A few minutes after leaving, Wendy's phone rang: It was her husband.

“Hey,” Wendy answered. 

“Hey Hun,” Dan responded. 

“I’m driving, what’s up?”

“Well, I just got home to find… uh, Julie’s here…and she’s, um…she’s wearing…quite the outfit,” Dan stammered.

Wendy’s stomach sank. “You’re home already?”

“Yeah. We finished early. What’s going on?”

Wendy sighed. “It’s a long story… I think she might’ve been drunk at school earlier.”

“Wow…really?”

“I’ll catch you up later…is everything okay?” Wendy asked, feeling worried.

“Yeah, everything’s fine…just…surprised.”

“I’m picking up Charlotte, I’ll be back soon. Just pretend like everything’s normal. I don’t want her to feel embarrassed or leave. She shouldn’t be by herself right now.”

“Right,” Dan said.  “Just a normal day…with your best friend in our living room dressed like a stripper.”

Wendy chuckled slightly. “See you soon.”

For a moment, she wondered if she should turn around and head back. Something about leaving the two of them alone felt…wrong. But Julie was her friend. Even in her intoxicated state, Wendy was confident she wouldn’t try anything inappropriate.

And her husband was as loyal as they come. He would never allow anything to happen. Dan had always been upfront and honest about everything. Wendy knew she could trust him. 

So then why was she feeling so concerned?

“It’ll be fine,” she told herself and continued driving.

Dan headed back inside. Julie sat comfortably on the couch, reading that strange book his wife had shown him. He was shocked by her choice of clothes—a small red crop top and a tight blue miniskirt—barely containing her shapely body. She'd always been the bold and outgoing one among their friends, but this took things to a whole new level. 

“Have her breasts always been so big?” Dan wondered. They seemed so much larger than usual.

Dan had always been aware of Julie's attractive body, it was hard to ignore, but today her curves seemed to really stand out.

“Has she always had such a curvy hourglass figure?” And her breasts were huge. “That must be one hell of a push-up bra she’s got on,” he thought.

Dan knew Julie had been having a tough time ever since her divorce. Wendy always filled him in on their conversations. But this was…unbelievable.

Julie glanced up from her book and smiled, beaming with happiness. 

“Hi, Dan!” she said cheerfully.

“Hey Julie, sorry about that. Just had to grab something from my car. How’s it going?”

“Great!”

“What’re you reading there?”

“It’s this new self-help book.”

“Any good?”

“It’s life changing,” Julie giggled.

Wendy had told him all about it—the one Julie had chosen for their book club. She described it as an ironic piece of feminist satire. Apparently, Julie never got the message. It seemed she’d taken the advice of “embracing your inner bimbo” a bit literally.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Mmm, I’m okay, thanks Dan,” Julie replied with a smile.

Dan felt uncomfortable, unsure how to handle the awkward situation. He considered whether or not it would be rude to leave. His wife had told him to pretend that everything was normal, and usually, he would’ve stayed and entertained a guest until Wendy arrived.

But this was far from normal.

Dan took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, trying his best not to stare.

“So, uh, what kinda advice have you gotten from that book of yours?” he asked.

“So much great stuff. Just about like, being a confident empowered woman. Enjoying life. Appreciating the things that really matter. Being the best version of yourself. It’s really opened my eyes.”

He nodded. Seemed reasonable.

“Like what exactly?” he inquired.

Dan was filled with curiosity at just what could have caused such a sudden and extreme change in his wife’s friend.

Julie glanced in his direction, a vapid smile filling her face. He felt her gaze sweeping over his body, though he pretended not to notice.

“Let me show you. This is one of my favorite parts,” Julie chirped, quickly flipping through the pages.

Dan stared straight ahead as she inched closer, until she was right next to him.

“Right here,” Julie said, handing him the book.

Dan fumbled with his reading glasses. In the middle of the page was a single sentence.

“Guess bimbos aren’t known much for reading,” he thought, chuckling to himself. 

Julie pointed to the lone sentence with her long acrylic nail. As if he would’ve had trouble finding it on his own.

“Let’s see…”

Men are drawn to bimbos like moths to a flame, unable to resist their sexual energy and curvy bodies.

“Huh,” Dan muttered, staring at the page.

“Read it again,” Julie softly suggested.

Dan re-read the sentence over and over. There was a strange energy in the words, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw him in. They echoed in his mind, stirring something inside him that he couldn't quite explain.

It was true, wasn’t it? Dan had always known the effect that a woman with big breasts and a skimpy outfit had on men. 

Men are drawn to bimbos like moths to a flame, unable to resist their sexual energy and curvy bodies.

Early in his relationship with Wendy, he’d learned how much she hated when people focused on her chest, and so he’d always tried to seem like he wasn’t like other men—obsessed with boobs. 

Men are drawn to bimbos like moths to a flame, unable to resist their sexual energy and curvy bodies.

Julie gently took the book from his hands. How long had he been staring at the page? His eyes immediately focused on her large breasts, unable to look away. They were so big…and perfect.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Julie asked, with a mischievous grin.

Dan shook his head. “I’m sorry, I-uh, was spacing out for a second. I wasn’t… staring.”

Julie giggled. “Oh?”

Dan wiped a bit of drool from his mouth.

“Let’s, uh, see what’s on TV,” he said, nervously fumbling for the remote. He tried his best not to look at Julie but felt an intense magnetic pull coming from her direction.

Like moths to a flame…

Even as he tried to look away, images of Julie’s curvy body began to fill his mind. Her large chest, her wide hips, her round bubble butt. All that and more was just a few feet away.

But he would never: Dan was loyal. He could never betray his wife’s trust like that—and with her best friend too. He glanced over. Julie was sitting on the couch in a seductive pose with her knees pulled up to her chest. She gently bit down on her finger, staring lustfully.

Like moths to a flame…

Dan quickly looked away, his heart pounding rapidly.

“What do you think of my new outfit, Dan?” Julie asked, in a breathy voice.

He loved the way she said his name. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Dan…

There was something so…seductive about it.

“It’s very, uh…eye-catching,” he said, trying not to stare.

Like moths to a flame…

Images of Julie’s curvy bimbo body filled his mind. Everything about her appearance was perfect.

“Looks like you really like it,” Julie giggled, moving her hand up his leg, and brushing against his crotch.

Dan’s eyes widened in embarrassment as he noticed his erection pressing firmly against his pants. How long had that been there?

“Oh—I…uh…,” Dan stuttered awkwardly.

Julie giggled as she started rubbing his bulge with her feminine fingers. 

“Don’t be nervous…it’s only natural.”

Her touch filled Dan with an uncontrollable arousal—stronger than anything he’d ever felt. He looked over nervously. She had the most incredible body—so curvy and voluptuous. 

“Julie…” he weakly muttered.

“Yes, Dan?” she asked seductively.

He loved the way she said his name.

“S-s-top…”

“Stop what?” she teased.

“C-can’t…”

Like moths to a flame…

“I know you want to,” Julie cooed. “Your mind says no, but your body says yes.”

Her words were filled with an air of absolute truth. The room was spinning. Julie was right. She continued rubbing, slowly and seductively.

“But…my wife—Wendy—she…" Dan tried protesting.

Julie placed her finger over his lips, running her nails over them. They tingled from her touch.

“Wendy doesn’t need to know,” she whispered. “It can be our little secret.”

Dan nodded. “Oh…” 

Julie was right. Wasn’t the reason he always stopped himself from having an affair was because his wife would be devastated if she ever found out? It was hard to remember. But Julie made a good point, she didn’t need to know. 

It could be their little secret…right? His thoughts were a swirl of confusion.

“…our little secret,” Dan mumbled.

“That’s right, Dan,” Julie purred.

He loved the way she said his name.

Like moths to a flame…

Dan stared at Julie’s curvy bimbo body. Everything about her outfit screamed sex. She had the perfect body.

“Wendy told me all about your boring sex life—how unfulfilling it’s been.”

Dan’s confusion deepened. His wife said that? 

“That’s terrible, Dan. A sexy man like you deserves a woman who’ll take care of him. Don’t you agree?" 

Dan couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Julie was right. He deserved a woman who would take care of him.  

But wait—his wife took care of him—didn’t she?

No… not really. Not sexually. They rarely had sex anymore, no matter how much he tried. And when they did it was so boring and unfulfilling. 

“You deserve someone special,” Julie cooed. 

Dan nodded in agreement. Julie was right. She was always right.

Like moths to a flame…

“You deserve a bimbo,” Julie whispered. 

“…I deserve a bimbo,” Dan agreed. 

She was right. It made so much sense. He deserved a bimbo. 

Julie’s a bimbo.

“You seem like a boob man, Dan. Is that right?” 

“…yes,” he nodded. 

Julie was right. Dan was a boob man.

“You see a big pair of bimbo tits and your mind just turns to mush.” 

Dan dumbly nodded. Julie was always right.

She unzipped Dan’s pants and began stroking his shaft. It was the most incredible feeling. 

“Someone who’ll do anything for a big pair of bimbo tits…”

“…anything,” Dan agreed, his mind flooded with pleasure. 

“You love my big bimbo tits, don’t you?

“…yes…love them…”

“Wanna touch ‘em?”

“…yes...so bad…”

“Do it.”

Like moths to a flame…

Dan reached out and began squeezing Julie’s big bimbo tits. They felt incredible—so big and so natural.

“Mmmm,” Julie moaned, stroking faster. 

Dan would do anything for a big pair of bimbo tits. He’d always known that. Anytime he saw a big pair of tits, his mind turned to mush.

“Oh Dan,” Julie purred.

He loved it when she said his name. 

“You deserve a bimbo,” Julie moaned.

“I deserve a bimbo,” Dan echoed.

Julie’s a bimbo.

She straddled Dan’s lap, pressing his face into her tits. Dan was in heaven. His mind had completely turned to mush. He reached over and squeezed Julie’s butt. 

“Ooh, Dan!” she giggled. 

Dan buried his face into her big bimbo tits. She had the perfect body. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

Our little secret… 

Dan felt his cock brush against the lips of Julie’s wet bimbo pussy. She wasn’t wearing anything under her tiny miniskirt.

“You wanna fuck me?” Julie asked.

“Yes!” he eagerly replied. 

“Soon…”

Julie crawled off his lap. Dan was disappointed. He wanted to fuck her.

“Don’t worry, Dan. I won’t just leave you like this.”

“…you won’t?”

“Of course not. I’ll always take good care of you.”

Dan was relieved. Julie was the best. She always took good care of him. He deserved a bimbo.

Julie lowered her head and wrapped her plump lips around his throbbing cock. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt. Her wet mouth was like a vacuum of pleasure, sucking and slurping. It was the greatest blowjob of his life. His cock was throbbing with arousal. 

Julie moaned loudly.

“Oh fuck,” Dan grunted. Wendy rarely sucked his cock anymore—and never like this—not even close.

Like moths to a flame…

Dan ran his hands over Julie’s incredible curves. She had the perfect body. He deserved a bimbo.

Julie passionately sucked and slurped like it was her favorite thing in the world. He wished it would never end.

“Oh god,” Dan groaned. 

“Cum all over my big bimbo tits, Dan.”

“Oh, yes,” Dan agreed. “Yes!”  

His cock was covered in Julie’s spit as she slowly removed it from her mouth.

Still expertly stroking, she brought her tits closer. Dan couldn’t stop staring. They were perfect.

Dan was a boob man.

Like moths to a flame…

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted. 

His cock exploded with pleasure as he ejaculated, covering Julie’s tits with his warm seed.

Dan was in heaven. Julie was too. The two of them moaned together. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. 

After a while, the pleasure slowly began to fade. Then he heard a voice.

“Dan.”

He loved it when she said his name. Dan opened his eyes.

Julie stared at him with a vapid smile. Her massive tits were covered in a glossy lotion. 

If that was what a bimbo blowjob was like, he couldn’t even imagine how good bimbo sex must be. He would do anything to find out.

Dan deserved a bimbo. He needed a bimbo. Julie’s a bimbo.

He needed Julie.

Our little secret…

“You’ll do anything for more, won’t you, Dan?” 

Like moths to a flame… 

“…anything,” Dan mumbled with a stupefied grin.

“Good,” Julie giggled.

Wendy anxiously rushed through the front door. On the couch were Dan and Julie, sitting on opposite ends, watching TV, and looking bored. She was relieved. The entire car ride home had been plagued with visions of walking through the door to find her husband and best friend tearing each other’s clothes off. But thankfully, everything was fine. 

“Oh, thank god,” thought Wendy.

Dan looked up. “Oh, hey, Hun. Where’s Charlotte?”

Wendy wanted to make sure it was safe first.

“She’s, uh, coming—just tying her shoe. Come on.”

The bored thirteen-year-old stared at her iPhone as she walked inside. Julie rushed over, bubbling with excitement. 

"Look at you! You're getting so big!" Julie exclaimed.

Charlotte’s eyes widened in surprise as she glanced up. Wendy could see her daughter was just as shocked as she had been. 

Charlotte stared in disbelief. “Wow…Aunt Julie…you look like a supermodel!”

“You like it?” Julie giggled, spinning around. Wendy cringed at the sight of Julie’s partially exposed rear.

“Okay, c’mon sweetie, let’s go upstairs,” Wendy said, nudging her daughter. 

“But it’s not even late!” Charlotte protested. 

Julie waved bye as Wendy guided Charlotte to her room and shut the door. Then she called for her husband. 

“Be right there,” Dan yelled back. Wendy paced back and forth as she waited. A few minutes later, he entered their bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Wendy sighed. “Can you believe this?”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

She gave him a look. “…Julie…”

“Oh, right—pretty wild." 

“So, what’s the plan?” Wendy asked.

“What do you mean?” said Dan.

“She’s gotta be having some kind of mental breakdown, right? I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Dan rubbed his chin. “Hmm… she seemed fine to me—besides that new outfit, obviously. It’s a bit…out there.”

“You think?” Wendy said sarcastically. “Any bright ideas?

Dan’s face lit up. “I think what she needs right now is just to be around friends. She needs you. Maybe we should offer the guest room for a few days. It could really help her out.”

Wendy hesitated. “I’m not sure…”

“It’ll be fine,” Dan reassured her. “That way we can keep a close eye on her—make sure she doesn’t do anything crazy.”

Wendy felt uneasy. Dan worked from home, which meant he and Julie would be together all day. For some reason, the thought of that bothered her, but he had a point—Julie needed their support. 

Wendy remembered the many times Julie had been there for her when she needed it. Now, it was her turn.

"Don't worry too much," Dan said with a hint of dismissiveness. "Divorces can really mess with people's heads. She probably just need a few days to sort things out."

“I hope so... I’ll go check on her.”

Wendy headed back downstairs to find Julie on the couch, still buried in her book, nearly at the end. 

“Hey Jules, what’s up?” Wendy said with a smile.

“Oh, hey,” Julie cheerfully replied. “Not much.”

“So, listen, me and Dan were thinking… why don’t you stay with us for a bit?”

Julie seemed surprised. “Stay with you?" 

“Yeah, we’ve got the guest room,” Wendy explained.

A puzzled expression crossed Julie’s face. 

“I mean, only if you want to…just thought I’d throw it out there,” Wendy added quickly.

Julie sighed. “Well…honestly… it’s been pretty tough lately. Being alone in that house. The kids are with Greg and well, I guess it’s just been really lonely. Lots of memories.”

Wendy observed Julie, noticing a return to her usual self—her voice, mannerisms, everything. Except for the revealing outfit, it was like seeing her old friend again. She settled beside Julie on the couch.

"I get it. That's why you should crash with us for a few days. Get out of that house, be with friends. Maybe we could even hit up a spa or something."

Julie nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah…that sounds nice. You sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. You’re always welcome. I’m here for you, Julie. Whatever you need.”

Julie’s warm smile returned, replacing the strange vapid one from earlier. 

Wendy smiled back. “I’ll get the guest room ready for you. Get cozy, make yourself at home.”

Julie's grin widened, a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. 

“Thanks, Wendy. You’re the best.”

The next day, Wendy met Sara for lunch at their usual spot, filling her in on yesterday’s events. 

"You're really letting her stay with you?" Sara asked incredulously.  

"Of course, why not?"  

"That's pretty brave—doesn’t Dan work from home?" Sara remarked, her eyebrows raised in concern.  

“Yeah…” 

Sara's expression shifted to one of concern. 

Wendy leaned forward. “…what?” 

“Nothing…” 

“Just say it,” she insisted. 

“Come on, Wendy. Don’t play dumb. You really trust her around your husband? After what happened?”

Wendy scoffed. “You’re being ridiculous, this is Julie we’re talking about. She’s always been there for us.”

“I’m just saying…I wouldn’t leave her alone with my husband.”

“Dan would never,” Wendy asserted.

Sara shrugged. “Maybe…I don’t know. It’s just… the way she’s been acting…and that outfit. When I saw that picture, I couldn’t believe it. She looked like a hooker.”

“Now you’re just being rude. She’s just going through a tough time. Besides, I love Dan to death, but Julie can get a much better-looking guy than him.”

Sara chuckled. “Some women just want what they can’t have.”

“Not Julie." 

“Old Julie, sure…but new Julie? Who knows what she’s capable of. Seems like she’s taken that book of hers to heart,” Sara remarked. 

Wendy sighed. “Yeah...” 

“You should really talk with her about it.” 

“You’re right…speaking of which…have you been reading it?” Wendy inquired.

“A little yeah,” Sara admitted. “You?” 

“A bit,” Wendy confessed.  

“…what do you think?” Sara timidly asked. 

“It’s definitely…entertaining.”

“Yeah…” Sara agreed.

“I know it’s supposed to be satire but... I have to admit, there’s actually a lot really good advice in there.”

“Is that why you’re wearing that new outfit?” Sara asked, eyeing Wendy’s new clothes: a low-cut V-neck and a skirt. 

Wendy glanced down at herself. “Oh, right.” 

“I’ve never seen you wear a skirt to work before. And showing cleavage too? Very bold.”

“Just a little—you don’t like it?” 

“You look good. It’s just…different,” Sara remarked.

“What about you? Is that makeup I see? Plus those are some pretty short shorts you’re wearing,” Wendy teased playfully. “Trying to show off those long legs of yours?”

“As if—but I have to say…that book’s really spiced things up in the bedroom,” Sara admitted. 

A thought crossed Wendy’s mind: The bedroom is the bimbo’s domain…

“Oh really? How so?” Wendy excitedly asked.

“Just…trying new things. Reading it doesn’t get you… in the mood? All that sex talk?” 

“…not really,” Wendy lied.

“Maybe it’s just me…but its really helped our relationship. It's like our honeymoon all over again,” Sara grinned.

Wendy smiled back. “Well that’s good. Can’t hurt to shake things up a bit.”

Chapter Eight: Embracing Your Bimbo Sexuality

Wendy pulled into the office parking lot, realizing she still had fifteen minutes left on her lunch break. 

Feeling a surge of anticipation, she reached into her purse and pulled out the book. Yesterday had been so hectic, she hadn’t found a moment to read. But chatting with Sara had reignited her excitement. And maybe going through it would help shed some light on Julie’s situation too.

Wendy opened to her bookmark: Chapter Eight. 

“Embracing Your Bimbo Sexuality,” she read aloud.  

Bimbos embrace their sexuality. Pleasure is their priority.

A bimbo is always horny. She loves to show off her body. Doing so turns her on. 

Bimbos thrive on attention; they command the spotlight wherever they go.

A bimbo owns her curves—they’re her greatest asset.

Bimbos loves to excite men. Doing so turns them on. 

A bimbo finds herself filled with arousal at the worst possible moments.

Bimbos crave admiration. They bask in the adoration of others.

Bimbos love sex. It’s all they ever think about.

A bimbo needs to get off multiple times a day. 

Bimbos love to suck cock. They can’t get enough.

Bimbos are shameless. They embrace their sexuality without inhibition.

A bimbo can’t control herself. She always needs more. 

Embrace change. 

Embrace yourself. 

Embrace your sexuality. 

Embrace being a bimbo.

Wendy was so focused on the words in the book, she didn’t even notice her fingers sliding under her skirt, plunging into her wet pussy. She moaned with desire.

Embrace being a bimbo…

Wendy found herself rereading the passages again and again, moaning with pleasure, her fingers sliding in and out.

“Bimbos embrace their sexuality…” Wendy moaned. “A bimbo is always horny. Bimbos loves sex.”

“A bimbo owns her curves. Bimbos love to excite men. A bimbo needs to get off…”

“Bimbos crave admiration—oh fuck that feels good—bimbos love…suck cock…yummy cock…bimbos are sh—ohmygod—sha—mmm…”

Wendy was breathing quickly, overwhelmed with arousal. Her eyes glazed over as she mumbled the words. She began massaging her sensitive tits with her free hand. 

“…bimbos are shameless. A bimbo can’t control herself…” she exclaimed joyfully.

She was so close. Her fingers were rapidly thrusting inside herself. A slight giggle escaped her lips.

“Embrace change,” Wendy moaned, barely able to get the words out.

“Embrace my sexuality…Embrace…being…a bimbo…ohfuckohgodyesyesYESYESYES!” Wendy cried out. “YES!” 

Fireworks exploded in her brain. She flexed her hips, moaning loudly as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was the most incredible orgasm. Wendy closed her eyes and felt a dumb happiness wash over her.

Embrace being a bimbo…

Eventually the pleasure finally faded, and she opened her eyes. The past several minutes had been a blur. She adjusted her skirt, as her brain slowly recovered.

Embrace being a bimbo…

Wendy snapped back to reality—her eyes focusing on the open book lying in her lap. Glancing up at the clock, she realized she was running late.

“Crap!"

In a rush, she grabbed her things and rushed towards her office, quickly adjusting her outfit in the elevator.

Wendy blinked, trying to remember what had happened in the car. It was all one big blur. She guessed she must have dozed off for a moment. Lately, her sleep had been restless, filled with erotic dreams. There was a lingering sensation that she was forgetting something important, but she couldn't figure out what.

As she made her way through her workplace, Wendy couldn't help but notice the eyes following her every step, focused on her curvy body. 

Bimbos thrive on attention…

It wasn’t anything new. Her coworkers had been staring for the past several days, ever since she started dressing a bit more boldly. But today it felt different. For the first time, Wendy felt a thrill of arousal from their stares—growing more and more intense with each step.

Hurrying into her office, Wendy shut the door behind her, trying to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest, excitement pulsing through her body.

“What just happened?” she wondered. “Why does that feel so…good?”

Wendy always hated when men stared like that—when they sexualized her body. 

But now…she felt something new.

She needed a moment to compose herself, desperately hoping no one would stop by. So naturally, it came as no surprise when moments later there was a knock.

"Just a moment,” Wendy called out, but the door opened anyway.

It was her boss: Mr. Williams.

“You’re late,” he said sternly.

Wendy’s head was spinning, making it hard to think. Her body buzzed with arousal, tingling all over. She felt intoxicated from the intense pleasure.

“I’m sorry…I, uh…I don’t know what happened.”

“I expect better from you, Wendy.”

She loved the way he said her name.

Wendy…

“I know, I’m sorry, sir… it won’t happen again. I promise.”

Wendy couldn’t help but stare at his crotch as he continued reprimanding her. She found herself imagining how big his cock must be. If it was anything like his confidence, she knew it must be huge. She bit her lip.

“Are you listening?” he asked.

She snapped back to attention.

“Yes, sir. Absolutely,” Wendy replied, a giggle bubbling up unexpectedly. She quickly covered her mouth in surprise, unsure where that had come from.

Mr. Williams stared at her with a puzzled expression.

Wendy squirmed in her seat. “Why am I so horny?” she wondered. 

Her boss was a sexist pig…but he was still her boss—her superior. She needed to follow his orders, listen to him, but that didn’t mean she had to like the guy. Or imagine what his cock would taste like. She shivered with pleasure at the thought of it. 

“Wendy?”

“Yes, Mr. Williams. Whatever you say…” she mindlessly mumbled.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Keep it up. I’m impressed.”

"...really?" she asked, a surge of dumb happiness flooding her mind from his approval.

Mr. Williams closely examined her body, a look that made Wendy want to preen.  

“You’re showing real promise,” Mr. Williams added.

She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her chest forward. The more he stared, the hornier she became. It filled with her a sense of fulfillment. 

“If you need anything,” he said. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Yes, sir…thank you, sir,” Wendy submissively agreed.

Mr. Williams paused, taking one last glimpse before leaving.

The moment he left, Wendy threw her legs onto her desk and thrust her fingers into her needy pussy. It had taken all her willpower to control herself, but she couldn’t hold back anymore. 

As she enthusiastically fingered herself, her thoughts swirled with vivid erotic images—her boss bending her over his big wooden desk and fucking her silly; dropping down to her knees and passionately savoring his cock; his hands exploring her curvy body; surrendering to the fantasy of serving him as his loyal and devoted bimbo secretary—no matter how much she despised him, she couldn’t stop.

She hated how incredibly turned on she was becoming from these erotic visions. Her long-seated contempt for her boss only seemed to intensify her arousal. It was all so incredibly hot.

“Yessir, Yessir, Yessir, YESSIR!” she squealed with joy, climaxing shortly after. It was the most amazing feeling.

Wendy's giggles filled the room, her mind buzzing with a dumb, bubbly bliss. But then, as the high wore off, a surge of panic washed over her.

“…what’s happening to me…”