Margot kicked off her heels the moment she stepped through the door, her eyes sparkling with the kind of news that demanded immediate sharing. Bryce looked up from the couch, sensing the shift in the air. "You won't believe the office gossip," she said, striding over with purpose. "The named partner visits three or four times a year, and he's already bedded every woman there. The paralegals spent lunch detailing how he'll zero in on me as the new girl, promising it'll be the best sex of my life. They're practically prepping me like it's a rite of passage."
Bryce set his book aside, pulse quickening. "And what do you think? Is this the chance we've been circling in our role-play?" Margot smirked, settling beside him. "Maybe. We've talked about another man fucking me while you watch, kissing me, holding my hand. This could be safe, controlled. But only if we both want it." Their conversation sharpened into witty exchanges about boundaries and thrills, her voice laced with challenge. "You'd love watching, wouldn't you?"
Tension coiled as they leaned closer, words turning explicit. "Imagine him sliding his cock into my pussy while you tell me how beautiful I look," Margot said, her hand tracing his thigh. Bryce countered, "And you'd tell me how good it feels, how lucky you are to have a husband who lets you play." They laughed, but the heat built, her strong gaze holding his. "Don't get cocky; I'd still run the show."
Clothes began to fall away in a slow dance of mutual hunger. Bryce pulled her into his lap, fingers exploring her ass as she ground against him. "You're already wet," he murmured. "Dripping for the fantasy." Margot arched, assertive. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it. Tell me how turned on you get watching me." Their dialogue flowed, sharp and teasing, building to the moment she freed his hard cock.
She stroked him firmly, then lowered to give a deliberate blowjob, eyes locked on his. "This is just the preview," she panted between strokes. "In reality, you'd hold my hand while he takes me." Bryce groaned, guiding her up to straddle him. He kissed her deeply, touching her breasts as she sank onto his cock, her pussy clenching tight. "You feel incredible," he said. "So beautiful, so mine even when shared."
Margot rode him with confident rhythm, sweating from the effort, her voice steady. "It feels so good, Bryce. I'm lucky to have you letting me play. I love you for this." He gripped her hand, thrusting up to meet her. "I love you too, and watching you come apart drives me wild." Their pace quickened, her ass slapping against him, both panting as the role-play words spilled out in heated bursts.
The climax hit hard; Margot came first, her body shuddering, then Bryce followed, cum spilling deep inside her. They clung together, breathing ragged, the room thick with satisfaction. She nuzzled his neck, whispering one final tease about the partner's impending visit. "When he arrives, the real game begins."
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