I met Michal on my last job at the end of September – but you will learn all the important things about him in due time. We used to know each other very well, but our paths diverged and I haven’t heard from him for more than two years. He started a new business and fate arranged for our paths to cross again.

In the evening, after all the meetings and social formalities, we were left alone with a drink. I have been in this business for fifteen years. I have a regular clientele, but lately I have lacked the spark and courage to try something new. Michal, as a newcomer, was bursting with ideas – and one of them was truly brilliant. I knew how to implement it. We had a few drinks and shook hands like men – we agreed to go into it together.

After returning home, I told Laura, my business partner and wife, about the great idea, but I didn’t mention Michal. She agreed that the project had huge potential, it just needed legal treatment and contracts. I told her that “the new guy” would take care of it. Michal started the whole process and after a month everything was ready – all that was missing was the signatures.

At the beginning of last week I had to leave for work unplanned. There is always chaos at the end of the year and this time was no different. On Tuesday Michal called me to say that the contracts were ready and he would come on Thursday. I told him that I would not be back until Friday night, but that my Laura would definitely be happy to sign it for him.

Laura
My husband called me on Wednesday night.
“Laura, your new partner is coming to see you tomorrow morning. We need to sign those contracts – it’s urgent. You know how much I care about this. Be nice… and please don’t screw it up!”
I just smiled. If he cares so much, I care twice as much.

In the morning I sent him a few photos from the office.
“I’m waiting for him. Do you think this outfit is appropriate?” to which he didn’t respond at all.
The morning sun was shining into the room, refracting on the glass of the conference table. The air smelled of coffee and perfume. I turned on my laptop, arranged my papers, and ran my fingers through my hair. I told myself that I would leave the button on my blouse undone today. If my husband cared so much about the project, I would be flirtatious, but not too much.

Shortly after eight, someone knocked on the door. It opened – and time stood still for a moment.
A man in a white shirt entered. His gaze met mine, and at that moment my knees shook.
“Laura?”
His voice sounded the same as before – low, a little hoarse, with that familiar undertone that always made me vibrate.
“Michal…” I whispered before I could realize it.
The atmosphere thickened. The office suddenly seemed too small. Memories swirled in my head – of nights when excitement mixed with desire, his body with mine, and all the orgasms I had experienced with him.

Only at that moment did I understand that my husband had deliberately not told me anything about his “new partner”. And his unplanned business trip? That was definitely planned down to the last detail. Michal was the man we had met two years ago for a threesome. Two years had passed… and now he was standing here, with a contract in his hand that had nothing to do with our past – and yet it reminded me of it.

There was a moment of silence between us. He handed me the documents – our fingers touched for a moment. Just a little, but enough to send a wave of warmth through me. A brief touch that reminded me of everything I had slowly forgotten.
“You haven’t changed,” he said after a moment of silence.
I smiled. “Neither have you.”
He picked up the pen and signed. Slowly, intently – as if he wanted to delay the moment when our eyes would meet again. When he handed it back to me, I felt something move inside me. The words that could fall hung in the air, but we both knew that if we said them, they could never be taken back.
“Thank you,” I finally said. My voice trembled slightly. “The contract is valid.”
Michal smiled.
“Maybe some contracts are only valid on paper,” he whispered—and his tongue stuck right into my lips.

At that moment I forgot why he was here. I got wet and all I had in my mind was that I needed to be his whore again. He was standing in front of me and I couldn’t miss his crotch, which was really swollen. I ran my hand through his pants and felt the hardness there. I unbuttoned his belt and freed his hard, swollen, veiny cock. Michal unbuttoned my blouse, grabbed my hair, put me on my knees, pulled out my tits and grabbed me tightly by the neck with the words “I never stopped thinking about you, I’ve never fucked such a perfect slut!”

I obediently got on all fours and licked his balls, my tongue went from them to the glans, which I surrounded with my lips and started to suck. After a few seconds he grabbed me by the hair again and shoved his hard cock down my throat. He started to fuck my mouth hard and suffocate me with his hard cock. I was in his power, tears were streaming down my face and saliva started flying everywhere. He slapped me here and there and pinched my nose so that I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t forget that I can perfectly enjoy sucking cock.

When he pulled it out of my mouth, I stood up and started playing with my pierced nipples. He sucked and bit them so hard that I moaned. He brought his hands together and squeezed my tits hard, just the way I like it. After a while, he turned me around and bent me over the table like a whore. He lifted my skirt and inserted three fingers hard into my dripping pussy. I moaned and when he felt the wetness, he added another.

My squirming pussy echoed through the office, interspersed with intense sighs. He felt me ​​shaking, pulled his hand out of me and shoved his cock all the way into my pussy. He pushed my head into the desk and fucked me like he was out of his mind. The feeling of being in his power, combined with the hard thrusting, brought me to my first orgasm. I didn’t even have time to take a deep breath when he turned me over, grabbed my ass and laid me down on the desk.

He started kissing me passionately and rubbed his head against my clitoris. I lay down and at that moment he was inside me again. He didn’t let up, he fucked me for about 15 minutes during which I acted like a teenager. I think after the fourth orgasm he pulled it out, turned me over again and sprayed a good dose of hot semen on my ass and back.

“So now you have my signature on you, you slut!”
I pulled my panties over my sprayed ass, pulled down my rolled-up skirt, adjusted myself, and sat down in my husband’s chair. Michal buttoned his pants, kissed me, and left with the words “I look forward to our next collaboration.”

I opened the window to air out the office, sat down at my laptop but couldn’t concentrate on my work. I looked at the monitor but all I could think about was our “new” partner. Around lunchtime, someone knocked again.
The door opened and my husband stood there.