It was a late Friday afternoon, and as Nat sat at her desk, her mind wandered. Tonight, she was going to meet her lover--Drew, a man a few years older who worked in a different department of the company. For the past 12 months, Nat and Drew had been engaged in a passionate affair, providing an escape from Nat's stagnant relationship with a lowlife who made her feel trapped.
Nat, in her early 30s, possessed a slender frame with an average bosom and a shapely derriere, perfectly proportioned to her 5-foot-5 height. Her shoulder-length blonde hair added to her allure. Drew, on the other hand, had recently turned 40 and stood at an imposing 6 feet tall. With his well-built physique, broad shoulders, buzz cut, and neatly trimmed beard, he exuded strength and masculinity.
As the clock ticked closer to 5 p.m., signalling the end of the workday, Nat's attention was drawn to Drew, engaged in conversation with his friend Emma. A surge of jealousy coursed through Nat's veins whenever she saw them chatting, even though she often fantasised about dominating Emma alongside Drew.
Emma, standing at a similar height and of a similar age to Nat, boasted jet-black hair, smaller breasts, and a perfectly rounded posterior. Nat found Emma undeniably attractive, and she had hinted to Drew in the past about her desire to explore their fantasies with Emma, either in a private encounter or as a trio. Yet, despite these desires, Nat couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever she witnessed their conversations. Perhaps she imagined them together without her presence, which fueled her insecurities.
Nat's mind drifted, contemplating how she could turn her fantasy into reality. She longed for the day when all three of them could explore their desires together, embracing a world of pleasure and forbidden ecstasy.
In the dimly lit surroundings of their favourite upscale bar, Nat and Drew sat across from each other, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that spoke of secret desires and unspoken yearnings. Nat's heart raced as she mustered the courage to broach the subject, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.
"Drew, I've been thinking about something... "Something that could take our encounters to a whole new level," she whispered, leaning in closer.
Drew's gaze sharpened, his curiosity piqued. "Go on, Nat. I'm listening," he replied, his voice a gentle invitation.
Taking a deep breath, Nat revealed her deepest fantasies, confessing her longing to explore dominance and submission with Emma. She expressed her burning desire to see both Drew and herself take charge, guiding Emma into a world of pleasure where their every whim would be fulfilled.
Drew listened intently, his mind racing with possibilities. He had sensed Nat's yearning for this experience, but he also understood the importance of Emma's comfort and consent. Sensing Nat's hesitation, he interjected softly, "Nat, we must approach this delicately. Emma's boundaries and desires should be respected above all."
Nat nodded, grateful for Drew's reminder. She understood the need to tread carefully and ensure Emma's enthusiastic consent. Together, they devised a plan to gently introduce the idea to Emma, understanding that her initial response might be one of reluctance or hesitation.
A few days later, the three of them gathered at Nat's place for a casual dinner--a night filled with laughter, shared stories, and a relaxed atmosphere. As the evening progressed and glasses were refilled, the conversation took a more intimate turn.
Feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation, Nat mustered the courage to broach the subject, her voice trembling slightly. "Emma, there's something we'd like to share with you--a secret desire we've been harbouring--a world of dominance and submission."
Emma's eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face. She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. The idea was enticing, but it was unfamiliar territory for her. She voiced her apprehension, concern etched in her voice. "I don't know... It feels like uncharted waters. I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like that."
Nat and Drew exchanged a glance, their understanding evident. They respected Emma's hesitations, realising the importance of patience and nurturing her trust. With a gentle touch, Nat reached for Emma's hand, her voice tender and reassuring. "Emma, we understand your reservations. We want you to know that we'll go at your pace, exploring only what you're comfortable with. This is about trust, communication, and creating an experience where all our desires are fulfilled."
Emma's gaze softened, but the flicker of intrigue was still present. She took a deep breath, considering the possibilities before her. Slowly, a smile played at the corners of her lips. "Okay, maybe we can explore this together, step by step," she replied, her voice filled with a newfound sense of curiosity.
And so, in that moment, a seductive dance began--a dance of trust, exploration, and passion. Nat and Drew, understanding Emma's initial reluctance, made a pact to seduce her gradually and awaken the desires within her until she willingly surrendered to their shared fantasies. They embarked on a journey of seduction, lavishing Emma with attention, whispers of pleasure, and experiences that would gradually dissolve her reservations.
Nat, who was wearing a summer dress that hung off her curves, took Emma's hand and attempted to pull Emma to her feet from the couch she was sitting on. At first, Emma felt a wave of reluctance take over her, but as she was mid-thought, Nat yanked her again, and before Emma knew it, she was pulled to her feet. Emma stood there in a vest top slightly bearing the top of her cleavage and black jeans, which fitted tightly around her curves and slender legs and rear.
Nat asked her to place her hands on the wall of the room. Emma hastily said, I didn't think you meant tonight. Tash replied, "No time like the present," and with that, Emma found herself facing the wall, her hands propping her up.As Drew watched on while still sitting on the couch, Nat walked up behind Emma and pulled her hips towards her to posture Emma with a slight lean so that her round rear was at the forefront of Nat and Drew's gaze.
Nat gently said to Emma, "You walk around work with these tight jeans, knowing Drew is eyeing you, as are the other men, not to mention some of the women, and then you act all innocent."
Do you think it's right that you tease me and the others while we are trapped at work?"
Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing; this was not her intention, but at the same time she could feel something exciting start to happen; a warmth between her legs was increasing.
Nat followed up with, "What have you to say for yourself?"
Emma, still trying to compose herself, whispered, "Sorry."
