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About eight years ago, my husband got laid off from his job. After bouncing around several minimum-wage jobs, he decided to work on a bit of a passion project. In the following years, he worked hard and got the company up and running. About a year in, I spent all my spare time helping him. Another year later, we crunched the numbers and concluded that it made more sense for me to quit my job and work with him. Despite the hectic work, our sex life was good. Nothing relieves stress like long, slow lovemaking after a hard work day.

The company continued to grow, and we got ourselves a proper office instead of working out of the spare bedroom. With it being just the two of us in the office, things sometimes tended to get hot. I can not count the times I ended up bent over my desk or knelt on the floor to suck him off while he was on the phone. There was something extra hot about doing it at the office.

The work kept increasing, and finally, we hired someone (Sam) to help. Sam was a few years younger and good-looking. My husband and I resolved to keep our fun in the office to a minimum. But we couldn’t stick with it. We had sex or did oral while Sam was just outside his office. And we weren’t subtle about it either. To the point, Sam once remarked about it while we were getting coffee one morning. I apologised for making him uncomfortable, but he was gracious and said he did not mind. I told my husband about it, and again we resolved to minimise the office fun. Again the resolution lasted only a few days. The crowning moment was after being fucked; I left my husband’s office to get some water. It was well after when Sam was to go home, so I went naked except for my heels. While I was getting the water, I heard the main door open, and in walked Sam. There was nothing to cover myself with, and I couldn’t run off, so I just stood there.

Sam looked shocked, but he recovered quickly and asked if I was working late. His eyes roved all over my body, taking in the sight of how freshly fucked I looked – I was sweaty, my makeup smeared, my hair tousled, cum on my face and breasts. I muttered a yes, and he told me he had returned to pick something up from his desk. He walked past me and got what he came for, and left, telling me to enjoy my night. I went back and told my husband what had happened. He bent me back over the desk, and as he fucked me, he kept asking me what I wondered of Sam seeing me like that, and I cummed; I admitted that it was hot.

A few weeks later, my husband told me that the company was doing well, and he felt it was time to give Sam a bonus for his hard work. He told me he wasn’t going in that day; I was to give Sam his cheque and other bonuses that I felt were appropriate if Sam wanted those bonuses.

Two hours later, I was sitting across from Sam. He held the cheque and asked if I was joking about the other bonuses. I told him I was not. He asked if my husband knew. I told him yes, and it was fine.

Sam leaned back in the chair, looking at me. Then he told me to get on my knees. I immediately did. He told me to come over, and I crawled on all fours to him and knelt between his legs. He didn’t say anything more; he just gestured. A few moments later, his pants were opened and slightly pulled down as I wrapped my mouth around his cock. We didn’t get any work done that day. Sam took all his bonuses. Finally, we both were exhausted and sore. As we left, I told Sam if he kept up the good work, these bonuses would be a regular thing.

Sam continued to do his work in the same excellent fashion, and I kept giving the bonuses. With company continuing to grow, my work began to suffer as I spent a lot of time on the bonuses. My husband got his distribute too. I finally told my husband we needed more help, and he agreed. We also told Sam, and he recommended his friend for the job. My husband and I interviewed the friend (Alan) and a few other candidates for the position. Alan was by far the best candidate, and Sam vouched for him, so we hired Alan. My husband suggested I begin giving Alan bonuses too, but at first, I couldn’t get a good enough read on him to gauge how he would react to such a thing. Sam wasn’t also sure.

A few months in, Alan turned out to be a good fit. He was good with computers, and he became our IT. Then, one day a very nervous Alan asked to see my husband privately. He told my husband that the computer that stores our CCTV was almost full, so he had gone to delete some of the older footage. He had skimmed through some of the footage and came across a video from the front room camera of Sam dragging me by the hair through the door and throwing me on the desk, ripping my clothes off, and fucking me. Alan told my husband there was more such footage. My husband calmly told him he knew, and if he had looked more, he would have seen my husband and me doing similar things. Alan was smart, but it took him a minute to figure out what my husband was saying. He immediately apologised for snooping. My husband told him it was unnecessary and that he was just doing his job. Then my husband called me, and when I joined them, he told Alan everything. He told Alan that he was owed a signing-on bonus and left me alone with him.

In the weeks that followed, I fell into a routine. I came to the office with my husband, and my first task was to give him a blowjob at his desk. Then I would go out and give blowjobs to Sam and Alan. Then I would go to my desk and begin working. Then before we took a break for lunch, both my husband and Sam wanted blowjobs, and Alan wanted sex. So I would blow Sam, then be spit-roasted at my desk while Sam went to get our lunches. After lunch, I would work again until one of the three entered my office. Usually, they would take me one by one, but I had the three of them together too. After a few weeks of this, at their urging, I started doing anal again. My husband had taken my anal virginity when we were dating, but he was too thick for me to take it regularly. Luckily I didn’t have that issue with Sam or Alan. I could even take my husband without much discomfort after I had been fucked by the two of the first.

As this went on, the guys introduced rules around the office for me. I had to be topless and wear a skirt – I negotiated that down from being fully nude because our leather chairs would stick to you badly when you were sweaty; in return, I had to have a dildo in my pussy and wear a butt plug unless either of those had to be removed so that they could fuck me.

To say my productivity suffered would be an understatement. I got almost no work done except for keeping the men happy. Their work suffered too, but my husband hired two more men that year and another the following year. My day at the office consisted only of sex.

Then Covid hit, and we had to turn everything down. The company survived, but we lost a lot of clients and had to let go of some staff. Somehow, in the middle of the lockdowns, Alan got a girlfriend, and when things opened up again, he didn’t want to participate in our activities. Sam developed an anti-vax streak, and we let him go. Though last I heard, he changed his mind after catching Covid. Of the others, two stayed with us. The third got his dream job and left at the start of last year. Due to company conditions, the work is now manageable by my husband and the other two.

Near the end of last year, my husband and I decided to try for a baby, so we went anal only at the office. I am now four months pregnant and slowly stepping away from being the office slut.

NSFW: yes

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