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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)

As the image loads your mind is blown. Rachel is wearing the red dress with the buttons down the front. It looks a lot shorter than you remembered and exposes a little of creAmy thigh above the lacy top of the stockings. Lower down you notice the three-inch red heels showing off Rachel’s calves to perfection. If that isn’t sexy enough, Rachel’s boobs are pushing at the opening of the dress where she has left the top two buttons undone. Dragging your eyes up to your girlfriend’s face you see that she has pulled out all the stops with her makeup. It’s perfectly done, leaving all the work to the bright red lipstick which is an exact match for the bright red of the dress.

Your phone beeps again, and you involuntarily jerk your hand away from rubbing your swelling member.

Rachel: Cat got your tongue? Hope I get a better response from the guys. Gotta go! Bye xxx

You slump back onto the bed and stare of the image on your phone thinking about how your girlfriend’s workmates will react. Probably the same way you are, you think, as you unzip your pants and start wanking while swapping between the boob pic from yesterday and the red dress pic. It doesn’t take long before you’re spurting all over yourself. In a wave of relief, you chuckle thinking that if those guys don’t have a crafty wank in the rest-room, they’ll end up with a severe case of blue balls before the night is out.

A few hours go by without incident, and you decide that Rachel has had her fun, so you climb into bed and drift off to sleep. In the morning you grab your phone only to see a string of messages from your girlfriend.

“The guys like my outfit ;-)”

“Reception is booaaring… heading out to a club.”

There is a break for about fifteen minutes, before another text was sent. This time your heart starts to beat faster as you read.

“Wow, this place is amazeballs!”

“The guys got a bit handsy in the cab, but I’m OK ;-)”

Another fifteen minute break and you scroll down to the next series of messages. The tone seems to have changed.

“You there?”

“Humph. Your girlfriend getting a good feeling up not interesting enough for you hey?”

“OK. Fine. The guys wanna say thx for sharing your girlfriend with them tho”

The last one is followed by a group selfie. Rachel is sitting on a couch with three men surrounding her, waving at the camera. There is a tall heavy-set man leaning in from behind, with a shorter, quite rotund man on her left and a medium-build guy on her right. Rachel is smiling happily up at the lens, and the angle clearly shows her creAmy boobs pushing at the opening of her dress. Zooming in, you notice why: there are now three buttons undone. This hasn’t escaped the attention of the men — all three are obviously looking down her dress. Your girlfriend has her legs crossed, and the split in the dress has fallen open. No doubt helped by the pudgy guy who’s hand is resting on her thigh above the stocking top.

“Still no reaction?”

“Club is closing as were heading back. Speak now or hold your peace.”

’What the fuck does that mean?’ you think as you slowly scroll down to see the next message. It’s a pic with a caption.

“I get it… silence is consent! Thx babe xxx”

It’s another group selfie. You recognize the room as your girlfriend’s from the original selfie. They must have put the phone on a table and used a timer because the picture shows the four of them full length. Rachel is sitting on the edge the bed between the knees of the larger guy, and her dress is now unbuttoned half-way down to her waist, gaping wide open, showing her boobs barely encased in the lacy cream bra. His arms are over her shoulders with one hand cupping a breast inside the bra. The other two guys are sitting on the floor on either side of your girlfriend, each holding a stocking-clad calf, spreading her legs so you can see her panties. Once again, the pudgy guy is taking advantage and is squeezing Rachel’s thigh. She is smiling.

The image is both arousing and horrifying at the same time: your boner is aching but you’re really worried about what happened next. Surely Rachel didn’t do anything crazy. Maybe this is all just a part of the game and those guys are just playing along. After all, she can be very convincing. On the other hand, the picture and caption were pretty suggestive. What’s worse is that you can see in the app that your girlfriend was “last seen” several hours after the time-stamp on the text. Before you realize it, your phone goes dead. You quickly scramble to find a charger to see if there were any more texts.