Conference room pulses. Printer whirs in the corner. Coffee aroma mixes with Pascal’s musky cologne. Open-space stares earlier. Dossiers piled high. Hierarchy’s weight crushes. But eyes lock. Pascal’s. Friend of my husband Thomas. Colleague. Ambitious flirt. Weeks of tension. Now company New Year’s bash at Reunion retreat. Heat humid. Rum flows. Dance floor sways. Bodies press. Slows dominate. No barriers left.
Thomas dances elsewhere. I’m glued to Pascal. Bodies sardined. Heat rises. Not just booze. His hands wander. Courteous chase for months. Thomas joked: ‘Let him.’ Valor for him. Fire for me. Lights dim. ‘One minute blackout to say goodbye to old year.’ Music soft. His breath on neck. Lips climb. Cheek. Then mouth. Eternity. I open. Tongues battle. Hands roam. Ass. Hips. Tits. Mine grab his perfect cheeks. Insane. Lights flicker. We separate. ‘Never again.’ Lie.
The Tension Builds
Thomas’s pager beeps. Medical emergency. SAMU call. ‘Pascal, take her back.’ Wife hot, wet, abandoned. Breakroom door clicks locked. Dark. Parquet creaks. Bed—couch—sags. Hand on shoulder. Mouth silenced. Lips crash. His scent. Naked. Hard cock presses. ‘No.’ Whisper weak. Nipples sucked. Rolled. Fingers pinch. Down. Pussy soaked—from vibe abandoned. Tongue invades. Fingers curl clit. Then ass. Refused to Thomas. I growl. 69 positions. Cock on lips. Smooth balls. Baby skin. Suck deep.
He thrusts. Gagging saliva. Deeper. Balls on nose. Fingers trace bulge in throat. Pervert. Cum floods. Swallow. Vibe buzzes. He finds it. Teases tits. Pussy. ‘Fuck me.’ Doggy. Cock slams. Wet slaps. Fills. Fingers suck. Tongue rim. Vibe in ass. Then cock in pussy, vibe locked. Waves double. Pulls. Vibe works ass. Cock aims backdoor. Panic. No. But prepped. Slides. Balls slap. Fills forbidden. Pounds. Cum inside. Collapse. Door whispers shut.
The Raw Explosion
Morning. Jaw aches. Ass throbs. Confess to Thomas. Tears. He forgives. Alcohol. Alone. Pascal’s fault. Everyone acts normal. Toilets thin walls. Overhear shower: Pascal’s voice—Thomas? ‘Won bet. Infidelity changes sex. Perfume trick. She thought you.’ Thomas: ‘She confessed. Forgave. Keep secret.’ Manipulated. Rage.
‘I’m tired. Stay Pascal.’ Sandrine winks. Door shuts. Grab him. Kiss frenzy. ‘Want you since.’ Strip. Suck limp cock hard. Vibe on balls. Tongue anus. Push in. ‘Chut.’ He gasps. 69. Vibrates through. Cum throat. Film now. Ride cock. ‘Watch hubby. Real Pascal fucks.’ Anal again. Pain. Force pleasure. ‘Thanks for opening ass. Others next.’ Tears. Vengeance video. Slap thighs echo. Cum burns. Mask falls. Bureau queen reigns.