The company ballroom hummed with forced laughter and clinking glasses as I guided my wife Sumudu through the crowd. Her short black dress hugged every curve, and those strappy open high heels flashed glimpses of her smooth soles with each step. My boss, Victor, spotted her instantly, his eyes lingering a beat too long.
"Sumudu, you look devastating tonight," Victor said, flashing a charming grin as he approached. "Care for a drink? Your husband won't mind sharing you for a moment, will he?"
Sumudu arched an eyebrow, her voice laced with playful steel. "Sharing? How generous of you to assume. But a drink sounds better than another round of small talk. Lead on, Victor." She winked at me, her confidence radiating as she followed him to the bar.
After drinks came the dance floor. Victor pulled her close, their bodies moving in sync while I watched from the sidelines, feeling myself grow hard at the sight of his hands on her waist. Sumudu laughed sharply at something he whispered, then glanced my way with a knowing smirk. Moments later, they slipped away down a hallway.
I found them in a quiet side room, the door ajar. Sumudu stood tall, not yielding an inch as Victor kissed her deeply. "You think you can handle this?" she teased between breaths, her tone witty and commanding. "Show me what you've got before I change my mind." Clothes hit the floor in a rush—her dress pooling, his shirt discarded.
She dropped to her knees with a sly smile, taking his hard cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working expertly while he groaned. "Mmm, not bad," she murmured around him, "but let's see if you can keep up." They moved to the bed where he entered her wet pussy first, then turned her for her ass, both of them panting and sweating as the rhythm built. Sumudu stayed in control, directing with sharp words: "Harder, or are you all talk?"
Victor bound her hands behind her back with his tie, then secured her feet, exposing those perfect soles. He slid his throbbing cock between them, fucking her soles with desperate thrusts while she watched him with fiery eyes, her pussy dripping from the earlier attention. "Your perfume is driving me wild," he growled. She came hard, her body arching as he followed, cum spilling across her skin.
"Ecstatic doesn't even cover it," Sumudu panted with a wicked grin, already hinting at darker cravings as the night stretched on.
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