My dreams that night all followed a similar theme. I watched as my wife was eaten out by Amelié, then by Red, then Sabrina, then Amelié again, then that cute barista near work, then Julia was eating out Sabrina, et cetera, et cetera. I woke up on Thursday sweaty and as hard as ever.
Julia came over to my temporary bed, already dressed and ready for work. "Wow, honey, that's quite a tent you've got there. Something got you particularly horny?"
"Just thoughts of you," I told her honestly.
"Aww, that's my sweet husband," Julia blushed. "Well, I wish I could take care of that boner I gave you, but I gotta run to work. Maybe Amelié can help again?"
"Oh, do you have to work late again tonight?" My disappointment was genuine.
"No, we should be all set now! I just don't think there's any reason you should have to wait even through my normal work day for your doctor-ordered relief." Julia explained. "Or, for that matter, for your fun. Amelié gives amazing head, doesn't she?"
"Well, yeah," I conceded, a little wary of suggesting our friend's blowjobs were any better than my wife's. "I could wait for you to come home though. I love you and your blowjobs."
"I love you too! And I'll give you a BJ when I get home too. But if we've got a sexy bestie here who doesn't mind lending you her mouth, why not use it?"
"Does this have anything to do with how she lent YOU her mouth last night?" I risked speaking the unspoken.
Julia blushed. "Oh, you did hear all that, didn't you? I thought you might've. But no! You're my two favorite people in the world and I don't mind if you two have some fun together while I'm at work. Only if Amelié doesn't mind though! She's our guest and she's doing us a favor. Be appreciative!"
"I will," I promised.
"I know you will, honey. Ok, I've really gotta go now. Have fun today and I'll see you tonight!"
***
Today was one of those days where I had a few virtual meetings, so I put on a button up shirt and a tie, but didn't bother with pants.
If someone had asked me to predict what Amelié would do this morning, I would've gotten it exactly right. But no one had asked me, so I wasn't quite prepared when Amelié came downstairs. I was in the middle of a meeting with my team, when Amelié appeared on the stairs completely naked. I'd gotten used to that image lately, but it would never stop distracting me: her toned legs, her firm ass, her tight stomach, her perky 34C tits, and her beautiful face. I once again found myself pondering what kind of model she could be, if she chose to pursue that path - there was no question she would be successful, but would it be high fashion, or lingerie, or swimwear, or something else?
I suddenly realized I had stopped mid-sentence, but was still in the virtual meeting. I tried to pick up where I left off, but my team definitely noticed I was distracted. Amelié's hair was tousled and her face still had signs of my wife's dried cum all over it. She yawned in such an adorable way as she walked to the kitchen for some coffee.
I felt like I was fighting for my life, trying to get through the rest of this meeting, with my wife's best friend out of my camera's view but very much in my view. In between sips of coffee, she performed a morning yoga routine, giving me various views of every expanse of her perfect body. The final straw for me was when she turned to face away from me, bent at the waist to touch her toes without bending her knees, putting her shaved pussy and her tight asshole right at my eye level, inches to the right of my laptop. I told my team that something urgent had come up and I dropped from the call.
"That seemed abrupt. What came up that was so urgent?" Amelié asked innocently.
"Your delicious holes right in my face," I said without any pretense of innocence. "And subsequently, my hard cock came up real fast."
"Oh no!" Amelié feigned concern. "You're saying I was a problem! I didn't mean to get in the way of your work. The opposite in fact. I should help you get your work done!"
"How do you propose you do that?" I inquired.
"I could be your secretary for the day!" Amelié suggested enthusiastically. "When's your next meeting?"
"In 6 minutes."
"Great! That's just enough time for me to make a fresh pot of coffee for you, boss." Amelié scampered the three steps back into the kitchen section of our tiny condo.
My next meeting was a one-on-one with my boss, Barbara. I was nervous about what Amelié had planned as my new secretary, but I assumed she'd respect that I couldn't play her games for the next 30 minutes or so.
We were barely two minutes into the meeting when Amelié called from the kitchen, "Coffee's ready!"
I closed my eyes in frustration and took a deep breath.
"Who was that?" my boss asked. "That didn't sound like Julia?"
I opened my eyes and looked at my boss through the screen. She was a few years older than me, quite pretty in a stern kind of way, but really nice when you got to know her. She'd met Julia at a few happy hours since I'd started working here. I decided the best path forward was to tell the truth...to start with.
"No, that was Julia's friend, Amelié. She's on vacation and staying with us for a few days. She said she'd be my secretary for the day, but don't worry, you won't see it hit our payroll." It was probably unnecessary, but I was feeling stressed and tried to lighten the mood (my mood) by making a water cooler joke.
Barbara smiled. "Well, I think that depends how good of a job she does. Can I meet her?"
"Uhhhhhhh," I stalled.
Suddenly, Amelié was right next to me. She kept her nude body out of frame, but bent sideways 90 degrees to show just her face to the camera. "Hi! Sorry for interrupting. I'm not really presentable enough to meet Jimmy's boss right now, but I guess I can at least show my face. I'm Amelié!"
Thank goodness Amelié had found time to wash her face off during my last meeting, I thought to myself.
Barbara smiled broadly. "That's okay! You don't have to wear a tie when you're on vacation. It's nice to meet you, Amelié. Are you enjoying your visit?"
"Oh, it's tres magnifique," Amelié enthused. "Jimmy's been such a good host. I thought I'd return the favor this afternoon, help him out, give him some strokes of genius, give him a place to shoot all his good ideas, relieve some stress however I can."
"Well, don't work too hard! Enjoy your vacation!" Barbara advised.
"Will do! Nice to meet you!" Amelié moved away, back into the kitchen.
Barbara complimented my nice friend, but then we got back to business. A few minutes later, Amelié returned with a mug of coffee for me. She held it strategically between herself and the camera, but leaned in close enough that my boss would've seen the profile of her boobs had the mug not been right in front of her eraser bud nipple. As Amelié pushed the mug into my hand, she leaned away just in time that she disappeared from frame before my boss saw anything interesting.
I didn't know how I was going to survive the next 18 minutes of my meeting. I took a deep sip of my coffee, the mug now obstructing my view of everything but the enlivening brown liquid. Amelié apparently took that opportunity to slip onto the sofa bed where I was working. She was now behind my laptop, where my boss couldn't see her (but where she could hear her, I supposed). Amelié shimmied her tits at me from where she kneeled. She pulled on her nipples and faked an orgasm face. When she opened her eyes, she silently laughed at me. I tried to concentrate on my meeting, but then Amelié ducked down behind my laptop screen.
My brain short circuited again as I felt my tormenter's tongue curl around the base of my semi-hard cock. I couldn't understand a word my boss was saying, as that tongue dragged up the length of my shaft. Rather than suck my head between her lips, Amelié took a new lick up the other side of my shaft. With two passes, she had brought me right back to full hardness. Amelié continued to enjoy my cock like a popsicle, licking it from every angle, but only occasionally sucking up the melting juices (her saliva mixed with my precum) from the tip or from where it had pooled near my balls. My nerves prevented me from getting any closer to orgasm, but Amelié's mouth tried its damnedest anyway.
