Conference room door clicks shut. Locked. Printer hums outside. Mouse clicks fade from open space. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Thick. Intoxicating. Colleagues linger after hours. Stacks of dossiers between us. Eyes lock. Mine dart. Ambitious me, Clara, always professional. But tonight? Hierarchy’s crumbling. Boss Denis watches hungry. Younger guys, older ones too. Twenty years my senior. All staring at my firm tits under blouse. Skirt hugs my shaved pussy. We met years ago on vacation. Reserved then. With boring Gilles. Now? Married seven years to my man. Sex evolved. Mutual shaving. Porn. 69s. Fantasies whispered. Trios. Swaps. I resisted first. Anger flared. But porn scenes lingered. Imagined cocks. Jerked harder. Told him. Fucked wild. Ready now.
Tension snaps. Hands grab. Skirt hikes. Panties rip. First cock slams pussy. Hard. Methodical. Quinquagenarian boss-type. Belly jiggles. Vigorous thrusts. Rip my moans. “Fuck yes, pound me.” Second invades mouth. Guides head. Fucks throat. Gags. Saliva drips. Third in hand. Stroke fast. Rotate. Cum in condom after condom. But mouths bare. First load hits. Thick. Swallow some. Cough rest. Signal. Frenzy. Cocks pull out. Blast face. Tits. Body. Hot ropes. Animal grunts. I abandon. Eyes sparkle to my man watching. Erect. Aching.
The Building Tension
Partners kiss. Thank. I rise. Sperm streaks chest. Face sticky. Stumble to bathroom. Door ajar. No lock. Worry him? Enter. Shock. Denis behind. Standing fuck in shower. Hands grip hips. Pants. Sweats. Frenzies. Condom strains. “Take it, slut.” I gasp. He limps deep. Water sprays. My man approaches. Can’t hold. “Kneel.” Cock shoves lips. Brutal. Choke. Hoquet. Jets fill mouth. Swallow. Denis speeds. I scream. He explodes.
The Explosive Release
Never dreamed. But built slow. Same year born, 1973. Airport reunion. Fucked that night. Sweet starts. Learned blowjobs. Deep throat. Saliva slick. I taught him cunnilingus. No anal. Often. Anywhere. Shave weekly. Pubes gone. Balls teased. Vulva bare. Triangle above. Porn together. 69 to orgasm. Filmed ourselves. Then fantasies. Shocked first. “Cheat? Whore?” Stormed out. But pondered. Asked during 69. “Others?” All excite. Love you most. Kiss. Distance grew. Confessed imaginings. Jizz harder. Fucked all night. Ready for libertine world.
Mask on. Wipe cum. Adjust blouse. Buttons straight. Skirt smooth. Perfume sprays over sex stink. Coffee lingers. Door unlocks. Click. Back to open space. Dossiers wait. Smiles professional. “Meeting resumes?” They nod. Heart races. Adrenaline pure. Luxure hidden. Serious facade. But pussy throbs. Cum dries inside. Risk of surprise? My thrill. Bureau drone resumes. Printer whirs. Clicks. I sit. Cross legs. Wet. Ambitious still. But forever changed.