I was about to log off for the weekend when a meeting notice shows up in my inbox for a 5 PM videoconference. Ugh. No good can come of this. I swear loudly and complain to my wife who has just opened a bottle of wine and settled on the couch, previously expecting me to join her. I contemplate drinking anyway, but decide against it as I have no idea of the level of participation expected of me in this meeting. My wife gestures to my empty glass and says that maybe she'll call someone to help her empty the bottle while I'm otherwise occupied. I tell her to go ahead but save some for me.
About fifteen minutes into the meeting I get a text from my wife saying that someone's coming over. I message a thumbs up back and shift my focus back to the screen. Apparently end-of-quarter numbers weren't looking too good and we were hearing about it. Why this was after 5 on a Friday rather than first thing Monday morning beats me. At some point I'm going to have to talk about the project my team has been working on and hope that we don't get our timeline reduced in order to make things look better.
From the other room I hear music, glasses clinking, and slightly-too-loud female laughter. I'm next in our departmental round robin, so I mentally prepare myself to get thrown under the bus like most of the team leads have to this point. I do well enough with it. I raised my voice a few times to defend my team and remind the higher-ups of the agreed schedule and deliverables for this project. Of course "things have changed" and I "need to be a team player" so that we can "all be successful."
I get another text from my wife: "Stressed? This should help!"
Nothing happens for a minute. I still hear the same sounds from the other room, then hear muffled footsteps against the carpet. My wife sticks her head in the doorframe and asks if I'm on mute. I tell her that I am and that I don't think I'll have to talk much more but need to stay on the meeting.
I hear a few more footsteps and Vicky shows up in the doorway. She backs my wife against the doorframe and they start making out. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Somewhere in my field of view there is a meeting going on but I am no longer conscious of it. The two of them become more vocal and their hands start exploring each other's bodies. They're both wearing yoga pants and oversized sweatshirts and hands are now disappearing beneath those garments. I hear suppressed moaning.
My wife goes to her knees to remove Vicky's pants. Vicky takes the opportunity to flash me her tits but chooses to keep the sweatshirt on. I smile at this and notice that I'm hard—probably have been for a while. I glance back at the screen. I think we're on the last department. Maybe. Who knows? Vicky's now the one against the doorframe with my wife's face buried between her legs. I hear unsuppressed moaning. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Vicky has her hand in my wife's hair, pulling her closer. She's talking a blue streak; I hear things like, "Lick my pussy you fucking bitch!" and "Make me cum, slut!" Huh—apparently my wife is submissive with Vicky. *This* is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Also, my wife is apparently good at eating pussy.
Very good. Vicky moans louder. I check to make sure I'm still on mute. We're seeing performance charts and metrics. I'm seeing Vicky cumming against my wife's face with a final, loud, "Oh FUCK!" She lets go of my wife and relaxes against the doorframe, settling to the carpet. My wife is out of view, having retreated to the other room. Vicky is sitting in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She's pulled her knees to her chest, giving me a nice view. She sees me staring, smiles at me, and pulls off her sweatshirt and sports bra, giving me an even nicer view. She eyes the bulge in my pants, then looks away with a giggle and a smirk.
"Get on your hands and knees. You're going to get fucked!" My wife is back, holding a dildo that is both large and realistic-looking. Vicky immediately complies. Huh—apparently my wife is dominant with Vicky. She has the head of the dildo lubed up and against Vicky's pussy. She's teasing with it. Making Vicky beg.
"Nuh uh! You know what you need to say."
Vicky's ability to generate stream-of-consciousness dirty talk is impressive, like there's a reservoir of filth that she just needs to tap into and out it flows. The first word I hear is my name.
That got my undivided attention.
"I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock. I want to make you cum. I've wanted this for the longest time. Pretty much since we met. I've touched myself thinking about it so many times."
My wife started to insert the dildo.
"I never thought it could happen. I couldn't. You wouldn't. She wouldn't have … but then she and I started hooking up. And you were down with all of it. And I thought it might be able to happen.
My wife was fucking her with the dildo now.
"I sometimes used this dildo when I thought about you. I had it with us when your wife and I hooked up. When she used it on me, she told me to pretend it was you. I had never cum so hard! And I'm so close right now. But this bitch is going to make me beg for it."
That got Vicky a slap across her ass cheek. My wife stopped the dildo mid-thrust.
"So, beg. Let's hear it!"
I glanced back at the screen. The meeting had ended at some point. I heard my name again.
"Please … please …"
Apparently I misspoke earlier. THIS is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
I shut the laptop and went over to my wife behind Vicky. We kissed, made out, and then she told me to get my fucking clothes off already. She laid down on the floor in front of Vicky and said, "If you stop licking me, he stops fucking you."
We all eagerly fulfilled this fantasy. Vicky slowed down on my wife at one point and I, not wanting to stop, pushed her head down. My wife saw this and that really put her over the edge. She cried out and wrapped her legs around Vicky's head. I pulled out and stood up. Vicky got to her knees and started giving me oral. It didn't take long before I told her I was close. She pulled away, squeezed her tits together, and opened her mouth.
I hesitated for a second and looked at my wife. I was so close and wanted her to help me finish. We were on the same wavelength as she knelt next to Vicky, who was now busy fingering herself, and said, "I'm going to make you cum." Ten seconds of her tongue on my balls and her hand stroking me and I EXPLODED all over Vicky's face and tits (and unfortunately for her, hair). When I'd finished, my wife gave my sack a little tug and took my full length to suck me dry.
I continue to stand corrected. *THIS* is the hottest thing I have ever seen.