Ryan stood by the speaker system and tapped the screen. Soft, slow R&B music filled the living room — low bass, smooth vocals, the kind of playlist meant for late nights and lowered inhibitions. The lights were already dimmed, the candles on the coffee table flickering warmly.
Roger settled onto the large sectional couch first, spreading his arms along the backrest like he owned the place. Eva sat down right beside him, close enough that her thigh pressed against his. As she lowered herself, Roger's hand was already waiting on the cushion. The moment she sat, her bare pussy landed directly on his open palm.
Eva's breath hitched. She wasn't wearing panties — she had slipped them off under the table earlier and tucked them into Roger's coat pocket. Roger's thick fingers immediately curled, two of them sliding between her slick folds and pushing inside her soaked pussy without hesitation.
Eva bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Ryan turned around, smiling, and walked over to join them on the couch, completely unaware that his boss's fingers were already knuckle-deep in his wife.
"Perfect choice of music," Roger said casually, his voice steady even as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of Eva's dripping cunt. "Very relaxing after a good meal."
Ryan laughed, settling into the armchair across from them. "Glad you like it, boss. Eva picked the playlist."
Eva forced a bright smile, trying to keep her voice normal while Roger's fingers curled against her G-spot. "I thought… mmm… something smooth would be nice for the evening."
Roger's thumb found her swollen clit and circled it slowly. Eva's thighs trembled. She crossed her legs tighter around his hand, pretending it was just a comfortable position, but the movement only pushed his fingers deeper.
The three of them talked. Roger and Ryan swapped funny office stories — the time a junior developer spilled coffee on the CEO's laptop during a presentation, the ridiculous team-building retreat where everyone had to do trust falls. Eva laughed along, but every laugh came out a little breathier than usual. Each time she "jumped" with laughter, Roger's fingers thrust harder, making wet little sounds that only she could hear.
"You're really enjoying yourself tonight, Eva," Roger said, eyes locked on hers. His fingers never stopped moving — slow, deliberate, stretching her open. "You seem… very relaxed."
Eva's cheeks flushed. "I am. It's been a wonderful evening."
Ryan beamed, completely oblivious. "See, boss? I told you she's the best."
Roger smirked. "She really is."
Ryan stood up suddenly. "Alright, now it's time for dessert. I'll go grab the tiramisu from the kitchen. You two wait here — make yourselves comfortable."
The moment Ryan disappeared around the corner, Eva didn't hesitate. She leaned over, unzipped Roger's pants with practiced speed, and pulled out his thick, rock-hard cock. It was bigger than Ryan's — heavier, veined, already leaking precum. She wrapped her lips around the head and sank down in one smooth motion, taking him deep into her throat.
Roger groaned low, one hand resting on the back of her head. "Good slut," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "Working so hard for your husband's promotion. Suck it just like that."
Eva moaned around his cock, the vibration making Roger's hips twitch. She bobbed faster, slurping wetly, spit dripping down his shaft as she took him all the way to the base. Her purple eyes looked up at him, full of wicked hunger.
Roger's fingers tightened in her hair. "That's it… worship that cock, you filthy little wife. You've been dripping for me all night."
She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. The risk of Ryan walking in at any second only made her wetter.
Suddenly footsteps approached.
Ryan's voice came from behind the couch. "Sorry, I forgot my phone. I need to check that recipe real quick."
Eva didn't stop. She kept Roger's cock buried deep in her throat, eyes watering, but she didn't pull off. Roger stayed perfectly calm.
"Oh, she went to the washroom for a minute," Roger said smoothly, voice steady even as Eva's tongue continued working him.
Ryan grabbed his phone from the coffee table. "I see. Be right back with the dessert."
The second Ryan's footsteps faded again, Eva lifted her head with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to Roger's glistening cock. She stood, hiked her dress up around her waist, and straddled him reverse-cowgirl style. She sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs.
"Fuck yes," she whispered, starting to ride him hard. "Fill me up, Roger."
Roger gripped her hips and thrust up into her, the couch creaking softly under them. "That's my good little promotion whore. Ride that cock while your husband is in the next room."
Eva bounced faster, her heavy breasts jiggling inside the low-cut dress, ass slapping against his lap. She came within the first minute — hard, clenching around him, biting her lip to stay quiet. Roger didn't slow down. He fucked her through it, then through a second orgasm, his fingers digging into her ass.
"You're going to cum inside me," Eva panted, riding him like she was possessed. "Fill your employee's wife while he makes dessert."
Roger groaned. "Take it, slut." He thrust up hard and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy.
Eva came one final time around him, shuddering, before she quickly climbed off, pulled her dress down, and sat back down beside him just as Ryan's footsteps returned.
Ryan walked in carrying the tiramisu, smiling. "Here we go — hope you saved room, boss."
He set the plates down. For a split second his eyes flicked to Eva — her flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair, the faint sheen of sweat on her chest. He noticed something felt… off. But he shook it away.
They ate dessert and chatted a little longer. Roger was charming, complimentary, laughing at Ryan's jokes. When the plates were empty, Roger stood.
"Well, this was a wonderful night. I really enjoyed it, Ryan. Thank you so much." He turned to Eva. "And Eva — thank you for everything."
Ryan laughed. "You don't have to thank us, boss. Haha."
Roger shook Ryan's hand firmly, then pulled Eva into a tight hug right in front of her husband. He pressed her body against his, her heavy breasts squishing against his chest. One hand slid down and openly grabbed a full handful of her ass, squeezing hard.
Ryan watched it happen. His cock twitched visibly in his pants. *Looks like he had quite a lot of drinks,* he thought, rationalizing it away.
Roger finally let go, gave them both one last smile, and walked out the door.
The moment the door closed, Eva turned to Ryan with a sweet, innocent smile.
"See? Told you everything would go perfectly."
Ryan pulled her into a hug, still half-hard from the sight of his boss groping his wife. "Yeah… you were right."
Eva smiled against his chest, Roger's cum slowly leaking down her thigh.
The night had gone exactly as she planned.
End of Chapter 62
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