Printer hums faintly down the hall. Door clicks locked. Conference room dim. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Open-space glances all day. Between dossiers. Claude’s eyes linger. Boss, forties, smirking. France, his wife, colleague. Mid-size, laughing dark eyes. Friendly drinks after hours. My partner ready. Shaved smooth. Jeans casual. His cologne hits me. Hard. Shower water rushed earlier. Mirror makeup. Fresh. Young. Alive. Eyes sparkle. Tight skirt hugs ass. Flowery blouse. White panties only. No bra. Tits free. Before leaving home, he pulls me close. Kisses deep. Hand hikes skirt. Fingers tease pussy through fabric. Late. We drive. Creedence blasts. I laugh. He sings off-key. Stage star. I’m groupie. Office building looms. Landmarks glow in dusk. Wind whips hair through window. Warm hugs inside. France squeezes me expressive. Claude kisses cheek, strong arms. Champagne on terrace. Twilight. Chat flows. CruditĂ©s. Grilled meats. Men at electric grill. Sancerre pours. My fave. Crisp. Laughter echoes. Ice cream dessert. Salon talk shifts. Conference table now. Digestifs bubble. Heat builds. France fans herself. Me too. She slips away. Returns in short buttoned dress. Bare legs. Feet. Beach babes chat. Swimsuits. Eyes gleam. Lingerie next. Claude grins wicked. France’s bras. She blushes. Laughs. Partner joins. Eyes bright. Excited. Claude boasts her full tits need quality support. Laughter. Partner blurts: “Anna darling, show your bra too!” Forgets. No bra. Seconds stretch. Tense. They chant: “Bra! Bra!” Alcohol buzzes. Fingers tremble. I unbutton slow. One. Two. Nothing shows. More chants. Third button. Turn back. They crave. Last buttons. Blouse opens. Turn. Spread fabric. Bare tits out. “Ooooh!” Gasps unison. Silence heavy. Claude stares. France too. Electric. I shrug blouse off. Proud. Shaky. “Who does better?” Men shift. Primal. Partner recovers. “France! Your turn.” She kisses Claude deep. Unhooks bra. Full tits bounce. Squeezes them up. Taunts. Nears me. Tits brush mine. Quick lip kiss. Laughs. All laugh. Game on. To partner: “Jealous? Enjoying my tits? Your wife follows. Claude gets her too.” Drops dress. Red thong. We howl laughing. My skirt targeted. “Why just us girls?” Dumb move. Claude strips fast. Shirt. Shoes. Socks. Jeans. Boxers bulge. Cock outline. Half-hard. Partner follows. Slip black. France devours him eyes. I’m center. Sandals off. Skirt drags down. White panties glow. Cheers. Heat floods. “Not all seen yet.” Hands glide fabric. Tease. Pull down slow. Bush reveals. Pussy lips peek. Legs tight. Panties pool ankles. Naked. Claude’s eyes lock pubes. Tits. Cock tents boxers. Peeks out. Partner hard too. France giggles. Frees his dick. Strokes shaft. He dives thong. Fingers her slit. She moans. Claude yanks her thong. Cocks graze. Claude circles me. Arms waist. Grabs tits. Sucks nipples hard. I grip his cock. Stroke soft. He fingers pussy. Parts lips. Wet. Dips in. Partner grunts. Cums ropes over France’s fist. She milks him. Rales deep. She cums next. Fingers deep. Murmurs ecstasy. Claude attacks. Fingers everywhere. Explores. Penetrates. Thumb anus tease. Pudique. I shatter. Orgasm one. Two. Three. Body quakes. Silence. Eyes on me. Still hold his cock. Partner nods. Okay. Kneel. Face to dick. Look him. Fascinated. Lips part. Suck slow. Deep throat. Pubes tickle. Tongue swirls. He thrusts. Hands guide head. France hands shoulders. Urges. Partner hands hair. Yours touch. He stiffens. Floods throat. Pulls back. Spurts lips. I suck more. Swallow all. Never do. France lips crash mine. Tongue duel. Passion. I cum again. Claude’s cock in my hand. Union.