My Risky Threesome with Two Older Bosses in the Conference Room

Printer whirs in the open space. Coffee scent clings to the air, mixing with my spicy perfume. Colleagues’ eyes linger on my short violet dress. Buttons strain over the new redresse-seins my husband Laurent bought. Thong rides up as I shift dossiers. Heart pounds. Lunch break ends soon. Léopold’s note: conference room, 2 PM sharp. Kids at club till 6. Perfect cover.

Laurent dropped me at the parking lot. ‘Wear it all. Surprise him.’ His grin said he knew. Frustrated with this dead-end job—demoted from manager to drone— this spices it. Older men like Léopold fix that itch. Aristocratic vibe, white hair, Jean Rochefort charm. Could be my dad. Hotter for it.

The Mounting Tension

Open space hums. Mouse clicks echo on early PCs. Phones ring. I catch stares. Dress too short? Tanga peeks when I bend. Léopold’s office door opens. He nods. I grab files, legs shaky. Walk past desks. Whispers? Door to conference room swings. Click. Lock snaps. Sealed.

He towers. Eyes rake me. ‘Ravishing, Isabelle.’ Coat off—wait, no coat, just dress. Fingers undo buttons slow. Top pops open. Tits thrust forward in the shelf bra. Nipples bare, hard. ‘Magnificent plateau.’ Hands cup, tease. Light strokes. Pinches sting sweet. Tongue laps. Sucks hard. I melt. ‘Yours, Léopold.’ He grins dark. ‘Careful words. I’d torture these. Scratch, pierce, claim.’ Shiver. Pain-lust mix.

He circles. Dress falls. Thong aside. Cock out—huge for his age. Rubs ass crack. ‘Spread legs.’ I do. Hands knead tits. Verge grinds fesse. Printer drones outside. Risk spikes thrill.

Door? No knock. But eyes on us? Paranoia. He spreads blanket—picnic ruse?—on table. Sits me. Legs wide. Tongue dives pussy. Slurps wet. ‘Ahh… Oooh!’ Hips buck. Coffee breath? No, his cologne. Tongue flicks clit. I shatter. ‘AAAh!’ Body quakes. Pushes head away. He smirks.

The Explosive Fuck and Aftermath

My turn. Cock to lips. Gulp it. Balls heavy. Suck deep. He groans. Then—knock? No. Gustave enters. Léopold’s nod. Surprise voyeur. ‘Meet my friend. Thick cock for you.’ I’m stunned, pussy dripping. ‘Since you crave multiples…’

Léopold sheathes, slams in. Deep. ‘Ooooh!’ Fills me. Gustave pants cock. Thick as yogurt pots. ‘Try it?’ I lick. Suck. Léopold pounds. ‘Good pupil. Earn weekends with me.’ Laurent okays later. ‘Yes… exclusive.’ Swap. Gustave struggles condom. Angles thick head. Pushes. Stretches. ‘Slow!’ ‘Like lamb.’ Inch by inch. Lips pinch. Full. Léopold throat-fucks.

Gustave thrusts wild. Grunts. ‘Finally!’ Cums quick. Léopold back in. I cum screaming. Alternate. Suck clean. Re-harden. Laurent texts later—he knows. I drain two loads. Join? Imagines.

Finale: three cocks—wait, Gustave again, Léopold, me fingering for Laurent’s share. Cum blasts tits. Hot ropes on plateau bra. Drip.

Wipe quick. Perfume sprays. Dress buttons. Tits tucked, glistening secret. Unlock. Click. Back to open space. Dossiers down. Smile serene. Meeting resumes. Printer whirs. Coffee cools. No one knows. Mask on. But pussy throbs. Till next ‘lesson.’