As I stood before the glass wall that overlooked the sales floor, Anderson joined me, his hand snaking out to rest on my lower back. When I shifted slightly, that hand dropped to cup my ass. Arousal flooded my pussy.

“You should flirt with him,” Anderson suggested.

“Who?” I asked, playing dumb.

He tsked.

“Oh, come on. Do you think I’ll fall for that?”

We both watched the new guy, Greg, who was working diligently at his desk.

All the sales floor worker bees were making their calls: “Hello, ma’am. Could we interest you in affordable life insurance?”

Anderson happens to be my husband — a fact we didn’t usually advertise. We were simply the higher-ups to most of the people on the floor.

“You know, he watches your ass when you walk by,” he said.

Anderson stood behind me, pushed his cock against my butt and reached around to rub my mound through my black skirt. Heat and excitement flooded through me.

I pushed back against him, feeling the hard length of his erection against my ass as we stared at Greg.

He was oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.

From the employees’ point of view, the smoky, tinted windows near the ceiling were an architectural touch. To us, they offered a bird’s-eye view to a real-life art installment.

I put my hands against the glass as Anderson worked up my skirt. He tugged my panties down. I heard the soft hiss of his zipper and the jingle of his belt buckle, and then he was pressing his hard dick to my wet hole. He wrapped his arms around my waist, held me bound in his embrace and thrust up and into me. He filled my cunt swiftly, stretching me almost to the point of discomfort but not quite.

I moved back against him and took him deep. Together, we moved as we watched Greg. Young and as hot as hell. Fucking him would be a pleasure. Having Anderson watch would be that much better. I decided I’d start flirting immediately.

On the rare occasion I nail someone from work, Anderson enjoys setting the stage for our first encounter.

He also likes to be perched up in the office with a bird’s-eye view, while I work my charms on the sales floor down below.

He’d asked Greg to work overtime and do some follow-up calls for some potential accounts. The new guy, being ever eager to please, agreed. Shortly after five, he was the only one left in the place. Aside from me and Anderson, that is.

I gave him a while to feel productive before heading his way. I’d pulled off my panties and my stockings beforehand. You know, for easy access.

“Hey, there, Greg,” I said playfully.

He looked up, startled, and two spots of red suddenly appeared on his cheeks. Was it my imagination or had he shifted slightly? Maybe adjusting a burgeoning erection?

I was certain I could feel Anderson’s gaze on us as I worked my magic.

“Hi,” he said shyly. “I didn’t think anyone else was still here.”

I shrugged and said, “I had some stuff to take care of before going home to a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine.”

Then I ever so artfully knocked over a wastepaper basket by “accident.”

“Oh shit,” I said.

I imagined Anderson laughing at my over-the-top act.

Before Greg could spring to his feet and play hero, I turned and bent at the waist. As my short dress rode up, I felt cool air kiss my bare pussy lips.

I heard him gasp. That gasp made my cunt wet. I was ready that fast. Ready for the new guy to fuck me while I was spread across somebody’s desk. Knocking over the pictures of loved ones, dogs and vacation spots.

I took my time gathering the few bits of paper that were spread about, giving Greg a good long look at my snatch.

I got everything back in the basket and turned to him. He was sitting in his seat, open-mouthed, flushed and breathing fast.

“Are you OK?” I asked, playing like I was clueless.

“Yes — I…um…”

I walked toward him, closing the small distance between us. My hard nipples were visible knobs through my thin black sweater.

I stood right before him, kept eye contact and slowly hiked up my skirt an inch at a time. Poor Greg was mesmerized, staring intently as I gradually revealed my smooth, bare pussy.

“Like what you see?” I asked.

He nodded. Speechless.

I took Greg’s hand off the desk and prompted him to touch me. He stroked me softly, like I might break.

I shamelessly pushed my hand against his and forced his fingers deeper between the folds of my pussy.

He groaned as he drew back a wet finger. I bent to take it into my mouth, drawing on his digit the way I would a dick.

That’s when I heard a soft tap, tap, tap on the glass above. Anderson was up there, watching, and most likely stroking his cock impatiently. Those taps told me to get to the fucking. He wanted to see me come. He wanted to come. Then he wanted to take me home and fuck me himself.

Fortunately, Greg was oblivious to the subtle sound.

“Stand up,” I told him.

He practically knocked over his chair in his haste to obey my command.

I leaned over, put my hands on the edge of his desk and spread my legs wide. I knew my heels made my legs and ass look fantastic. Toned, taut and sexy.

He caught on then, getting behind me and freeing his cock.

He was broad and tall, blond and brown-eyed, and built like a linebacker.

And apparently, he had a big dick, too.

He slid it along my wetness, and when I pushed back, he effortlessly slipped into my sopping pussy. Goddamn that felt good.

Greg’s hands roamed my body and then clutched me, holding me tight.

He lost his shyness when I reared back to take him. He grabbed my sides and yanked me back to meet him.

His needy thrusts were electric. His excitement crackled around us like a lightning storm. Every slam of his dick deep inside me pressed a tender, sensitive place that inched me ever nearer to orgasm.

“I can’t last much longer,” he gasped.

I leaned over a little more, slammed back to meet him, and that was that. The head of his cock hit me just right, and suddenly I was gushing. My body bucked as he growled and then muttered, “Shit, shit, shit.”

That’s when he fucked me so hard I actually rose onto my tiptoes.

Greg came with a gruff cry, and then broke free of me, gasping and catching his breath.

I tugged my skirt down and turned with a smile.

“Can you stay late again tomorrow? I might need some help,” I said.

Greg nodded, tucking his damp cock into his pants. He looked like he might need to take a seat.

I gave him a little finger wave and an air kiss.

“See you tomorrow after work. Thanks for the appetizer.”

Anderson and I didn’t make it home to fuck. My husband pulled over on a deserted rural road on the way to our house. He ordered me into the backseat.

He licked my pussy until I came. My cunt was dripping with Greg’s come. Anderson’s fingers slid in and out of the slickness as he lapped at my clit. Then he pushed between my thighs and fucked me forcefully.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, screwing me furiously.

“Yours, baby. Always yours.”

He grunted as I came, my cunt spasming around him. He thrust one more time and then filled me with his own cream.

We were both looking forward to my next encounter with Greg.

The next day seemed exceptionally long, and Anderson took every opportunity to tease me. As I read reports, he’d walk by and reach down to pinch a nipple through my dress, and as I stood making coffee, he rubbed his cock against my ass. His dick seemed perpetually hard inside his gray trousers.

As for me, I’d worn a rust-colored sweater dress with three bodice buttons and a slim belt. The soft fabric hugged every one of my curves. More importantly, for anyone who cared to notice — such as poor cunt-struck Greg — it highlighted the fact that I wore no undergarments beneath.

You just had to look at me long enough to catch on, and Greg had. I winked at him on the way to the mail room and he looked like he might keel over from anticipation.

When five o’clock rolled around, and the majority of the office began to pack up, Greg turned diligently to his desk to put in some overtime.

We stood upstairs for about a half an hour, me and Anderson. We watched the poor boy struggling so very hard to keep his cool, to do some work and wait.

Anderson wrapped an arm around my waist. His erection pressed to the cleft of my ass through my dress. His hand wandered up to cup my breast. He pinched my nipple as he nibbled on my earlobe. I shivered, feeling my cunt growing ever more moist.

He whispered, “He’s creaming in his pants down there. Thinking about how hot and wet that pussy is. How tight it is. How much he wants to be in it again. To feel it grabbing his dick and squeezing him all the way to nirvana.”

I was lost in his words as he whispered them. He slid his hand up beneath my dress and strummed my clit, working me up. He was getting me wet and ready and horny beyond belief for my young lover.

I arched against his hand as he latched onto the back of my neck with his mouth. He sucked and nibbled. And then, as he pushed a finger into my pussy and pressed the heel of his hand to my tender clit, he bit me.

I came, shaking in his arms.

Below, Greg looked up at the smoky windows. He may have heard my cry out, but there was no way to know for sure.

“I should get down there,” I whispered, feeling my pussy twitch.

“You should,” Anderson said, smacking me on the ass.

I took my time descending the metal steps and walking down the hall. I knew for a fact my tapping heels could be heard from the sales floor. More than one good-natured employee had told me so. I wanted Greg to hear, and I wanted him to squirm while he waited for me.

He was at his desk pretending to read something when I entered the room. I caught his gaze and sauntered over to him, deliberately putting one foot in front of the other to exaggerate the swing of my hips.

He was practically drooling by the time I reached him.

I grabbed his blue and yellow tie and reeled him in. I gave him a rough kiss, and he let out a helpless-sounding groan.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Is your dick hard?”

Again, he nodded, looking very much like a deranged bobble head. It made me smile.

“Do you want a second helping of what you had yesterday?”

Another nod.

“Get up, then.”

He stood, and I hiked myself up onto his desk. I spread my legs and raised my dress, so it just barely covered my pussy. My cunt was beating in time with my heart because I was so turned on. I was wet and ready for more.

Knowing Anderson was there — on the other side of the glass, enjoying the show — just made everything better.

“First, you need to get on your knees,” I told him.

My obedient little plaything went down without a word.

I spread my thighs wide and watched him assess me. He licked his lips, and seeing his excitement made me quiver inside.

Greg put his hands tentatively on my inner thighs and leaned in to taste me. His demeanor reminded me of a bee sampling nectar.

But he had talent. His tongue was tickling at first. Then it took great sweeping tours of my folds and my clit. He suckled me so perfectly I found myself clutching the edge of the desk. Then he pushed the rigid tip of his tongue into my pussy.

When he returned to my clit, I found myself gasping. I grabbed the desk. I tried to hold on, but I came with a cry and a rush of my own juices.

He sat back on his haunches with a satisfied look on his face.

I looked down at him and said, “Take off my dress.”

He stood, and I raised my arms. He pulled the knit dress over my head with ease. My hair flared out like a dark cloud before settling around my shoulders again.

The room was a bit chilly, making my nipples stiffen into twin points.

He made a desperate, needy sound, the sound of a highly aroused man. My favorite kind.

I glanced up at the windows, feeling the rush I always do when I know my husband is watching me in action. Then I reclined on Greg’s desk and spread my legs, inviting him to enter me.

He practically broke his belt trying to get it off, and then his pants were being kicked off and his hefty cock was hard and in his hand.

He stepped between my thighs and ran his cock over my throbbing clitoris, making me jolt. Then he dipped the tip of himself into my wet slit. He entered me, but only briefly, before pulling back out to drag his dick through my wetness.

I raised my hips, allowing one hand to wander to my nipples. I pinched them and tugged them, knowing the sight would drive Anderson wild.

Greg planted his hands on his desk and jammed into me deeply. His energetic thrusts scooted me across the furniture.

I slid my hand over my belly, and then wormed my finger along my pussy. I found my clit and gave it a little strum.

He slowed his rhythm, watching me stroke myself.

“Does that feel good?” I purred.

“Hell, yeah,” he said.

I moved up to force him deeper into me. His cock felt so perfect as it rammed inside my snatch.

We heard footsteps on the stairs, and he faltered.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “It’s OK. Just keep going.”

He looked hesitant, so I squeezed my pussy tight around his dick. That got him to move. He started to fuck me even faster than before.

Anderson strolled in, gave Greg a brisk nod and said, “Thought I’d join you and my wife.”

“Wife?” Greg repeated, looking like he was about to pass out.

My husband walked to the end of the desk where my head was.

“We’re married,” I confessed. “But it’s fine. Don’t stop. We’re both enjoying this.”

I said to Anderson, “Tell him, honey.”

My husband opened his pants, pulled out his cock and gave it a few brisk strokes.

“I am enjoying it immensely. Watching you two together is very invigorating.”

I let my head hang back and stuck my tongue out playfully. Anderson dragged his cock along my tongue.

Greg’s tempo increased. He was digging it. His fingertip pressed my clit like a button, and I jumped a little.

“That felt nice, I think,” Anderson said.

“It did,” I admitted.

My hubby slid his cock along my parted lips. I flicked my tongue out to tease him.

“I think you gentlemen should let me turn over,” I said.

Anderson stroked my hair, and then Greg pulled out of me immediately — eager to follow my lead.

I slid to the floor, the utilitarian carpeting rough against my knees. And then the men were flanking me: Anderson on his knees in front of me, thrusting into my willing mouth as Greg resumed fucking me eagerly.

“She’s tight, right? It’s hard not to come the moment you enter her, isn’t it?” Anderson commented.

Greg gasped his affirmative response, and he started to buck faster. His fingers slid across my skin, and he nudged a digit against my asshole.

“Go ahead. Put your finger in her asshole,” Anderson prompted.

Greg moaned long and low.

“She likes it. She’ll come,” he assured him with a nod.

Greg pushed his finger slowly into my ass, and that extra pressure, that added sensation, was exquisite. I pushed back to take more of his dick and his finger.

That triggered another moan from Greg. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he was in pain.

“That’s it. Fuck her ass with your finger while you nail her pussy with your cock. She told me you’ve got a big one. She likes it.”

There was another moan from Greg, along with a tightening of his fingertips on my hips. He squeezed me so tightly, it was almost painful. But I loved it.

I slammed back against him, squeezed my internal muscles around him, and listened to my husband’s devilish words.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to come,” Greg warned.

I was close, too.

Anderson curled his fingers against my chin and pushed his cock deep into my mouth, nearly making me gag.

Greg shot off first. He banged against me hard, and I felt him gush inside me. He was still coming as he pulled out. My pussy quivered and jumped with a final flurry of orgasmic tremors.

And then there was Anderson. The first burst of his cream hit my tongue, and he just kept shooting. I did my best to swallow his load, but it still ran down my chin.

My husband wiped away a stray rivulet with his thumb and then zipped up.

“Keep up the good work, you two,” he said, walking away without a second glance.

I pulled my dress back on, while Greg was still hunting down his pants.

“So, Greg, think you might be free to work overtime in the future?” I asked.

“You can count on me, ma’am,” he immediately replied.

That threeway with Anderson and Greg stands out as my most unforgettable lay, but something tells me those boys will help me make even more potent memories in the very near future.