A Good First Impression Counts

My phone buzzed with another message from her. The job ad was still sitting in my inbox, and the wink emoji had been joined by a simple “Apply. You’d be perfect.” I sent in the application that night, half-expecting nothing. By Wednesday I had an interview lined up.

She greeted me in the lobby on Friday morning wearing a fitted black dress that hugged every curve I’d already tasted. Professional, but the hem was just short enough to remind me of the skirt that had ridden up in my car. Her eyes had that same hungry glint when no one else was looking.

“Welcome to the team,” she whispered as she led me to the conference room, her fingers brushing mine. The interview was a formality. They offered me the position on the spot.

My first week was a delicious kind of torture. We kept everything strictly professional in the office, quick smiles, polite small talk, the occasional shared look that made my cock twitch under the desk. But every evening her texts grew bolder and finally on Thursday just before close of business, I received the following text message:

Hubby wants to meet you. Dinner at our place Saturday?

I accepted.

Saturday arrived cold and clear. I pulled up to their house, the same one I’d picked her up from weeks earlier, and she answered the door in a short silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. Her nipples were already hard against the thin fabric.

“He’s in the living room,” she said, voice low and excited. “Be nice… but not too nice.”

Her husband, Carlos, was taller than I expected, athletic build, easy smile. He shook my hand firmly. “She’s told me a lot about you. All good things.” His eyes flicked to her with obvious pride and lust. “We don’t do jealousy here. Just pleasure.”

The three of us had drinks, conversation flowing easily from work stories to more intimate territory. She sat between us on the large couch, legs crossed, robe slipping open just enough to show she was wearing nothing underneath. Carlos noticed my gaze and chuckled.

“She’s been wet since you pulled up,” he said casually, sliding a hand up her thigh. “Haven’t you, baby?”

She bit her lip and nodded, eyes locked on me. “Yes, Sir.”

The word hit me the same way it had in the car. Carlos grinned. “She told me about that. You two still seem to have good chemistry.”

Things moved quickly after that. She stood up, let the robe fall to the floor, and knelt gracefully between my legs. Carlos watched with clear approval as she freed my already-hard cock and took me into her mouth with the same hungry enthusiasm as before. This time she was slower, more deliberate showing off for her husband.

Carlos stood, stroking himself as he watched. “She’s incredible, isn’t she? Swallow him deep, sweetheart.”

She moaned around me, the vibration traveling straight down my shaft. I tangled my fingers in her hair and guided her rhythm while Carlos stepped closer. She switched between us effortlessly, sucking one while stroking the other, eyes watering with effort and lust. The wet sounds and her soft whimpers filled the room.

Eventually Carlos pulled her up and bent her over the back of the couch, facing me. He entered her from behind in one smooth thrust. Her mouth fell open in a moan.

“Your turn,” he said, voice rough. “She wants both of us.”

I stood and slid into her mouth again while he fucked her steadily. The three of us found a rhythm, every thrust from him pushing her deeper onto me. Her full breasts swayed beneath her, nipples brushing the couch. I reached down and pinched one, making her cry out around my cock.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Carlos groaned. “You want him to fuck you next, don’t you?”

She pulled off me just long enough to gasp, “Yes, please… both of you.”

We moved to their bedroom. I lay back on the bed and she straddled me, sinking down slowly until I was buried inside her tight, soaking heat. Carlos knelt behind her, teasing her ass with his fingers before sliding in as well. The feeling of her stretched between us, the way she trembled and moaned “Sir… Daddy…” had me gripping her hips hard.

We fucked her like that for what felt like hours, switching positions, taking turns, sometimes both at once. She came multiple times, shaking, squirting once when I rubbed her clit while Carlos took her from behind. Finally, I had her on her back, legs over my shoulders, pounding deep while Carlos fed her his cock. When I felt myself getting close I growled the words again:

“Good girl. Take Daddy’s load.”

She came instantly, clenching around me so hard I exploded inside her. Carlos followed seconds later, filling her mouth as she swallowed greedily, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

Afterward we lay tangled together, skin slick with sweat. She traced lazy circles on my chest while Carlos poured more drinks.

“So,” she said with a wicked little smile, “Monday at the office is going to be interesting. Think you can keep a straight face when I bend over to pick something up in the copy room?”

I laughed. “Only if you promise not to wear panties.”

Carlos raised his glass. “Welcome to the family, man. This is just the beginning.”

She kissed me softly, then her husband, and whispered against my lips:

“Next weekend we’re taking you to the club. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

I already couldn’t wait.