Night shift with Matt

I opened my eyes to find Steve staring at me and smiling.

I want to know everything about last night,he said eagerly.

Only after you get me a coffee,I teased.

Steve made my coffee, and as I sipped it, I told him about the drinks, the meal, and how we ended up back in Matt's hotel room.

I told him everything how Matt undressed me, how I sucked his large cock, and how he eventually fucked me. Steve was visibly turned on as I spoke.
I told him how Matt made me cum multiple times before filling me with his cum. Then I described how I cleaned his cock with my mouth until I took his second load down my throat.

As I spoke, I slowly stroked Steve's cock. I could feel he was ready to explode, so I took him into my mouth and swallowed his cum.

Do I get to fuck my wife now? he asked, breathless.

No, not today,| said, smiling. I'm too sore.

What are you going to do about Matt?
I'm not doing it again. I scratched my itch... and I'm in love with you.

We cuddled and kissed. I felt safe in Steve's arms.

Back at work, I kept my distance from Matt. He kept making comments and trying to catch me alone, but I avoided him as best I could.

Wednesday afternoon, two weeks later.
At 3 p.m., my boss came over to my desk.

Nicky, we've got a problem. The meeting scheduled for Friday has been moved to tomorrow morning, and the reports aren't ready. Any chance you can stay late and finish?

I nodded. That's fine but I want Friday off.

Deal. I'll see who else can stay and help.
As everyone started to leave, Matt came over to my desk.

What do you want me to do, Nicky?
I rolled my eyes and pointed to a stack of files. Start with that pile.

Oh yeah? How?
Open your drawer.

I opened it and froze.
Inside was a printed photo of me with Matt's cock in my mouth.

You bastard! You had a camera set up? How many do you have and who have you shown these to?

Nobody,he said, smug. But that could change unless you agree to another night.

I swallowed hard. Fine. I don't seem to have a choice.

One more night. But I want your word that no one will ever see those pictures.

You have my word. But I want a kiss now. Come sit on my lap.

I stood, walked over to Matt, straddled his lap, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

His hands roamed my ass, pulling me down to grind against his hard cock.
I pulled back from his mouth, and he whispered, Pull up your skirt.

Reluctantly, I hitched it up.

Matt unzipped his trousers, pulled out his thick cock, and pushed my knickers to the side. He rubbed his shaft against my pussy lips until he found my slick
entrance.

My heart was beating like a drum as I slowly lowered.

myself onto his cock. In moments, he was fully buried inside me, my ass resting against his balls.
I began to bounce on Matt's cock, gasping as he opened my shirt.

He pulled my bra down, sucking my nipples while squeezing my ass cheeks hard.

With each thrust, I could feel him deep inside me so deep, I swore he was hitting my cervix.

My orgasm built quickly. My body shook, then went rigid as I slammed my pussy down onto him, hard. I felt his cock swell inside me before he flooded my pussy with his load.

My body collapsed onto him, trembling, and he kissed me.

Remember, he whispered, next time, your ass is mine. I'll drop you a note with the time and place.

I straightened my clothes and fixed my hair. We left the office in silence. I couldn't wait to get home.

Steve was waiting, concerned.
You okay? You look flustered.

I exhaled. I'm sorry... I just fucked Matt in the office.
And... he wants another night with me.

You should do it, Steve said calmly.
But I'm worried-Matt wants to fuck my ass.

Steve's eyes lit up. Then we'd better get you prepared... and I'll help.

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, stripping off my clothes. Then he licked my pussy clean-slowly, sensually and moved to my ass, teasing it with his tongue.

He returned to my pussy, and I gasped as he gently pushed one, then two fingers into my bum, stretching me open.

And in that moment, with his fingers inside me and his mouth working between my legs, I realized

I still hadn't told Steve about the pictures Matt took.

And I didn't know why.

It's been a few weeks since the overtime fuck with Matt, and he's been very quiet with me, only talking about work and being noticeably flirty with my friend and colleague, Becky.

I know exactly what he's doing. He's trying to make me jealous.

Steve and I have had some amazing sex since, but we've been struggling with anal. It's not something I've really tried before... and I haven't enjoyed it. I've already decided that when Matt brings it up, I'm going to tell him I'm not ready.

Steve has used plenty of lube.

Fingers are okay, but as soon as he tries his cock, it's just too painful.

Well, let's pick the story back up.
Like I said, it was two weeks later, and I was flat out busy at work.

It was Wednesday at lunchtime, and I stayed at my desk with my sandwich when Becky came over with a coffee in hand.

You work too hard, babe, she said with a grin. All work, no play.

I smiled. She always knew how to lift my mood.

Then she leaned in and said, Nicky, you smell gorgeous. Is that a new perfume?

Yes, | replied. It's the new Dior. I've got it in my drawer if you want a spray.
I opened the drawer, and right there, under the perfume bottle, was another photo.

Me. Riding Matt. In the office.
I grabbed the perfume and slammed the drawer shut, trying to hide the panic on my face. My heart pounded, and my stomach turned.

handed Becky the bottle, but I must've gone beet red.

You okay? she asked, concerned. You look like you've just had a bad turn!
I blamed the menopause and told her I was fine.

Becky sprayed the perfume on her neck and said with a cheeky smile, "I'm going to see if Matt likes the smell. She winked and headed off.

When she was gone, I opened the drawer again with shaking hands and stared at the photo. I turned it over.

Saturday 6 PM

Hilton - City Centre

Honeymoon Suite

Wear a sexy outfit or change here.

Stay all night.

Steve's invited too.
I stuffed the photo into my bag, rushed to the bathroom, and threw up.

That afternoon, I waited for a chance to catch Matt alone.

Why is Steve invited?I asked quietly.
Matt just smiled. Just invite him, he said, as if that explained everything.

I headed home, still shaking.
Steve was waiting.

What happened? he asked.
Reluctantly, I pulled out the photo and handed it to him.

He sank into the chair, staring at it first at the picture, then at me.

He sank into the chair, staring at it first at the picture, then at me.
I said nothing.

Finally, he spoke. Seeing you with him... It's real now.

It's harder than I thought it would be.
Then he turned the photo over and read the note on the back.

Why am I invited? he asked.

I don't know, I replied. It's your choice. You don't have to come.

Steve was quiet for a long time. Then he asked, Are there more pictures?

Yes, | admitted. I've got two and pulled the one.

where I'm sucking Matt's cock out of my bad and handed it to Steve. But Matt said he'd show them to other people unless I stayed the night with him.

Steve didn't say much after that. He was quiet for the rest of the week.

Friday, I packed a suitcase-some outfits, lots of sexy lingerie, and nothing else.

Saturday evening, a message came in from Matt

Room is reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
I grabbed my case and called out,

Steve, I'm ready.

Steve appeared... with a bag.
You're coming? I asked, surprised.

He nodded. Yeah. I've had time to think. I'm... intrigued. And, honestly, it's arousing.

You're okay watching me with Matt? I asked carefully.

He smiled and looked down.

There was a bulge in his jeans.

We didn't say anything else.

We got into the car and drove off.

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