I hesitate outside the conference room door. Heart slamming. Printer whirs in the distance. Mouse clicks echo through the open space. Coffee aroma mixes with Aurélie’s floral perfume, thick and teasing.
All day, stolen glances. Between file stacks, Fred’s eyes lock on mine. Hungry. Aurélie brushes my arm during the team huddle. Electric. ‘Tonight,’ her whisper promised. ‘Our throuple starts.’ Married. Kids. Routine crushing me. But this thrill? Irresistible. Door handle cold. I turn it.
The Building Tension
Click. It locks behind me. Dim lights flicker on. They rise from the table. Aurélie, stunning in pencil skirt. Fred, shirt sleeves rolled, tie loose. ‘Maryse,’ Aurélie purrs. ‘You’re here. Happy?’
I nod. Throat dry. ‘Yes.’ Fred pours sparkling water into glasses. Pretend champagne. We clink. Talk flows easy. Jokes about deadlines. But hands graze. Her thigh presses mine. His knee nudges. Heat builds. Air thick. My fuchsia blouse clings, lace bra teasing nipples hard.
Aurélie leans in. ‘Rules: harmony, no jealousy, total honesty.’ Like they said online. I crave it. Escape the grind. Fred’s hand on my knee. Firm. ‘Join us.’ Pulse races. No turning back.
Her lips find mine first. Soft. Wet. Tongue slips in, tasting mint and desire. I melt. Hands roam. Unbuttoning. Fred watches, bulge straining pants. ‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ he growls. I gasp into her mouth.
The Explosive Release
Table clears. Papers shoved aside. Skirt hikes up. Panties yanked down. Aurélie’s fingers circle my clit. Slick. ‘So wet already.’ Fred frees his cock. Thick. Veiny. ‘Suck it, Maryse.’ I drop to knees. Marble floor bites. Mouth full. Salty pre-cum. She kneels too. Licks my neck. ‘Good girl.’
Bent over table. Fred thrusts in. Deep. Hard. Desk creaks. ‘Take it, slut.’ I moan. Aurélie under me. Tongue on clit. Sucking. Fingers in ass. Rhythm frantic. Printer hums outside. Someone walks by? Door rattles? Adrenaline spikes. Orgasms crash. Mine first. Shuddering. Screaming muffled. He pulls out. Cums on my back. Hot ropes. She laps my pussy clean. Panting.
We collapse. Sweaty. Blissed.
Clock ticks. Meeting soon. Wipe up with tissues. Cum smears. Straighten skirt. Blouse buttons crooked? Fix it. Lipstick smears. Mirror check. Smirk.
Door unlocks. Click. Casual stroll out. ‘See you in the boardroom,’ Fred winks. Aurélie air-kisses cheek. I nod. Professional mask on. Sit through presentations. Thighs sticky. Pussy throbbing. Coffee sip. Their eyes meet mine across table. Secret burns. New life ignited. Throuple born in shadows.