Nicole knows what she wants and does not waste any time

As the evening progressed, the guests began to retire to a more private area of the penthouse.

The atmosphere grew more salacious, and the sexual tension was palpable.

Nicole, ever the predatory minx, didn't waste any time in openly flirting with me.

She sidled up beside me, her gloved hand playfully caressing my arm as she leaned in close to whisper something in my ear. All the while, her husband Ted watched the scene unfold, not a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

If anything, he seemed to be taking in the spectacle with a smug sense of satisfaction.

Elizabeth, sensing the shift in dynamics, pressed herself against the older man's side. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips curving into a seductive smile as she whispered something in his ear.

Nicole's silk dress suddenly partly slid down, revealing her perfect unaturally firm globes to the room. She wore nothing underneath.

As the guests took in the sight, she turned her attention to me.

With a wicked grin, with a boldness that left me breathless, she unzipped my fly and slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock.

Without missing a beat, she began to stroke it in slow, deliberate motions.

Her gloved hand worked my shaft as her husband watched watched, his own pants growing tighter by the second. The once elegant gathering had descended into a debauched exhibition, and no one dared to look away from the lewd display.

"Fuck me," Nicole demanded, her voice low and agressiv.

She allowed her dress to fully slip down, revealing an expensive yet flimsy lace G-string which did little to conceal her aching need.

"I want you inside me, now."

My boss remained seated, an inscrutable expression on his face as he watched his wife debauch herself with his subordinate.

Elizabeth squirmed in his lap, her own arousal evident in the flush of her cheeks and the way her chest heaved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and forbidden passion.

With a growl, I hoisted Nicole onto the nearby table, sending champagne glasses scattering.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back as she urged me closer. I thrust into her slick heat with a single, powerful stroke, and she let out a wanton moan that echoed through the room.

Around us, the party continued, a strange juxtaposition to the depravity unfolding in the corner.

As I pounded into Nicole's willing body, my mind reeled with the implications of what we were doing...

My boss's wife, splayed out beneath me like a goddess of carnal delights, uncaring of who might see us. The taboo nature of our coupling only served to inflame my desire, and I could feel my climax building with each savage thrust.

It was so thrilling yet I succeded in not exploding too soon thus in the end, it was Nicole who pulled away, leaving us both panting and tousled.

She smoothed her dress back into place and bent to retrieve her discarded purse, shooting me a final, smoldering look over her shoulder.

"Until next time," she purred, before sauntering back to rejoin her husband and an oblivious Elizabeth.