**”Office Hours with Jennifer”**

I never thought things would escalate this way, but here we were—my wife Emily leaning against her office desk, biting her lip as she watched her best friend Jennifer kneel in front of me, her big, perfect tits spilling out of her tight blouse.

Jennifer had always been flirtatious, always pressing her chest against me when she hugged me, always “accidentally” bending over in front of me. But tonight, after Emily’s office party and a few too many drinks, Jennifer had pulled me into Emily’s empty office while Emily was in the bathroom. By the time my wife came back, Jennifer already had my cock out, stroking it slowly, those big tits practically begging to be used.

“Jen—what the fuck?” Emily gasped, but she didn’t move to stop us.

“Relax, Em,” Jennifer teased, looking over her shoulder at her. “You know you *like* watching.”

I groaned as Jennifer squeezed my cock between her massive tits, her soft flesh swallowing me whole. Fuck, she was good at this—pressing them tight, her nipples brushing against the shaft as she moved up and down, her lips parted just enough to let little gasps escape.

“You like this, don’t you?” Jennifer purred, glancing at Emily. “Better than *hers*?”

Emily let out a shaky breath, her eyes locked on where my cock disappeared between Jennifer’s cleavage. “Fuck…” she whispered.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Jennifer smirked, speeding up her rhythm, her tits wet with spit and pre-cum. “He *loves* my tits. Bigger. Softer. Right, baby?”

I couldn’t even argue—my hips bucked, my cock throbbing as she worked me toward the edge. “Fuck, Jen—gonna cum—”

“Not yet,” she cooed, pulling back just enough to make me whimper. “Emily, come here.”

My wife hesitated, but Jennifer didn’t wait—she reached over, grabbed Emily’s wrist, and yanked her down in front of me. “Open your mouth.”

Emily whimpered but obeyed, her lips parting just as Jennifer went back to work, jerking me off between her slick tits until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna—*fuck*—!”

Jennifer moaned as the first thick rope of cum shot across her chest, landing right on her nipple. The next spurt painted her cleavage, and she guided my cock downward, smearing the rest onto her skin before pulling Emily closer.

“Clean it up,” Jennifer whispered.

Emily’s tongue darted out, tentative at first, but then she was licking between Jennifer’s tits, her mouth working over her best friend’s skin as she swallowed my cum. Jennifer watched with a satisfied smirk, running her fingers through Emily’s hair.

“Good girl.”

I was still fucking hard.