Everytime she would get fucked, I'd get off at my desk
I had been fucking the boss for three years. I didn't feel guilty about it, even though I'd be staring at the picture of his wife and kids on the credenza, when he had me bent over the edge of the couch in his office, feeding his dick to my pussy. 3 to 4 times a week, he'd call me into his office from my cubicle just outside his door, lock the door, bend me over the couch, pull my skirt up and my panties down, unzip his pants and fuck me. The office fucks were usually quick, but on a rare occasion, we would be on a business trip, and share his hotel bed.
Then the sex was long, drawn out, and wonderful. I picked up on his interest in the new intern from finance right away. She was 22, sexy and well built. So I wasn't surprised the day she was summoned to his office, and I heard the lock click on his door. I had a strange mix of feelings. On one hand, I was sick at the thought that I had been replaced by a younger, prettier girl for his sexual release, and on the other, I was excited by the thought that 2 people were having sex just yards away from my desk. I strained to try and hear them, and thought I heard her let out a small yelp, and the idea that he was entering her, about to pleasure himself with her pussy, got me wet.
I moved my hand between my legs, slid my panties aside and started to rub my clit, while thinking about the boss pumping into that little tartlet, his pants around his ankles, her skirt hiked up over her back, her staring and the wife and kids. My fantasy grew, and I fantasized that the door would open, and he would ask me to come in. That I entered his office, and saw her splayed across the arm of the coach, her pussy glistening with her wetness, he closing the door with his big thick dick at full erection, and he directing me to join the intern on the edge of the couch. I imagined him ramming her for few minutes, withdrawing and slamming it into me. I was furiously rubbing clit, edging closer to orgasm, when I heard the exhaling sigh of my boss. That sent me over the edge, imagining his cum dripping from pussy. A few minutes later she emerged from his office, her hair slightly mussed, and quickly walked by me without looking.
Over the next month, he fucked us both, but my trips to the couch were down to once a week, and hers were up to 3 to 4 times a week. And everytime she would get fucked, I'd get off at my desk.
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