Story Code: MM/F

My boyfriend and I had settled down to a routine of sorts: when Hubby was gone on his business trips, my boyfriend would come by for dinner and a sexual romp and Friday night was our time, he away from his wife on 'business' and I was alone and ready for some frivolity.

Tonight, I was home early from work, we got a few hours off on a Friday to do personal things which was when my girlfriend at work and I would hit the local for a glass and, if we were lucky, as we usually were, an extra glass from a bar gent just to get the weekend started on an easy note and now I was at home getting ready for 'date night' with my boyfriend.

He liked me to dress up, or down, but tonight, after fixing a few early evening snacks for us I was, you guessed it, dressed in a French Maid's costume, it was a short, well not just short, it had a very revealing little skirt, suspenders, stockings, no knickers, as they were just in the way of 'business,' high heels, a frilly top and my hair in a bun. Guess that's why there were so many pregnant French Maids? I fixed the snacks, another glass of wine, thinking of the fun ahead as the sun was setting, walking back and forth, setting the table, and waiting for the knock on the door.

I opened the door and got a surprise and and bot a pleasant one. My heart sank. Here I was wet, ready and randy for 'our' little evening of play and there was my boyfriend, and some guy I had never seen before. His boss! Talk about a sudden drying up of my anticipation, that was how I felt as I opened the door. I had daggers in my eyes and made sure that my boyfriend could see them. He had a bottle of wine in his hand and flowers, I thought I would like to stuff the flowers down his throat and the wine bottle up his arse!

I was mad, my face flushed with anger. How dare he cancel our 'date night' plans. 'Fuck him and the world!' I thought to myself as I went back to the kitchen. I would just dump all the food, drink more wine, get totally drunk and look for someone else to bring excitement in my life.

I had more the wine and mulled over my disgust for a moment and I settled down a little. "Just sit down and relax a little" my boyfriend said, "we'll have a nice evening."

'In your dreams,' I thought to myself but went to the table and sat down with the two of them, I still had smoke coming out of my ears! And then the small talk about work, about their day and mine, about the gent who bought my girlfriend and me a wine at the pub, and I started to calm down as I saw his boss wasn't a bad fellow, he had a sense of humour and he apologized for joining us on 'our night' and seemed interested in me and my job and cared about what I was telling the two of them.

My boyfriend got up and said he was going to the kitchen to open the wine he had brought and there I was with his boss and having nothing in common to talk about we sat in silence for a long moment before he said, "I like your outfit," and put his hand on my leg. "You look like one of those French

Maids in the movies," and as he said that he squeezed my knee, giving me shivers as it would anyone. You know the knee is sensitive, like mine. "Your boyfriend thinks a lot of you and I can see why."

His boss's hand was moving above my knee, "He'll see," I said.

I was already wet just thinking about my boyfriend visiting on our 'date night' and his boss's hand was getting close to pay dirt. I closed my legs on his hand which was almost 'there" and he said: "He knows what I'm doing. It's all right. He wants me here and after tonight he'll never have to look for work again."

My legs relaxed. His hand was warm and exciting and I was thinking if I should strangle my boyfriend or just stick him with my kitchen knife and his boss's hand moved above my suspenders and was petting my pussy. "You're wet," he said. I just smiled. "You were expecting a quiet evening with him and he says you are one hot girl, he asked me to come along as a surprise for you."

I looked his boss in the eye. he could see I was surprised and then I surprised myself by opening my legs, feeling his fingers on me. His fingers made me hot and I thought 'I'll teach my boyfriend a lesson.' I took a drink of wine, his boss was churning my mind and my cunt when my boyfriend returned to the table with snacks and all of this stopped abruptly adjusting in my chair. My boyfriend looked at me and at his boss and we all smiled.

The small talk started again and while the words filled the air, I was thinking; 'His boss is handsome; he has a nice build, why not go with my boyfriend's plan? Especially if it means my boyfriend gets a steady job, more than steady, and it would be fun, naughty and sexy and so I was now waiting for my boyfriend to leave his boss and me alone so we could have a little more private time which my boyfriend did.' "I'm going out to get some more wine," he said, "I'll be back in a little...don't do anything I wouldn't do!" And off he popped.

As the door closed, my eyes were down at the table, suddenly I wasn't sure of all this. His boss lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, got up, stood over me, both hands on my face, leaning down, kissing me, really kissing and we were tonguing each other, he pulled me to my feet and guided me to the couch, sitting on the couch and he hand was under my little frilly French thing, "I want to taste you," he said and was on his knees, his mouth on my privates, "I love your suspenders and your thighs are so silky, you're a fucking juicy girl and you're ready and I can tell you're randy, now I'm going to eat you."

He was sending me somewhere close to heaven and I was hoping boyfriend wouldn't hurry back as his boss's tongue was licking me, and I was playing with his ears. He looked up and smiled, his mouth was wet with my juice and I was almost cuming on his tongue when the door opened and everything stopped. There was my boyfriend: 'Oh fuck! Just leave us alone for a few minutes!' I thought.

So our evening had began on a low note, had grown to a high note, then had been interrupted by my boyfriend, and then the three of us sat on the couch together and I began to learn about 'threesomes.' The two men at my body, from top to bottom and everywhere in between. My boyfriend got up for the loo and when he got back I was being fucked by his boss, my legs splayed and his boss's long cock pumping away at my cunt, my boyfriend sat beside us and started working on my nipples between the two of them they made me cum harder than I'd ever cum in my life before but they weren't finished.

Before I had cooled down from my orgasm both men started fucking me, one on top of me and the other on the underneath filling my arse and cunt at the same time, totally filling me with hot cock and all I could do was cum hard over and over again, I had semen flooding out of both of my holes, running from my arse crack to my cunt. The three of us hot and naked coming down from a memorable evening which started with only the knock on a door. Who could have known that so much pleasure could come from one simple knock on a door?

Monday morning soon came and with it a new working day. I was bathed, dressed and ready; my make-up in place and it was almost time to leave when there was a knock on my door. Opening it and there was my boyfriend's boss, unannounced, and he came in and gave me a knowing hug. His face was red this wasn't part of my boyfriend's plan; his boss was here without my boyfriend's knowledge or consenting. Just his boss taking liberties behind my boyfriend's back, wanting another quick naughty ride and I said: "Just don't mess my hair or make-up."

He lifted me on the kitchen table, pushing me back, I was instantly wet for him or was I still wet from the other evening, it had been on my mind all weekend, but I was wet and ready for a morning fuck. I was all dressed for work but he had my skirt at my waist, pushing aside my knickers, his cock in me, fucking me again and I was holding on looking forward to a quick orgasm, there was no foreplay or holding back just sex, hot fucking, as I lifted my cunt on him it was easy and wet and ready, my cunt knew its task, squeezing on his cock, wetting it for insertion and in it came all the way up to my throat, no foreplay, no kissing, no nothing, I took a deep breath and released and lifted to receive him.

Then, without a word we went off to work, two happy people with flushed faces and smiles. It was just our little delicious secret from my boyfriend. It wasn't the last secret either we'd keep from him either!

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