Thinks with his cock.

The door was closed and locked, and she was ever so sexy. He couldn’t resist and so leant back as she unfastened his pants and fished his cock out. “God, I have wanted this for so long.” She whispered before looking up at him. “Call Abbey. She can explain.”

George dialled his wife as he felt Jasmine's hot mouth descend on his cock. “Oh God,” he moaned.

Moments later, Abbey answered, “Well?”

George took a moment to compose himself, “I got it.”

He could hear Abbey beaming over the phone. “Yay, and Jasmine?”

George started, “You did this?” he moaned quietly.

Abbey laughed, “She’s still there, is she? She told me months ago she had the hots for you. She was drunk at the time, so don’t blame her for spilling the beans.”

One hand went to Jasmine’s head as she continued to blow him. She was incredibly skilled, and he couldn’t help but relish the feeling. “And you organised this surprise?”

Abbey giggled, “After last night’s discussion, I gave her a buzz and told her she had my blessing to fuck your brains out on two conditions. That you got the promotion and that I could join in at some point because I want to watch you fuck her.” George moaned further as Abbey took his whole length. “She agreed to wear something sexier, to catch your eye. Should I stay on the line? Or let you two have your privacy?”

Abbey sat back and reached under her skirt, then, in a fluid movement, stood up, and George could see her panties around her ankles. “Abbey, we haven’t spoken about rules or anything.”

Abbey laughed, “Jasmine and I did that already. Make sure she enjoys it and tell me all about it tonight. I love you,” his wife said.

“I love you too,” George replied as Jasmine stepped out of her panties.

“So, Sir,” Jasmine said as soon as he put the phone down. “Next week, you will be in the corner office, and I won’t be your staff member. Until then,” she stopped speaking and mounted his lap.

“Jasmine, are you sure?” he asked her.

“Fuck yes. I’ve creamed my panties almost every day at work thinking about you fucking me. When Abbey called last night after you fell asleep, I thought it was a joke or a prank. But I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you cum deep inside me and your wife is happy with all of that.”

She positioned his cock and sank down onto it, “What about protection?” he groaned as her hot pussy engulfed him.

“Abbey and I decided we could talk about that later. I’m safe, for now.” She started to grind against him, and he thrust up in instinct. “We are going to have dinner on Friday to discuss everything. But today, fuck me.”

George needed no further encouragement and wrapped an arm around her waist, “Whiskey?” he offered.

She reached over and grabbed the bottle taking a swig as she started to bounce on his lap, “Don’t mind if I do.”