My First Office Threesome: The Night Tension Broke with Sandra and Manon
Late Thursday night in the office. Files sent. Relief hits like a wave. Just me, Sandra, and Manon left. Pizza ordered. Rosé from the fridge flows fast. Cheeks flush. Laughter loosens us up. Champagne follows. Divorced, forty-something, starved for touch—I steal glances at Sandra’s blue eyes. Manon’s tiny frame, perky tits peeking from her green…