How Far Is Too Far?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - David and Jia discover a new kink, but how far will they go?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cuckold Slut Wife MaleDom Interracial White Male Oriental Female Masturbation Big Breasts
David
Work the day after Jia’s and Tom’s strange and exciting rendezvous was dull, and I was already looking forward till next Wednesday. Tom seemed rather nervous but I pretended not to notice, and as the day wore on, he relaxed.
Half an hour before I was off, I got a text from Jia. I opened in the privacy of my office and was treated to a nice image of her delicious ass. It was in a black skirt but she held it up, letting me see her long smooth leg and a glimpse of a pair of black panties.
Underneath it said: “Not just for you anymore” and a winky emoji.
“God, Jia,” I gasped. I loved how she leaned into this teasing-angle. She was amazing!
I studied the picture excessively, admiring the curve of her ass, her golden skin-tone, her strong legs ... and I imagined Tom’s huge hands groping it, squeezing it. In my mind, she was pressing her ass into his fingers, letting him explore as he pleased.
It was an insanely hot image, and it was everything I wanted from her. My heart was beating crazy fast, and I was almost drooling like a horny teenager.
How to reply though?
I could just reply, as I did last time, that she was hot - which she was - and that I loved the message - which I did. But I could come up with something better, I was sure of that.
[Youre so hot, he couldnt keep his hands away!!!] I wrote with shaking hands and pressed send. That let her know that I liked it - AND that I was thinking about yesterday. Honestly, I’d been thinking about yesterday a whole lot.
I tried to focus on work but I kept looking at my phone, wondering if she’d reply. A couple of minutes later, it vibrated and I immediately snatched it up and read the text from my wife.
[I can still feel his big, big hands on my butt.] it said. My heart was going a hundred miles an hour and I couldn’t sit still.
While I was trying to compose a reply, a new message come: ‘HUGE really’ it just said. There was no doubt in my mind that she wasn’t talking about hands. The clear implication that my wife was thinking about the size of another man’s cock was driving me crazy.
[Im sure he can still feel your ass too] I wrote.
[And he misses it!!!] I added. Just for good measure. And why wouldn’t he?
She took her sweet time replying but when it finally showed up it made me groan in excitement.
[He’ll just have to wait for Wednesday.] and two winking smileys and one with a halo.
“Oh shit, oh wow,” I breathed. She was going for a repeat performance on Wednesday! I had hoped she would, of course, but it was insane to get it confirmed.
[Were ALL looking forward to it!!!] I answered, letting her know I was SO on board.
[As you should.] came her short response. Was she mad? That I was insinuating that she was also looking forward to it? Did I push too far too fast? She’d seemed to be into it, after all.
[I love you] I texted her nervously and added a heart and a smiling emoji.
[I love you too.] she replied with three hearts. Okay, good, she wasn’t mad. Now I just needed the time to pass so I could get home to her!
While still checking my phone regularly (It was possible (though maybe not probable) I could overhear the vibrations when I was busy with work), I managed to focus on my work for the next 20 minutes until I could get out of the office. Sadly, no new messages came.
“I love you so much!” I told her and kissed her. I’d just gotten home and had found her in the kitchen where the food was almost done.
“I love you too,” she grinned at me, her face lightening up.
“You’re just ... so amazing!” I had to let her know.
“Well,” she said and tilted her head teasingly, “glad you’ve noticed.”
“And I want you so bad...” I whispered into her ear.
She cast a quick glance at the stove, turned it off and pushed the pot of rice off the heat and shut off the oven.
“It’ll keep...” she said with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. It took a second before I caught her meaning, and then we rushed off to the bedroom, shedding clothes on the way.
Less than five minutes after I’d entered my house, I was buried to the hilt in my incredible wife, making her cry out in arousal.
I was definitely not the only one who enjoyed our little game, I thought as I pushed myself into her again and again. She was on her back, legs wrapped around me, her long hair spread as a halo around her head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and making all manners of pleasurable noises.
“Tom misses your ass,” I told her and she moaned loudly in reply.
“He wants to grope you again ... and kiss you again!” I continued. Talking like this was among the most erotic things I’d ever done. Only, I was worried I’d go too far, so i tried to reign it in ... at least a little.
“Yesss...” she sighed. I bent down and kissed her and she hungrily kissed me back.
“He wants you...” I said.
“Of course he does!” she answered, “he ... ah! he wants to take me away from you. Oh yes...”
“Ahh...” I grunted.
“Do you like that? That he’s ... AH! That he’s trying to steal your wife away from you? Your woman!” she wondered while I kept thrusting into her.
“It’s fucking hot. I have the sexiest woman on the planet ... and he’s got squat ... He can just watch ... and be jealous...”
“Mhm ... he’s done a little more than ... watching though...” she reminded me.
“Ah, yes ... God, that was sexy...”
“Tell me, David, nae sarang ... what ... what do you want to happen?” she asked, her eyes suddenly serious and focused on mine.
“I want you to cum ... and then I want to cum,” I answered honestly.
She gave me a playful slap on my arm, “with this whole Tom-situation!” she exclaimed, “he’ll want more, you know that!”
“I ahh ... I don’t ... know...” Well, that was kinda a lie. I did know what I want, but I wasn’t ready to tell her. She already knew though, I figured, since she’d been on that discord-server and seen what I was into.
“You don’t know?” she wondered doubtfully, “after ... all this, you ... don’t know?”
I didn’t reply for a good, long while. Instead I focused on her; how sexy she looked, how wonderful she felt, how much I loved her.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to say the words.
Just the thought of it made my arousal triple, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I hammered into her faster and faster, while trying to gather the courage to say what she already knew.
“I want ... I want you to let him fuck you...” I whispered into her ear, admitting my twisted desire to her.
She looked at me, her mouth open and breathing hard, but her eyes filled with love and understanding.
Our mouths met in a long, intense kiss.
And I came in a thunderous orgasm.
“So, ehm ... a situation is developing,” Jia told me. Her language always got more uptight when she was nervous, so I instantly paid attention to her. It was Saturday night, and neither of us had mentioned Tom or anything like that since my ... confession Thursday night.
I still had very mixed feelings about that. For one, Jia hadn’t cum, and that stung. I’d always prided myself on letting her get hers, but when I’d ... said those words ... I just couldn’t hold back anymore. It had felt so good to finally say it! Even though she probably already knew.
Then the post-nut clarity had hit, and I’d felt odd and embarrassed. Jia had been understanding and loving, of course, and we’d just cuddled without talking about ... that.
“Yeah? What is it, dear?” I asked and put my phone away. Jia had put some silly show on the television but we were both sitting with our phones, unwinding after a rather productive Saturday. She’d been in the garden, and I’d been cleaning as well as preparing some notes for a meeting on Monday.
“Easier if I just show you,” she mumbled and scooted closer to me on the couch, showing me her phone.
It was her instagram-profile, more specific an image of her in a bathing-suit. A damn sexy picture, to be honest, that I’d taken a couple of years ago at the beach. The suit was red and deeply cut, showing off her golden boobs and the angle gave the viewer an easy look down her cleavage.
“Yeah, you’re hot,” I agreed, “but I already knew that.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and we both laughed.
“Look at this latest comment,” she instructed and pointed my attention away from her delicious curves and down to the comment-section. Where a user named Big_Tom82 had posted: ‘I’m whistling at you right now!!!’
“What? Whistling?” I asked, a little confused, though the meaning was hard to miss. She blushed a little, her golden skin growing darker.
“Just a little ... inside joke,” she said.
They had inside jokes? Was that worrying? It was arousing but it also made me feel ... strange. Outside. Mostly aroused though.
“Well, he whistled at me one time when I came to the office, and when I told him off about it, he said I should take it as a compliment,” she quickly explained, “but that’s not the point. I didn’t think it was a good idea for people too see Tom of all people leave thirsty comments on my insta-pics. People at your office might talk, and I doubt Grover would get it.”
Grover was the district-manager and my direct supervisor. And no, he would most definitely not understand.
“You’re right,” I nodded, “I’ll talk to him-”
“Oh, I already did,” she mumbled and opened their chat.
Jia: You shouldn’t comment on my pictures.
Big_Tom82: cant put up pics like those and expect a guy not to react babe
Jia: And how do you think my husband, YOUR BOSS, will think about your horny comments?!?
Big_Tom82: aww worried hubby will find out about us?
Jia: There’s nothing to find out! Just stop leaving comments on my pictures.
Big_Tom82: nothing huh?
Bib_Tom82: Seem to me like there was something
Big_Tom82: I can stop but youll have to send me something to look at then
Jia: What are you talking about?
Big_Tom82: u know something sweet
Big_Tom82: something not on ur insta my own private pics.
That’s how far the conversation went. She’d gotten the last message half an hour ago.
I read the few lines of text again and again, trying to get a hold of my emotions. Them talking like this was ... and him demanding pictures of MY wife was ... and the fact that she hadn’t told him off was making me shake with nervous arousal.
“You could just block him, you know?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I was still embarrassed about what I’d said last time we made love and didn’t want her to know how strongly this affected me.
“I could,” she agreed and studied my face. I forced myself to meet her eyes, and I was sure she knew what I was thinking.
“Where’s the fun in that though?” she added after a long moment’s silence and bit her lip in a most endearing fashion.
“You mean...?” I asked, mouth dry.
“If you want me to,” she said, “only if you want me to.”
Did I want her to? Of course, I did, but it was insane! We’d be handing damning material to a guy who was certainly no friend of mine. Not exactly a rival – not professionally, at least, but still one I needed to keep an eye on.
“No ... no face,” I mumbled without looking at her. That way we could keep it under control, at least somewhat.
She gave me a kiss and left me alone in the living-room, her silly show still on. She was going to take pictures ... right? It had to be that.
Shit, she just left me alone to make dirty pics for her ... well, whatever he was. I felt light-headed and worried and so, so confused. I wanted this but I felt so ... I couldn’t even describe it to myself.
I sat on the couch for ... like 30 minutes, wondering what to do. Should I follow her, maybe watch her take that picture – or pictures! Even help her perhaps? Or should I stay? She hadn’t invited me along but shouldn’t I be a part of ... this?
Finally, I got up and went to our bedroom where Jia was on the bed in her night-dress, using her phone.
“Oh, hi, nae sarang,” she smiled when she saw me.
“So?” I asked as I stepped into the room and sat down on the bed.
“So?” she repeated, her smile wider and more teasing than ever.
“Well, you never came back! What happened? The pictures?! Did you do it?” I exclaimed. God, she was such a tease.
“I did as you wanted, yeah,” she nodded, “and then I’ve been ... chatting a little with my new admirer.” She blushed as she said that last part but there was an excited glint in her eyes.
“Just as I wanted, huh? So you don’t enjoy teasing that great, big creep?” I inquired, “what have you been chatting about?”
“Well ... maaaybe...” she admitted, grinning but completely ignored my question about their chat.
“Shit, you’re so hot, honey! Let me see!”
“I don’t know, David,” she said, her brows furrowing. She began playing with her nose-stud.
“What?” I demanded. I wanted to see those pictures, and I wanted to see what they’d been saying to one another. We were in this together, damnit!
“Well, it’s just ... he asked for something just for him ... so it doesn’t seem fair to let you see them too,” she explained and looked at me intensely.
“I ... I ... you won’t let me see the ... the naughty pictures you sent to ... to Tom?” I stammered incredulously.
“No...” she said slowly and sat up and crawled next to me, “how does that make you feel...?” She put her hand on my crotch and easily felt the hard outline of my erection.
“Pretty good it seems,” she said without waiting for an answer.
“Christ, Jia,” I mumbled as she opened my pants and started stroking my dick, first through my boxers but then she lowered them, getting her little fingers around my hardon. Her hands were so soft that I couldn’t focus on anything else.
“I can tell you that Tom really appreciated my photos... Really appreciated them,” she told me in a naughty voice.
“Oh God...” I gasped.
Still rubbing me she pulled up her phone, though held it at such an angle that I couldn’t see the screen.
“Do you want to know what he said?” she wondered, stoking the fires of my arousal.
“Please, yes...” I all but begged.
She split her attention between slowly stroking my hard dick and controlling her phone one-handed.
“Let’s see ... you’re sure you can handle hearing what another man said about your wife? Not everyone would like that, you know...” she commented in a teasing voice without slowing down her strokes.
Her teasing was making me crazy, and my dick loved her attention, her slow strokes that kept the fire burning but didn’t send me over the edge.
“Please...” I asked meekly.
“If you’re sure,” she shrugged, “when he got the first pic, he wrote: [yeah thats what im talking about]. Not good with apostrophes, is he? Or punctuation, at all, really,” she remarked somewhat crassly, the librarian in her suddenly emerging.
My sex-crazed mind was trying to keep up with the naughty words another man was sending her ... and her disappointment with his grammar.
“I ... I guess not,” I mumbled, “but ... but he liked the picture.” I tried getting her back on track.
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess that’s what’s important,” she agreed. Then she shot me an indignant look and added: “Of course he liked the picture! My boobs in the black bra, and he would disapprove? I think not!”
“No ... no, of course not,” I nodded, “so you gave him a cleavage-shot huh? God, it must have been hot...”
“It was,” she smiled down at me, “and you can’t see it...”
“Christ, Jia...” I gasped and my dick jerked at her words. When did she become so good at teasing?! She felt it, I was sure, and paid extra mind to my erection for a little while, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“You want the rest of the texts, or is it too much?” she wondered after having listened to me groan for a good while. I had no idea how long though, I had lost all track of time.
“Please, I want it all!”
“Well, I sent another picture - that you can’t see either - and he sent back: [wowza that ass looks divine cant wait for wednesday]. I guess, he assumes we’re- oh,” she interrupted herself and stopped her hand as well.
“What?” I asked.
“He ... ehm, he ... he just sent me a picture...” she fumbled with the words.
“Of what?” I asked and tried to sit up and see the screen but she moved it out of my view.
“Well ... of himself, really. Just in ... boxers ... Well, it’s mostly his ... well, his...” she stopped speaking and just showed me the phone.
An image of a man filled the screen, or rather the lower part of a man. A heavy-set man who was slowly losing the fight against his beer-gut, with large, powerful thighs and a tattoo snaking its way up the arm that was in view.
Tom in other words. And what caught my attention - and what I knew had caught Jia’s attention as well - was the outline of something large down his right thigh.
A cock. A huge, fucking cock.
He was pulling his boxers tight around it so it stood out clear and impossible not to spot.
“Jeez...” I gasped, more than impressed despite my disdain for the man.
Jia looked from me to the phone and back again. Then a smile slowly spread on her full lips and she leaned down to whisper in my ear: “Do you want to ... finish ... while I look at my new picture?” She squeezed my dick that was ready to explode.
“I ... I...” Of course I did! But I didn’t really want to say that. It was too embarrassing.
“Yes or no, David,” she demanded and released my dick, leaving it alone and desperate for her touch. She had the most insufferable glint in her eyes - one that told me she enjoyed putting me on the spot like this!
“Yes,” I admitted, “I do.”
“Mhm, I thought you might,” she said and grasped my dick again.
“Oh yes!” I gasped.
“It’s ... it’s quite ... quite big, isn’t it?” she asked me, taking her eyes of the screen to look at me, again gauging my reaction.
“I ... I guess,” I said.
“You guess? Do you want to see it again?” she teased me.
“No ... I’m ... I’ll...” My mouth couldn’t form words anymore. The sheer eroticism of Jia studying another man’s dick while she was stroking mine was making my brain short-circuit.
“Quite ... biiig...” she said slowly, and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I thrust up into her hand and exploded, sending waves of cum shooting up into the air before they fell down on my crotch, pants and shirt from my stomach to my chest ... and on Jia’s hand.
“Fuuuuck...” I gasped as I bathed in the orgasm, one of the most powerful I had ever felt.
Jia wiped her hand on my shirt and laid down next to me, her head on my shoulder.
“You liked it?” she asked, all innocently, like she hadn’t just teased an insanely powerful orgasm out of me by talking about another man’s size.
“I ... yeah,” I sighed, though I started to feel that shame once again.
We lay a while in silence, just enjoying each other.
“You know, it’s probably photo-shopped,” I had to say.
“Hmm?” Jia asked, apparently not following my line of thought.
“The picture. The ... the one he sent you. It’s probably photo-shopped,” I repeated.
“You think so?” she wondered.
I didn’t. Not really. Tom wouldn’t know how to do something as sophisticated as that, I was fairly sure.
“Maybe,” I shrugged, feeling pretty insecure. Maybe it was Jia’s obvious interest in that big bulge, maybe the fact that I had cum (and cum hard) to her admiring that bulge, maybe it was just male ego that made me say it.
“Maybe,” she agreed and we cuddled without saying much.
Jia
I needed a second opinion. I was too involved and David was too caught up in his fantasies to look at his with even a shred of objectivity or clear judgment. I couldn’t talk to my family, of course, they’d never understand, not even my older sister Nari who was more ... worldly than the rest of them.
The internet had been a help, of course. There were entire forums and lots of subreddits dedicated to this kind of lifestyle, but while they gave me some insight into the whys (and a lot of ideas as to the hows) of my husband’s kink, they still didn’t know our situation. And I didn’t want to ask horny internet-strangers whether or not I should try to live out this fantasy. I could guess what they’d answer, the perverts.
That was why Monday I knocked on the open door to Madison Turner’s small office and stepped inside. It had been almost a week since Tom and I had gotten ... a little more intimate than was the idea, and Wednesday was fast approaching.
Technically, Madison was my boss but in reality she was my favourite colleague and one of my best friends. She was a pretty woman a little older than me with long, honey-blonde hair and intense, green eyes.
The office was very small and very messy. Books of all kinds; instruction-manuals, children’s books and novels lay spread around her desk, mixed with papers of various kinds and the bookcase behind her was filled with binders in various colours.
“Hey Jia,” she said and looked away from the computer for a short second, “any trouble?”
“No,” I answered, “well, yes, but not with...” I gestured out the open door to the rest of the library, “can we talk?”
“Of course,” she answered and gave me more attention.
“About something ... private?” I clarified, feeling awfully nervous. How would I even breach the subject of mine and David’s ... illicit desires? Or ... David’s desires at any rate.
“Of course,” she said again and finally gave me her full attention, leaning forward, a curious expression on her bespectacled face.
I closed the door behind me and sat down in the chair in front of her desk, trying to figure out how to start.
“So...?” she asked, raising her eye-brows.
“it’s a bit personal,” I squirmed, trying to find the best way to bring it up, “but ... well...” I ran out of words, and she looked at me with concern.
“It is something with David?” she wondered.
“Yes,” I admitted, looking into her eyes through her cat-eye glasses.
“Is he sick?”
“No...” Not the kind of sick she was thinking of at least, “it’s ... okay, it’s about ... sex.” I blushed at the admission. Thankfully, it’s harder to tell with my dark skin.
“Oh.” She sat back in her office-chair, caught off guard.
“David has ... has this kind of fantasy, okay? And he wants to live it out. And ... in a way I do too ... but I’m worried it’ll change our relationship, somehow.”
“O-kay,” Madison said slowly and nodded, “and this fantasy ... is it ... safe?”
“I ... well, physically, yeah, I guess,” I shrugged.
“And you won’t tell me what it is?”
I didn’t. Not really. But how was she going to give me any meaningful advice, if I didn’t?
“David ... wants me to sleep with one of his employees,” I said simply. There it was.
“Oh.” Was that all she had to say?
“Long story short, this employee, Tom, wasn’t doing his job properly, so David told him to stay late Wednesdays, when he’s also staying late. And...” I paused. How had all this madness started?
“And?” Madison asked. Impatient much? Let me tell the story!
“And well, I usually bring David dinner Wednesdays, right? ‘Cause he’s staying late. And that day, Tom apparently checked me out when I was leaving, and David caught him doing it. Only instead of getting angry, he ... he got turned on. And we had sex when he got home. Since then I’ve ... kinda dressed up every Wednesday. For them.” The words tumbled out of my mouth - It was like now that I’d begun I wanted it all over with at once.
“Okay. A little harmless fun?” Madison wondered, and I blushed harder.
“That’s how it started. Then ... well, I don’t know how but the stakes got upped, you know? Some talking, some flirting ... and last Wednesday, we ... we kissed.”
“Really?” Madison’s eyebrows were so high, they were almost at her hair-line, “and David knows?”
I nodded, looking down.
“And he’s okay with it?” she asked, carefully neutral.
“More than okay, actually,” I admitted, still looking down, feeling an intense shame on my husband’s behalf. Oh my, if he knew I was talking to Madison about this! He’d be mortified.
“But he wants more? “she guessed. Well, yes, I’d already said as much.
I said nothing but simply nodded.
“And what do you want, Jia?” she asked, her tone very mild.
“I ... I want my husband to be happy. That’s ... that’s my priority,” I said, finally meeting her eyes again.
“And you’re not sure if sleeping with this other man will make him happy?” she asked shrewdly, “you’re worried he’s not careful with what he wishes for, as the saying goes?”
“Yes, precisely. I mean, maybe he wants it now but what if he changes his mind? After? Then...” I shrugged helplessly.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” she nodded.
“So what should I do?” I asked, throwing out my arms.
“Well, I think there’s something you should take into your considerations,” Madison said and held my eyes.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I...”
“I know your husband wants you to sleep with this guy, but do you want to?” she asked sternly. She had captured my eyes, and I couldn’t look away.
“I...” Oh dear, my face felt so hot! If this had been a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of my ears, and in one of David’s animes I would be sweating huge drops down my face.
“You’re maybe on the same page as your husband?” my friend asked, correctly gauging the source of my embarrassment.
I shrugged weakly, not willing to admit to anything.
“You want my advice?” she asked.
“Of course.” This was what I was here for after all.
“Live a little. If you want it, and if David wants it, then enjoy your life! But,” and she held up a warning finger, “make sure you’re both on the same page all the way. Make sure he can’t afterwards complain that you didn’t listen to him. Make him tell you what he wants, don’t just guess. I know David, and he can be a little vague. No offence...”
“None taken. You really think this is the right thing to do?”
“What’s the right thing? Just don’t end up all ‘it might have been’ eh?”
“Whittier,” I replied, with a little smile. She enjoyed giving me quotes that she felt I ought to know. That wasn’t even a difficult one.
“Atta girl,” she smiled.
Tuesday night found me feeling pretty antsy. Tomorrow was ... so unknown. What would happen? I had no idea. Somehow, I had lost control - and to Tom, of all people! Not that there was anything wrong with Tom, he was just ... not my type. To put it mildly. Older, out of shape ... and my husband’s subordinate, for crying out loud! He should be wrapped around my finger, eager to do my bidding, and yet here we were.
Over these last weeks, things had certainly ... escalated, and not in a way I had really intended. Not planned for, at least. Last Wednesday, when he had kissed me and touched me had been ... well, it hadn’t been the plan.
David’s reaction had been all I needed to keep going though. I was finally giving him what he needed. And Madison’s advice had been sound. Live a little indeed.
The picture Tom had sent me had cemented the fact that David’s kink was real and powerful. Especially when I ... when I pointed out Tom’s ... endowment. He’d certainly liked that.
I did feel bad for him though. He seemed so embarrassed by his needs. That ridiculous line about photo-shop? Please. And how he couldn’t even look at me after he’d admitted that he wanted me to sleep with Tom? Well, hopefully he’d get over it ... if we kept playing this strange game of his.
Not that I planned on sleeping with Tom. I didn’t. But I could tease the both of them from here to eternity, and they’d love it.
But ... well ... I didn’t plan on sleeping with Tom, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t. On the other hand, I hadn’t planned on kissing him either, and yet here we were.
Which was why I was wearing my sexy, red bra- and panties-set that David so loved, and why I was putting on too much make-up right now. I knew how much he adored my eyes, and a healthy dose of eye-shadow accentuate them and red lipstick would drive the poor man insane. I needed to seduce my husband tonight, and this look would easily accomplish that.
“Hello honey,” I murmured as I stepped into the bedroom in my slutty get-up, where he was already in bed, checking his phone.
“Wow, JIA!” he gasped, clearly caught off guard. I gave him a sultry smile and crawled into bed, in under his duvet and up upon him, my butt resting against his crotch.