Printer hums faintly down the hall. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Open-space buzzes. Eyes dart. My tight purple dress hugs curves. Deep V-neck teases cleavage. Ambitious? Yes. Slutty secret? Absolutely. My husband winks across desks. He set this up. Kids at grandparents. ‘Wear it,’ he texted. I did. Colleague climbs stairs to our floor. Fifties, silver hair, confident stride. Not fat. Alluring. He heads to conference room. We follow. ‘Best spot for this presentation,’ he says. Door clicks shut. Lock snaps. Heart races. Dim lights. Projector flickers. Seats center row. Husband drops jacket on empty chair. Grabs my hand. Fingers intertwine. Trailers roll—no, slides start. Man sits right next to me. Bold. Dives gaze into my tits. I whisper to husband: ‘He could’ve picked anywhere.’ ‘Prime view,’ husband murmurs. Film—meeting—begins. Husband’s palm on my thigh. I tense. ‘Stop! He’ll see!’ ‘He won’t mind.’ Dress hikes up. Smooth skin exposed. Thigh quivers. Zipper rasps softly. Husband grins. I peek. Man’s stroking his cock. Massive. ‘He’s jerking off!’ I hiss. ‘Keep going.’ Legs part slightly. I glance. Thick shaft throbs. Hand can’t wrap fully. Husband leans: ‘Maybe I told him you’d help.’ Eyes widen. ‘Bullshit.’ But hand drifts. Fingers curl around veiny monster. Sigh escapes him. Stroke slow. Firm. Mouse clicks echo outside. Door locked tight. Printer whirs. His groans build. My pussy soaks thong. Husband fingers me. Wet slosh. ‘Dirty slut, his big dick turns you on.’ ‘Bigger than yours,’ I purr. He grabs tissue. I pump faster. Tits jiggle in cleavage. He stares. ‘Good girl, finish it.’ Cum erupts. Jet arcs. Lands on floor. Rest in cloth. I milk every drop. Shaft softens. ‘Job done,’ I giggle. He zips up. ‘Pleasure, Pierrette.’ Knows my name. Husband’s setup. He bows. Exits. Door clicks open. Husband’s turn. ‘You bastard.’ ‘You whore.’ Zipper down. My hand frees his cock. Smaller. So what? Straddle him. Sink down. Pussy grips tight. So wet. Grind hard. Fingers on clit. Bounce. Desk creaks? No, chairs. His hands on ass. ‘Fuck me full.’ Balls slap. Tension snaps. I cum first. Shuddering. He floods me. Cum drips. Pussy pulses. Collapse. Panting. Coffee lingers. Perfume clings. Wipe thighs. Fix dress. Tuck hair. Husband’s pants stained. Tissues from purse. ‘Your mess.’ He laughs. ‘Shave next time?’ Back to open-space. Slides continue. Act normal. Smile. Notes taken. No one suspects. Adrenaline buzzes. Secret locked tight. Husband texts later: ‘Thanks, slut emptied his balls.’ I smirk. Next time? No tissue.