Open space hummed. Printer whirred next door. Mouse clicks echoed. Coffee aroma clung to air, mixing with my perfume. Dossiers piled high. Inheritance case dragged on. Corentin’s eyes locked mine across the table. Judge from Amiens court. Tall, sharp suit. Hierarchy buzzed. Stress twisted into heat. I shifted thighs. Wet already. Nodded subtle. After hours.
Door clicked shut. Locked. Thought his private chambers. Sofas identical firm-wide. Just posters differed. Che Guevara there, John Lennon here. Both bearded shadows. Pulled him close. Lips crashed. Hands yanked skirt up. Blouse ripped open. Bra snapped. His pants dropped. Cock sprang hard. Thick. Veined. Pushed him on leather sofa. Blanket tossed over. Like a bed. Knelt. Mouth engulfed him. Sloppy sucks. Gagged deep. Saliva dripped. His groans low. Fingers gripped hair. Hips bucked. Final throbs. Close to cum.
The Mounting Tension
Key scraped lock. Panic. Scrambled naked into closet. Coat rack rattled. Peeped crack. Edmond entered. My husband. Firm partner. Spotted bulge under blanket.
‘You in my sofa. And digging, my wife in the closet.’
Stepped out. Naked. Breasts heaving. Pussy slick.
‘You mistook, dear. Usually reverse, right?’
‘Cause I thought his office.’
True. All furnished same. Posters tricked.
‘But you on my sofa with man not me.’
‘He’s lighter. Won’t dent it.’
‘Fine, him on sofa. But sharing with you? Unpleasant.’
‘I know. Thought his place.’
‘Who is he?’
‘Distinguished man.’
‘What distinguish in dim light?’
Corentin sat up. Naked. Cock semi-deflated. Balls hung.
‘Corentin de Saint-Amour, judge at Amiens court.’
‘You didn’t know wrong office?’
‘Mid-blowjob finale…’
‘Never met, you take sofa and wife.’
‘Situation not ideal. Naked, dick soft. But tribunal today… TGI cases by three magistrates. President and assessors.’
‘And?’
‘I’m never assessor. President handles admin, référés, ordonnances. Over 1000 euros.’
I chimed: ‘See? Man of value. Cock shriveled now, but…’
The Raw Explosion
‘No body shaming. Judge merits. Sue for adultery, Sidonie Levavasseur.’
‘I was in closet. Saw nothing.’
‘Naked in there suggests…’
‘Please, Edmond. No café gossip.’
‘How this spark?’
‘Contesting inheritance. Caretaker twisted will. I’m on it. Civil recel successoral. Damages if proven.’
‘Always that crap. Ten years. Silver spoons.’
‘Won’t drop. Over 1000 euros.’
His nudity grated. Asked seduction start.
‘On her file. Radio on. “Sidonie has more than one lover.” Bardot singing. Charles Cros poem. Phonograph inventor. Lettrés trust him.’
‘Song joke! Figured one more lover blends.’
‘Name Sidonie no coincidence.’
‘Her name before me. Song wrong. Not more than one. You don’t count. Husband no lover. Church banned sensual fucks.’
‘Monsieur, gentleman. Let pity wife from closet join sofa? Like Calais burghers in shirts.’
‘Please, Sidonie. Don’t catch cold.’
Sat side him. Skin touched. Shivering. Nipples hard.
‘Compatriots. Rise above. No scandals. Press devours. Admit indelicate lust. I forgive.’
‘Generous. Like Augustus clemency.’
‘Favor? Nude, cold. Let finish interrupted fuck? Crime done. No erase, no worse. Orgasm block harms. Your watch limits lust, time.’
‘Faites donc.’
Heart slammed. Corentin flipped me. Sofa creaked. Cock slammed wet pussy. Raw thrusts. Desk lamp flickered. Printer droned. Coffee stench thick. Fucked hard. Grunts. Slaps. His balls smacked ass. Deeper. Fingers clawed back. Came screaming. He flooded hot. Pulses.
Panting. Sweat dripped. Pulled off. Cum trickled thighs. Wiped quick. Blouse buttoned crooked. Skirt smoothed. Hair fixed. Perfume resprayed. Door unlocked. Click. Back open space. Colleagues typed. Coffee cold. Meetings waited. Mask firm. Pro smile. Legs shaky. Adrenaline buzzed. Forbidden high.