Conference room door clicks locked. Printer hums faintly outside. Coffee aroma mixes with my perfume, thick and heady. Jacques arrives at 2:30 PM, flowers in hand. Saturday ‘meeting.’ Kids off at activities—hubby handles that. I enter, eyes on my man. Lean in slow. His lips claim mine, long, deep. Hubby watches. Message clear: I’m his now.
We sip coffee laced with cognac. Glasses clink. Mouse clicks echo as hubby pretends to work. Jacques pats his lap. I obey, sliding onto him. His hand strokes my bare arm. Up my thigh. I smile at hubby—pure bliss. He lifts my glass to my lips. Then unbuttons my blouse. Bustier parts. Breast spills free. Fingers roll my nipple. Pinch. Tug. Hubby’s bulge strains. Printer whirs again, indifferent.
The Building Tension
“ChĂ©rie, refresh our drinks,” Jacques winks at hubby. Heart races. I rise, bend over table. Heavy tits swing out. No panties. Chain at waist glints. Hubby stares, loving it. I pour generous. Glance back—smirk. Nestle back on Jacques’ lap. Caresses resume. Talk turns serious. “What do you want from me?” We lock eyes. Hubby nods. “More nights. I love belonging to you.” Kiss seals it. Passion ignites.
Jacques gropes my thighs. Hubby frees his cock, strokes. Jacques commands: “Suck him good, chĂ©rie. We leave in ten.” I kneel. Mouth engulfs hubby’s shaft. Deep, wet. Slurp. Jacques’ bulge tents his pants. Hubby erupts. Cum floods my throat. Swallow. Eyes wide. “Go if you want,” hubby whispers. “Turns me on.” I kiss him fierce. “Love you madly.” Grab coats. Jacques to hubby: “I’ll care for her. See you tonight.”
Door unlocks. We exit. Alone in empty office, hubby’s cock throbs again. My scent lingers. He preps ‘kids,’ calls sitter. Waits by phone. Jacques calls 7:30 PM. “My place, 8:30.” Hubby arrives early. I glow in black dress, deep cleavage. Provocative. Jacques smirks: “Took her shopping. Tried on dresses for salesmen. No undies. Loves exhibiting.”
The Raw Explosion
“Sit on my finger, chĂ©rie.” I hike skirt, impale on his digit. Sighs escape as he chats. Then: “Prepare. We’re going out.” Car ride. Red light. I kiss Jacques deep. Parking lot, dim, deserted. Light on. First voyeur approaches. Jacques exposes me fully. Stranger jerks cock at window. I finger my wet pussy. Door opens. Rough hands maul tits, dive to cunt. Condom from Jacques. I roll it on with mouth. Suck hard. Grunts. He cums roaring.
Club lounge next. Feu de champagne. Eyes sparkle. I perch at bar. Couple buys drink. Hand on thigh. Kiss neck. Woman caresses. We melt into alcĂ´ve. Lips meet soft. Clothes shed. Tongues probe pussies. Sixty-nine bliss. Orgasms sync, bodies quake. “Now the men,” I laugh. Thank Jacques. Kiss goodbye.
Taxi home. Hubby drives. “Love you. Just a game.” “Stay like this always?” “Yes, my love.” Door shuts. Back to open-space Monday. Skirt smooths. Notes ready. Smiles all around. Mask on.