[darkknightatl]

The house was silent except for the TV in the background. The kids were at camp for the next two weeks and Robert was away on a business trip. For a change I had nothing to do after a long day of work. I kicked off my heels, hopped into bed and picked up the house phone to call my best friend Jody, to catch up.

"Hey girl, what's going on? Everything going okay with you, I haven't heard from you in awhile."

"Yes, everything is good. I'm doing fine, just getting ready for date night with hubby."

"Oh great, you two eating out?"

Jody laughed.

"The only thing Keith better be eating out is me! We haven't done it in ten days and I'm about to go crazy. I got the kids out of the house. I picked up some naughty lingerie and it will be on as soon as he walks in the door."

"I'm happy for you. I know you two will have fun. I'm kind of jealous. I wish it was only ten days for us." I groaned.

"Really, I thought you two would be doing it like rabbits? I know how you were back in your single days."

"That was a long time ago it seems. I don't know what to do to get Jason's attention."

"I will sometimes send Keith a sexy cell phone picture of my pussy after I have shaved or when I'm really horny. That always seems to do the trick and has him racing home from work. You should try it."

"Jason is in New York on a business trip, that's not going to do any good and I'm not sure he would like it if I did that."

"He will like it, you should do it. Now would be a great time. That way when he gets home he will go down on you till you beg him to stop."

"I don't know Jody, maybe. I'm not even sure he likes eating pussy, the way he goes down on me. That is the rare times he does."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, Bailey. You have the body of a twenty-seven year old, arctic blue eyes, and that sexy red mane of yours; Keith should be on you all the time. Girl, you have more problems than I thought you had. Oh shit! I think that is Keith coming in. Take a pic, send it to him and let me know what happens, okay? I've got to run."

I hung up the phone and saw my cell phone sitting on my nightstand just calling out to me. With all of this sex talk I could feel my body start to ache for some sexual attention. I tried to get my mind off it but I would find my left hand creeping into the waistband of my panties as I watched TV.

I wanted to feel the sensation of a man tongue buried between my thighs, lustfully licking my neglected clit.

"Why the hell not," I said to myself. "What do I have to loose? If he gets upset with me for sending him a naughty picture of my pussy, what's the worse thing he can do? Not have sex with me? Hell, he's not fucking me now."

I slipped off my pants and threw my panties to the floor. I grabbed my cell phone and stretched out my smooth alabaster legs into a wide "V" with my knees up and feet flat on the bed. I splayed my soft pink lips open with two fingers and snapped the picture. I gazed as the image of my pussy glistening wet with my clit distended, standing at attention, demanding to be touched. As I looked intently at the erotic image of myself my body began to throb with lust and ache with need. I hastily tapped the screen and sent the photo.

My phone beeped and a message appeared.

"Sent to Russell Shaw".

A panic flashed red deep down to my core.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed out loud. "How could I be so stupid?"

I couldn't believe I actually sent my "X-rated" photo to my co-worker instead of my husband.

I swiftly typed a message to Russ: "Sorry, that wasn't intended for you."

A new message popped up on my phone from Russ.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I'm jealous of who it was intended for."

"I feel horrible, that was completely unprofessional of me," I texted him back.

"You shouldn't feel so bad. I enjoyed it. Here is something, so we will be even."

A photo of Russell's cock appeared on my cell phone screen. I was shocked, amazed, and really turned on all at the same time. Seeing a man's cock isn't the kind of thing that would generally turn me on but what he had going on was extraordinary. Nicely trimmed black hair, deep dark mocha skin, a shaft as thick as a can of Red Bull that dangled almost as long as a flashlight.

"Shit Russell, who knew you were packing all of that," I muttered to myself.

The next day I was nervous while waiting for Russell in the conference room, my face obscured behind my laptop screen. I knew he would bring up the photo I sent him but he didn't say a word about it. We went right to work on the Graham account.

It was late in the evening when we were finally finished. The building was silent except for the hum of the ventilation system. Russell sat across from me with his pink tie loosened at his neck. His eyes were dark and shiny as beer bottle glass, intently focused on his phone in hand.

"What are you looking at Russ?" I asked while looking up at him through scarlet-colored bangs.

"Nothing, just nothing."

"You're not looking at the photo I sent you, are you?" I questioned while I leaned back into my chair and crossed my legs in front of him.

"What? No, not at all," Russ placed his phone down on the table, his white teeth flashed against his dark skin.

"Yes you are, don't lie to me Russ. You know, you are not a very good liar."

"I guess you got me. It's just such a sexy picture of you. I can't stop looking at it."

I was truly flattered by his comment and couldn't help but smile. I licked my sultry-pink lips unconsciously.

"Did you look at the photo I sent you? I didn't hear back from you last night," he asked and sat up in his chair.

"Yes, I saw your pic."