The office

Roger asked for the office with the window on the water. He wanted the stockings and the heels off, because I had told him I like to feel the desk under my feet when I give orders. Dave locked the door. I sat on the desk in the navy polo and a skirt, sun-bleached bob, stockings clipped, and I kicked the heels off myself so the picture would be honest. I told both men to look at me and wait for the voice.

I said Roger, file cabinet, cock out, hands off until I say. He went, flushed and willing, and he looked glad to be included. I said Dave, on your knees, skirt up, tell me what you see. He said stockings, bare thighs above them, and that my cunt was wet. I said then put your mouth on the nylon first. He kissed the band, the seam, my knee. I talked the whole time, low, about my cunt and his tongue and going slower. Roger breathed loud. I told him he could touch his cock. He did.

When I wanted skin I unclipped the stockings and left them on my legs, loose silk around my ankles. I pulled Dave in and said three fingers in my cunt, then your cock, and ask my husband if he still wants this fuck. Dave asked. Roger said yes, I asked for this, I want to hear her get fucked. Dave fucked my cunt on the desk, the window full of masts. I kept talking. Deeper. Hold there. Roger, look at my face. I am glad. Dave said my cunt felt perfect. I told him to say it again and he did. I came with my hand braced on a stack of blank forms, voice cracking into Roger's name and then Dave's.

I told Dave to pull out and cum on my stockings. He did, hot stripes on the nylon, and he groaned because I had told him he could. Then I pointed at Roger. He came to the desk and I took his cock in my mouth, one shoe tipped under my bare heel, and I sucked him until he came, my hands on his hips, my pace. I swallowed his cum and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and laughed. Dave picked up my heels and did not try to put them on me. Roger buttoned my polo wrong. The water kept moving.