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Tia was employed with the city as a Human Resources Senior Specialist, and was responsible for managing the various HR obligations her department provided to the numerous areas within the organization, but one of the largest departments she alone oversaw, and invested a majority of her time with, was the 3,000 employees of the Police Department. She would routinely be required to attend meetings with Captains and other high ranking department heads in relation to officer's and their impact on the city, discussing disciplinary actions, compensation, contract negotiations, and other aspects where HR was essential. Occasionally, those meeting were held one-on-one in her office, and other times they were scheduled in a room full of some very important and intimidating people.

Tia was very good at her job! She had built and established a solid foundation within the police department, forming many friendships and relationships along the way, but there was one individual who she had developed a deeper connection toward and became very close too, his name was Brad. Brad was a Captain in the department, and over the years of working side-by-side, and often one-on-one, her fondness for him had slowly transformed into a strong sexual attraction. She wasn't wanting a romantic relationship in the traditional sense, she was already happily married, but she found Brad to be an extremely attractive man!

Brad was white male in his early 50's, standing 5'10" tall, weighing 165 pounds, with gorgeous sea-blue eyes, a vibrant and inviting smile, blonde hair with a wealth of gray, a strong and fit runner's body with an upper chest that was incredibly stern and defined, and a very sexually pleasing and firm ass. He was kind, gentle, attentive, and often sarcastic, but in a playful way, which reminded her a lot of her husband, and even looked a great deal like him as well. Every time they would meet, she found it difficult to hide her attraction and keep things professional, nervously trying not give away any hints of the interest she had in him, and the desire for him to be pressed against her naked body.

Tia and her husband had a very stable and prosperous relationship. They loved each other greatly and shared a bond that was genuine and nearly unbreakable, appearing to everyone as the average happily married couple, but behind closed doors, they often enjoyed experimenting with various abnormal sexual ideas and fantasies, eager to push their fleshly curiosity to a whole other level and reward themselves with the enjoyments kinky sex provided, and the many pleasures they could bring. They had experimented with everything from strap-on's to bondage, role-play to fucking machines, but now they were interested in a very unique kind of fantasy, a fantasy that had the capability of shattering everything they knew about forming an intimate connection, a deed with the potential to unlock unimaginable pleasures that neither of them could comprehend. It was a fantasy that had the capability to give them a very different type of passion and lust, the kind only found when the coupling of sex was unbalanced; it was the fantasy of a threesome.

Both Tia and her husband agreed toward the beginning of their fantasy discussions that the best option for their first-time experience would be to invite another man into their relationship. It was a solution to keep Tia feeling comfortable, positioning her as the entire focal point of a very special coupling, gifting her with a unique connection to savor in the pleasurable romantic bliss of two men bringing her to climax again and again, creating a sensual and erotic triangle of passion. It was agreed that if Tia found a potential partner, it would be acceptable for her to discuss the particulars of their coupling, alluding to what they hoped to achieve and what the rules would be, gauging their responses to ensure they would be a good match for the two of them. It was even suitable for her to kiss their potential for the purpose of identifying if there was a sexual bond between them, believing that a woman could tell a lot about a man just by how he kissed a woman.

If there was anything else she wanted to explore, or felt something specific was necessary to strengthen the likelihood of finding a good candidate, the best option would be to communicate what it was she was trying to achieve, and together they would decide if it was right for their goals; although her husband had said that it would be acceptable for her to "sample the goods" beforehand. With her attraction toward Brad, she knew he would be the perfect candidate for their threesome fantasy, basing her presumption on the ongoing work relationship they shared, and the often-flirtatious behavior between them. But, he was married, and she was unsure how he felt about her, knowing the likelihood of him wanting the same was slim, and swaying her of any ideas in inviting him to join in her and her husband's erotic adventures.

At the age of 38, Tia was a beautiful and sexually ravishing exotic black woman! She was about 5'6", 115lbs, long wavy black hair, a seductive caramel toned skin, long attractive legs, a gorgeous and welcoming smile, full and lusciously plump lips, high cheek bones, breathtaking chocolate-colored eyes, a heart-shaped ass that was immaculate and round, and a pair of stunning 34DD breasts that were perky and voluptuous, with large lightly shaded areolas and nipples that stuck out like thumbtacks when aroused. Most men couldn't help but stare at her captivating breasts, and she often caught Brad snagging a brief glimpse when he thought she wasn't looking, especially when she wore something a little more revealing. To her, it wasn't a sign that he was into her, all men loved to stare at her breasts, but it did make her feel good that he noticed.

Late one Friday afternoon, while Tia was in her office, she received an email from Brad asking if he could stop by her office to discuss some information about an officer. She replied that she was free for the last hour and half left in the day, and he if he wanted to, he was more than welcome to stop by. Within minutes she received a phone call from the front desk announcing his arrival, and directed the receptionist to send him back to her office. With it being exceptionally late in the afternoon on a Friday, all of the staff had already gone home for the day, leaving the HR floor very empty with only Tia and the receptionist still in the department.

Her office was located in the back of the HR floor, fairly secluded from all the other offices. It was a small office that had no windows, but provided enough space for a modest couch, two chairs around a small table, and a decent sized L-shaped desk with a comfy computer chair. The door, like all doors in HR, locked for the protection of confidential documentation and privacy, offering isolation during an important meeting, or when Tia wanted to take a quick nap during her lunch. It wasn't much, but it was a very intimate and cozy setting that gave her a calming peace when dealing with the turmoil of the day.

Tia sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen with her legs crossed underneath, the overhead office lights were off with only a corner lamp to softly brighten the room. She was wearing a short black skirt that concealed a pair of sexy see-through white lace panties, a pair of long black boots that stretched just above the knees, and a loose fitting deep purple short-sleeved blouse that zipped in the front like a jacket, only secured to just above her pantie matching white lace bra, revealing a copious amount of cleavage that her bra and blouse just couldn't contain.

There was a gentle knock at the door, "Hey Brad, come on in," she announced, her back facing away from the entrance, still working at her computer.

Brad walked in, closed the door behind him, and immediately sat on the closes end of the couch facing the back of her chair, his position only a few feet from her, "Tia, I need your help," he exclaimed.

She paused the work she was performing and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen to take notes, "What's going on, Brad?" spinning in her chair to face him, keeping her legs tightly closed so not to expose her underwear.

As she turned, she was immediately captivated by how handsome he looked that day, wearing a pair of black slacks with his badge and gun visibly secured to the strap of his belt, a nice pair of brightly shined black dress shoes with dark blue socks, a long-sleeved white button-down dress shirt, and a dark blue tie that seem to bring out the sapphire in his extraordinary eyes. Entranced by the piercing blue staring back at her, when she placed the pad of paper on her lap, she accidently dropped the pen to the floor.

"Oops!" she exclaimed, quickly bending down to pick it up. As she leaned her body forward, she unintentionally exposed a clear view of her breasts through the partially unzipped portion of her loose-fitting blouse, gravity uncovering a significant gap in the fabric, and gifting Brad an excellent angle to see her massive tits confined within her elegant see-through bra. They dangled seductively inside the split of her shirt, with her perky nipples visible through the sheer lace material. The lighting was low, but with the closeness of their seating, it was impossible for Brad not to have seen every inch of her caramel tone breasts.

She snatched the pen and quickly sat up in embarrassment, placing her hand against the split in her shirt to cover what she had just exposed, "I'm so sorry, Brad. I didn't mean to give you a show," blushing, "That was very unprofessional of me."

Brad sat with a look of amazement and disbelief! His mouth partially opened with a stunned gaze in his eyes, unsure what to think about the beauty he had just witnessed. They both sat in silence for a brief moment, then Brad looked at Tia and said, "I'm going to take a leap of faith here, and I hope I'm not being too forward... I've wanted you for the longest time, Tia. I know you're married, and so am I... but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

Her face was beet red! She placed the pad of paper and pen back on the desk, then looked at him in surprise, and with a bashful voice, responded, "What are you saying, Brad?"

"Well, to be blunt, I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I met you, and like I said, I know we're both married, but if you'd be okay with it, I'd like to show you just how much you turn me on... but only if it's okay?" a look of lust emitting from his stare.

A bit astonished by his confession, and unsure exactly where this was going, she replied with a curious but resistant voice, "Okay... what is it you want to show me?"

He slowly stood to his feet, the waist of his slacks at eye level and revealing a hefty size bulge protruding from the crotch of his pants, obviously aroused by either the sight of her breasts, or his admission of wanting to fuck her, prompting a warmness to suddenly form between her legs as her heart started to race.

Reaching his palm out as an offering, he spoke in a gentle and alluring voice, "Give me your hand."

She looked up from her dick-gazed stare and into his now trembling eyes, placing her hand into his, her entireness submitting to the intense eroticism that was rapidly forming within in the confines of her office. She wasn't sure what he was about to do, but knew she'd wanted him for the longest time and trusted everything about him.

He took her hand and clasped the backside of her wrist, moving it slowly toward the swell of his slacks without any resistance from her, placing her palm against the outer formation of his erect cock, its sizable hardness slanting to his left, and stretching to the band of his waist like it was trying to burst from beneath his belt. He held her hand firmly against the rounded impression of his pant, sliding it up and down so she could feel the intensity of his erection, and just how big he actually was.

Peering down at her with a hunger of horniness, he spoke, "This is how much you turn me on, Tia. You make me extremely hard! Harder than any woman has ever made me. And just to let you know, this isn't the first time you've done this to me."

With his substantial size now cupped against her palm, she couldn't help but nibble her bottom lip with instant horniness, radiating a deep heat of sexual curiosity, her nipples quickly growing erect, and her panties filling with a soaking wetness. He released the grip on her wrist, but her hand remained secured against his chubby member, still gliding up and down his phallus shaped slacks without any assistance, unable to stop her massaging motion, admiring its glorious magnitude.

With a whimper of nervous lust stuttering her voice, "What are we doing, Brad?" her hand continuing to sustain its long rubbing motion.

"I know what I'm doing," he exclaimed, "and I think you know what you are doing too."

Brad lifted her from the chair, her hand never leaving the steady stroke of his cock, then placed his palm against the side of her cheek, reaching behind her with the other to softly caressing the curve of her ass, slowly lifting her skirt to expose the lace panties hidden beneath, embracing the roundness of her rear and drawing her closer, leaning in to kiss her. She could feel every nerve in her body begin to shake with anticipation, his lustful gaze sparkled as his head moved closer, her eyes shutting when she felt the light press of his mouth against hers, instantly provoking a bolt of electricity to surge through her body, her pussy swelling with a horny need of intimacy, and immediately seeping fluid from the crease of her slit. Their lips sealed with the intensity of a thousand soldiers marching into war, his tongue skimmed around the inside of her mouth with a sizzling passion of thirst and desire.

He could feel the fullness of her lips pressed against his, and her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of "at last!" Without releasing their passionate kiss, he turned her body away from her chair and walked her backwards toward the closed door, pushing her back against the wood of the door, the rage of eroticism skyrocketing between them. Brad's hand moved from her cheek to the zipper of her blouse, slowly dragging it down until her shirt was completely undone and fully unfastened in the front, unveiling her seductive white lace bra and the enormous breast they contained. He pressed his upper body tightly against her chest, reaching back to lock the door behind them, then placed his palm against the door just above her head, the firm outline of his muscular chest smushed tightly against her breasts, with her nipples protruding through their lace constriction.

She removed her hand from his slack-covered cock and unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside the zippers' opening to pull back the band of his underwear, slipping her hand in to clutch the denseness of his shaft, pulling it through the opening. With her hand tightly wrapped around his mouthwatering thickness, she began to jerk her grip up and down its length, skimming her fingertips along his circumcised head and swirling the generously ejected precum from its tip, compelling a moan of delight to escape his kiss-filled lips that vibrated from his mouth into hers.

The mass of his dick devoured the palm of her hand; it was so big! She desperately wanted it buried deep inside her snatch! Her fingers rubbed the ridged cut of his cock, brushing around his rim and imagining how it would feel to have his textured girth enclosed around her rich plentiful lips, tasting the discharge of his precum along the palate of her tongue, eager for him to pull it from her mouth and plunge its mushroom head deep into her wetness.

Brad lifted his hand from the door, reaching down to gently stroke the inside of her thigh, slowly sweeping his fingers along her quivering skin and seducing his way toward her throbbing pussy, her legs parting graciously in acceptance. He took his fingers and pulled her panties to the side, uncovering her freshly waxed pussy, then sinking his index finger between the slit of her snatch, soothingly rubbing back and forth along her moist opening, and massaging her clit with each pass.

She moaned in elation, trying hard to keep the cries of enjoyment from echoing throughout her office, her pussy pleading for him to slide inside her honey-hole. He took two fingers and pressed them between the sticky lips of her pussy, gradually sinking the pair between her gap, then pressed them inside her warmth. Her body shuttering with whimpers of indulgence as his digits twirled in circles, massaging the interior walls of her vagina. He altered his motion into a gentle slide, gracefully finger-fucking her ripe pussy, and prompting a climactic surge of exhilaration to quickly build inside her, driving her essence toward an amplified pleasure.

Seconds before she was about to plummet into a void of cum-drenching bliss, an overwhelming apprehension flashed through her mind. Her eyes sprang open, fixating on her surroundings, mindful that she was in her office and about to orgasm with a man she'd fantasied about thousands of times, his fingers deep inside her married pussy, the significance of their affair already crossed into an extreme adulterous slip-up.

She instantly recalled the conversations with her husband and the limitations they imposed, realizing in that instant, that she and Brad had gone too far! She loosened the tugging grip of his dick and paused her jerking flow, pushing her hand against his arm to stop his delightful finger-fucking pace, his member still griped in her hand. A murmur seeped from her lips, panicking through the enraptured pleasure she was enduring, drawing her mouth away from his to speak, "Wait, wait, wait... Brad... we have to stop," sweat beading against her skin, her breath shallow and tense. "This isn't right. We are at work, and... we just have to stop."

Brad promptly ceased his pleasing digit fuck, drawing his milky fingers from the dripping hole of her vagina, his body unmoved from the feel of her silky-smooth breasts, his dick still sustaining its vigorous throb and spewing precum, its gooey consistency dribbling down the length of his shaft and bonding between the folds of her fingers, "You're right...," he said, "we have to stop," breathing a sigh of slight disappointment, but respectful of her wishes.

She freed the grasp of his cock, frantic about the mistake they'd made, "I want this so bad Brad, but this isn't how it was supposed to happen, it's just... wrong," severely overcome by her actions, knowing her husband would be upset about how far it had gone.

Brad pulled is body away from hers, staring at her with a look of confusion, "What do you mean, how it was supposed to happen?"

She took a moment to catch her breath, trying to find the words to explain what she meant, while Brad shoved, what appeared to be at least 6 ½ to 7 inches, back into his pants, Tia zipping up her blouse, careful not to stain the fabric with her pasty cum-drenched fingers.

She gazed at him with a genuine, but anxious face, then began to clarify, "Brad, I've wanted you for such a long time, but I broke the rules...," stumbling to find the words, "...my husband and I... we have been discussing... trying a threesome...," noticing his confusion morphing into puzzled curiosity. "I really wanted it to be you who joined us, but I had no idea how you felt about me... until this happened. My husband and I have discussed our limitations in finding someone, and it was agreed that I could kiss someone to see if there was a spark, but this is way more than a kiss... your fingers were just inside me and my hand was masturbating you! ...I was supposed to talk to him about anything beyond a kiss, and I didn't... and now... I feel horrible about what we did."