, Linda?"
I tried to focus on my surroundings. The spinning was slowing and I could just make out the silhouette of a young woman standing in the doorway.
"You don't look too good. Would you like me to fetch you some water?"
"What... water... eh... yes thanks." I was still feeling dizzy but I managed to put some words together.
The young lady disappeared and I was left to try and make some sense of what had just happened. Through the fogginess in my head, I remembered the telephone call with my wife Linda. The torrential rain against my bedroom window, and then nothing.
"What... the... fuck!" My surroundings became clear. I was sitting at a desk in an office. I looked at my hands and immediately noticed my pink fingernails. I felt my hair against my face and realized that the long flowing locks that cascaded down to my chest were Linda's. I looked under the desk.
"Oh! Fuck!" I was wearing Linda's black ankle boots and black mesh...
I put my hand under the black dress to discover that I was wearing hold-up stockings. With an air of apprehension, I continued my exploring to discover that I wasn't wearing pants. And yes there it was... my smoothly shaved pussy.
"Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck!" It was becoming clearer. The lightning strike during our phone call triggered some sort of brain transference. I assumed Linda had endured a similar experience back home in our bedroom.
There was a light knock on my door as the young lady returned with my water. I immediately recognized her from my wife's Facebook page. It was Victoria. I felt I knew her after many conversations with my wife.
Victoria was a stunning young brunette in her mid-twenties. She lived with her partner who, according to my wife, was a strikingly fit hunk.
"Thanks, Vicky." I relieved her of the small plastic cup and downed its contents in one.
"Wow! Someone's thirsty! Hard night?" She beamed a concerned smile. "Can I get you a couple of aspirins?"
"Yes, thanks and maybe some more water please."
"No problem." She left me alone once more.
Linda's handbag was on the desk next to a computer screen. Her cell phone was poking out from under a pile of papers like it had been hurriedly concealed. I picked it up and was surprised to find it was still switched on. She must have been using it moments before the lightning strike. It vibrated while it was in my hand, signifying an incoming Whatsapp message. It was from my own cell phone back home.
"OMG, what the fuck just happened?"
I was about to reply when it buzzed again.
"Did you make it in OK babe X ?" It was an MSN message, sent by 'Ricky Work'. I rocked back in my chair. Who the fuck is 'Ricky Work'? And why is he calling my wife babe? And what's with the fucking 'X'?
I suddenly had a flashback and remembered one of Linda's fantasies, that she would recount to me during sex. The name 'Ricky' had been mentioned as being her fuck-buddy on a number of occasions. She always finished her erotic yarns with, "It's only sex."
Linda is in her mid-sixties and loves cock as much now as she ever has. She has been referred to by her male colleagues as the Work's Cougar. We've been married for almost three decades, and for the last year, I have suffered from erectile dysfunction and unable to satisfy her with my cock. She insists that "it's not a big deal" and that she's quite content to be tongued or fingered to orgasm.
A recent fantasy that she shared was being taken from behind by 'Ricky' while she was bent over an office desk, not unlike the office desk I found myself staring at. She would emphasize his hard throbbing cock inside her, and his cum exploding and dripping from her pussy.
I scrolled back through the long text conversation to where it all began, over three weeks ago!
Ricky: "Hi"
Linda: "Hi"
Ricky: "Wow! You look fucking hot today."
Linda: "Oh! Thanks."
Ricky: "I felt myself getting hard when you were bent over Victoria's desk."
Linda: "Wow! Really! You're making me wet just reading this."
I couldn't believe what my eyes were reading!
Ricky: "Oh, Fuck! I think we're going to have to do something to sort that out. X"
It was the first sign of an 'X'.
Linda: "Definitely. X"
She reciprocated with an 'X'
Ricky: "Would it be OK if I messaged you later tonight? X"
Linda: "Yes. X"
My reading was interrupted when Victoria returned with my water and a couple of aspirins. I popped them into my mouth and drank the water to wash them down.
"All the lines are down and the system has crashed." I assumed that she was referring to the computer operating system.
"Yeh, not much we can do until things are up and running." It seemed like the right thing to say.
I didn't know exactly how long I had before Linda's phone would automatically switch itself off, and I had no clue of her password, and Ricky was waiting for a reply to his most recent text. I needed to find somewhere private to continue with my investigative snooping.
"I'm just popping to the loo." I grabbed the handbag and exited the office with my phone in hand, and realized I had no idea where the loos were, and it wasn't like I could ask anyone.
"Morning, Linda. What a day!" It was another girl I recognized, courtesy of Facebook.
"Morning, Marie. It certainly is." She was soaked to the skin. "The phone lines are all down, and there's a problem with the computers."
Marie was in her mid-thirties and single, but not for the want of trying. Her dating exploits were often the subject of office chit-chat.
I felt Linda's phone vibrate in my hand. I peered at the screen.
"Is everything OK babe X?"
It was another message from the bold Ricky.
"I'm just nipping to the loo. Victoria has made it in."
Marie left a trail of drips as she headed towards the office to begin her day's work.
I looked around for anything that would give me a clue as to where I'd find the toilet.
I passed groups of drenched staff all piling into the building. The raging storm was the subject of their conversations, only interrupting their chat to bid me a good morning. I wondered if any of the blokes in suits was Ricky.
I recognised another two office colleagues. Len, the General Manager, and Angela, the office manageress.
"Morning Linda." Angela broke her conversation with Len. "It's mad out there."
"Lorna tells me the phone lines are down." Lorna, in reception, had already briefed Len regarding the phones."
"Yeh and the system's crashed." I just repeated Victoria's words, assuming they would know what 'the system' was.
"Fuck! Any sign of Rick?"
"Eh... No, I haven't seen him. I'm just popping to the toilet."
Len and Angela continued their way to the office, while I continued my search for the elusive toilet.
I spotted a sign a few steps ahead. "Thank fuck!" I walked briskly in the direction of the arrow, and before long I entered the sanctuary of the ladies' toilet, where I could read Ricky's messages in private. I had the place to myself. I selected the farthest away cubicle and locked the door. I sat on the toilet seat to resume my reading, but not before I'd replied to Ricky's last text.
"Everything's fine." I forgot the 'X' and thought I'd better rectify the situation.
"How's you? X" Whilst waiting for his reply I scrolled back to where I'd left off.
Ricky: "Would it be OK if I messaged you later tonight? X"
Linda: "Yes. X"
Ricky: "Everything OK. X." Rick's text was dated Monday 20th. At 8 pm. My Monday night out with the lads is written in stone.
Linda: "Yes everything's fine. X"
Ricky: "Are you alright to text? X."
Linda: "Yes, Matt's away for a couple of hours. X"
Ricky: "Oh good. Would it be too forward to tell you how much I want to fuck you? X"
Who the fuck is this guy!
Linda: "No, I think I'd like that. X"
Ricky: "I can't stop my wicked thoughts, thinking about you! Do you ever sext? X"
Linda: "Sext? No. What's that? X" Bless her.
Ricky: "Well if I said that I was wanking right now, thinking about you, that would be an opener."
Linda: "Oh! OK. And are you? X"
Ricky: "Yes I am. X"
Linda: "Ooo! I'd love to see that!"
Ricky: "mmm. Oh fuck, I'm so hard right now. I'm thinking about you bent over Len's desk. I put my hand up under your skirt and find my way to your pussy. Are you shaved?" He forgot the 'X'. Forgivable, under the circumstances.
Linda: "Oh, Ricky! You're actually making me wet. And yes I am shaved. X"
She wasn't the only one that was wet! This sex chat malarkey had ME excited... and wet. I slipped my hand up under my dress and placed my fingers at the entrance of my pussy.
I received another text from Ricky in reply to mine. I ignored it for now.
Ricky: "I'd love to think that you were fingering yourself right now. mmm X"
Linda: "I am... Oh, Ricky. I want your hard cock inside me. X"
Ricky: "I push two fingers inside your pussy. You're so wet. I unzip my trousers and pull out my hard cock, and pull your pants to the side. I slide it inside you slowly."
Fuck! I pushed two fingers inside my cunt and began to frig myself.
Linda: "Oh Ricky! I haven't had a hard cock inside me for over a year. X"
Ricky: "A year! You're shitting me. Why?"
Linda: "Matt can't get it up. X."
Ricky: "Wow! A year! X."
Linda: "It's been over a year since I've had a hard cock explode inside me."
Ricky: "Oh fuck babe! I'm thrusting it inside you now. X"
Linda: "Fuck me, Ricky. Fuck me hard. Empty your balls inside me."
Ricky: "Oh Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to cum. mmm... Fuck! mmm..."
Linda: "Shoot it! Ricky! Shoot your spunk inside me."
I could feel myself cumming as my fingers rubbed my clit. My legs shot straight out as I orgasmed hard. My whole body shook in spasms.
Linda: "I'm cumming Ricky! Oh fuck, I'm cumming. mmm"
I sat back on the loo seat drained. I was still no further forward as to who Ricky was, but he was responsible for bringing all three of us to orgasm. It was Linda's responses that got to me. I had no idea that she was capable of such depravity.
Ricky: "Oh you're good babe. That was amazing. X"
I wiped my pussy with toilet paper and stood up. As the paper flushed down the loo I scrolled the texts forward to one Ricky sent last night.
Ricky: "Could I ask you not to wear panties tomorrow at work? X"
Linda: "OK. See you tomorrow. X"
So that's why the hussy was not wearing underwear this morning. It occurred to me that I'd been out of the office long enough. I straightened my hold-up stockings and left the cubicle, still in a state of bewilderment. I washed my hands at the sink and caught myself in the mirror. I couldn't help grinning at my reflection.
I opened the handbag and took out Linda's hairbrush. I raked about inside the bag looking for her lipstick.
"Oh hello!" Linda's panties were stashed away at the bottom of her bag. It was evident that she had removed them as per Ricky's instruction.