Fran was leaving the company to take up a new job in Dubai; she was excited. Normally leaving drinks at the company were well attended and often got quite raucous. Because of the pandemic and social distancing rules, there was no way that a traditional get together could take place.

The bosses did their bit; they put out some anodyne company-wide email entirely devoid of sincerity and gave her a gift voucher. 

Some of us weren’t going to let her go without a bit of a send-off. 

I had always got on well with Fran; we saw eye to eye on a lot of things and seemed to bring out the creative best in each other. I enjoyed being pushed and I believe she appreciated my honesty on those few occasions where I had let her down.

We had grown closer in recent years as we had both been ambushed in unilateral aggressive divorces. In addition to pooling knowledge about how unfair and complacent the English courts were, we supported each other with calls and messages on the tough days.

There had been plenty of nights pre-pandemic when we had left the pub or wine bar a little the worse for wear, but it had never gone further than that.

I arranged an evening picnic in Richmond Park close to the Thames where we could watch the sunset and enjoy a few drinks and some canapés. I invited Sunita and a couple of other close colleagues.

Five of us met in the park the day after Fran’s final day. I had spread out a couple of picnic rugs and chilled some champagne and some dry white wine. I had stocked up at the local supermarket on finger foods.

We met on time and enjoyed each other’s company. Someone brought a BlueTooth speaker and we had music to listen to as well. 

The chat was fun; we went over all the old war stories, the triumphs, the lows, the gossip, and the scandals. All the things that went with office life. We had all been working remotely for months and it was good to see one another in the flesh.

Talking of flesh, normally the office where we worked was quite formal. This evening everyone was relaxed. Fran, Sunita, and Emma all worse sundresses, and Graham and I wore linen shirts. I noticed how tanned and toned Fran looked and complimented her on it.

“Working from home has its advantages, no commute, no pointless meetings, and the weather has been great. I’ve also been walking and using my bike instead of sitting in traffic.” Fran was pleased with the result.

After about ninety minutes, Graham and Emma made their excuses and left us. It was unsubtle and blindingly obvious why.

“They are going to fuck each other’s brains out,” Sunita announced, “I’m amazed they managed to last this long.”

We all refreshed our glasses and reminisced about missing this kind of office scandal. Homeworking had led to all kinds of liaisons as the pressures of remote working mounted. By all accounts, the IT department was kept very busy with staff pleading them to remove salacious conversations from the Teams account. 

Now that the conversations had turned to sex, there was no going back. The tales became increasingly earthy and ribald. There were stories of snogs and shags and passes that went well and those that didn’t. Both women had confessions and it was only fair that I matched them. I had never claimed that I lived like a monk.

Our industry involves frequent travel and is often high pressured. The opportunity to stray presented itself on a regular basis. Nights in hotels after successful conferences or sometimes following long consolation sessions in a strange city. The chances of ending up in bed with somebody new were higher than in some industries.

I’d done my share of it, from Manchester to Milan to Milwaukee. I’d fucked some amazing women and enjoyed some adventurous sexual liaisons. Not only with colleagues, but with clients and delegates but also other hotel guests or local employees. 

Fran asked me what my most outrageous experience was. Alcohol prevented me from holding back.

I’d organised a conference in one of the Gulf States and it had gone well and been very profitable for our company. On the last night after some rather staid drinks with the client, I had ended up in a steamy threesome with two of their senior delegates, a British woman and a South African woman. The sex had been energetic and uninhibited, but my abiding memory of the night was that both women had shaven pussies. This was a first for me and there was no going back after that. I loved a shaved slit. My enthusiasm obviously showed in my answer.

“I leave a little strip on top, does that mean, you wouldn’t be interested in me?”  Sunita teased me while looking at me alluringly.

“Rest assured Sunita, that should the opportunity arise, I will do my utmost to not disappoint you.” As I replied, I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“I went smooth a few years ago and I have to agree with you, I found it did wonders for my confidence,” Fran informed us both. “Talking of opportunity, I need to find a loo, where is the nearest one?”

“Probably at my house, just through the gate. I think all the public ones were closed due to the virus,” I announced, “Would that be easy for everyone?”

“Its also getting chilly and I wouldn’t want to jab anyone with these,” Sunita replied cheekily while referring to her obviously erect nipples which were clearly visible through her sundress. 

We packed up our picnic and rolled up the mats. As we were heading off, I gave Sunita my light woolen sweater to wear. She appreciated the gesture.

We dumped our empty bottles in the recycling bin by the park gate and headed to my house around the corner.

I’d bought the house after my divorce, it was much smaller than my previous house, but it suited me fine. The developer was going bust and I was able to drive a hard bargain. A friend set me up with a creative mortgage that allowed me the time to buy it without having to starve.

I let the ladies in and headed for the kitchen and the fridge, where I had more fizz chilling. Fran headed upstairs to the bathroom and Sunita and I moved to the kitchen. As I handed her a freshly filled glass, I confidently leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t pull away. 

Sunita returned the kiss passionately and we were soon locked in an embrace. We put our glasses on the counter and continued kissing. I let my hand drop and I began to feel her bum through her dress. I could feel her hands exploring my backside.

“You randy fuckers, that didn’t take you long, did it?” Fran was back from the bathroom.

Fran stood behind me very close and put her arms around me. I could feel her tits on my back. While I was still kissing Sunita, Fran expertly unzipped my fly and got my cock out. I was already pretty hard and her finger technique worked wonders.

“You know you are going to have to fuck us both, don’t you?” Fran announced.

Sunita broke off the kiss and sunk to her knees. She pulled my jeans down and I stepped out of them. She then took my cock in her mouth.

I reached behind and put my hand up Fran’s sundress. I encountered a tiny pair of knickers that offered no resistance. Fran was indeed smooth; she was also very wet. I quickly inserted a finger into her pussy and began moving it in and out.

Fran came around my side to stand in front of me. She pulled her sundress over her head, unclasped her flimsy bra and stepped out of her tiny knickers. I resumed fingering her pussy and at the same time, I kissed her. Sunita continued to suck my cock.

“I want to fuck you now,” I announced breathlessly.

Fran looked around and then lay across my kitchen table, her bum right at the edge. She then opened her legs, giving me a stunning view of her shaved pussy. I was also amazed to see that she was inked. Unusual in such a professional woman, but there it was an intricate pattern on her buttock.

I withdrew my cock from Sunita’s mouth. She stood up and pulled off my sweater and her sundress. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Finally, she pulled off her tiny thong. Sunita sported a narrow strip of black hair just above her pussy; it looked very sexy against her brown skin.

I knelt to start licking Fran’s pussy, but she had other ideas.

“Just fuck me. I need to feel you in me.” it was almost an order.

I complied. Standing beside my kitchen table, I thrust my hard cock straight into Fran’s soaking pussy. It encountered no resistance. I quickly got a rhythm going and began thrusting.

Sunita stood beside me and kissed me deeply. I sent my tongue into her mouth and my hand between her legs. 

Fucking Fran and fingering Sunita at the same time. This was going to be an evening to remember.

Fran began to groan, so I picked up my pace. Sunita pulled away and moved around the table. She kissed Fran on the lips and at the same time, reached between Frans’s legs and with her finger located her clit. This drove Fran wild. 

With my hand, I was able to reach between Sunita’s bum cheeks and resume fingering her pussy. I slid two fingers deep inside her.

Fran’s first orgasm was spectacular and noisy. She literally shouted out and then went limp. I wasn’t far behind her. I pulled my cock for her moist pussy and after a few firm strokes of my hand, I released two thick wads of cum that landed on her belly and the underside of her tits. Some landed on Sunita’s arm. Thick droplets of white cum against her brown skin.

Fran and I were spent for now, but Sunita still hadn’t finished. She sat in one of my bar stools, spread her legs and vigouresly masturbated her pussy. Fran and I embraced while watching her reach her climax. After she had cum we all kissed again.

We stood around naked and sweaty. I poured everyone a fresh drink and closed the kitchen window shutters. I don’t think anyone would have seen us, but frankly, I didn’t care.

I readily admit that I’m no longer in my 20’s and I do take a little longer to recover these days. A recent fitness regime was really paying dividends; I had lost a lot of weight and felt a lot more energetic. There was no doubt it also boosted my libido.

Both naked women moved to a sofa in the next room. I fetched the bottle of fizz to replenish their glasses. As I walked in Fran spread her legs and began to masturbate. I felt my cock begin to swell & rise.

“It looks like we will soon be back in business,” Fran remarked.

“Good, I need some cock.” Sunita replied

Watching Fran brazenly masturbate had the desired effect on my cock. I quickly became hard. Taking Sunita and Fran’s hands, I led them both upstairs to my bedroom. 

Sunita lay on her back on the bed, and she parted her legs. I knelt between her legs and lowered my face towards her pussy. With my tongue, I began long slow licks the entire length her slit.

I looked up to see that Fran was straddling Sunita’s face and lowering her shaved pussy onto Sunita’s hungry tongue.  There were certainly no inhibitions among any of us this evening.

Sunita’s pussy tasted divine and I could happily have stayed licking her for ages. She was responding well to the attention. My cock was hard again and probably at its peak. It was time to fuck Sunita.

I changed position so that I was able to lower myself into Sunita. She anticipated my move and spread her legs wide. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, the pink inner flesh contrasting with her brown outer lips. I pushed in with one confident move. Sunita was wet and she readily took my length.

A real advantage of fucking Sunita in the missionary position was that I was also able to reach between Fran’s legs with my tongue. Fran now had two tongues working on her pussy.

The harder I fucked Sunita, the more she responded. She put her hands on my bum and pushed me down into her. Raw fucking, we were both loving it.

Fran came noisily, unable to contain the pleasure that both of our tongues were able to give her. She slumped at the head of the bed. Sunita had got very aroused wanking for us both to see and she was clearly enjoying my cock in her pussy. I was thrusting in and out and I knew I would not be able to last long.. Sunita reached down and relocated her clit and began rubbing it as I fucked her. Her climax was spectacular and uninhibited. I pushed all the way into her pussy just as I felt my balls tighten. I shot my second load deep inside Sunita’s wet pussy.

We all collapsed on the bed panting, breathless, and spent. We all kissed one another and lay still as the sounds of the summer evening permeated through the window.

I went downstairs and fetched our glasses and a fresh bottle of fizz. Later I wanted to lick it off my companions.

Sunita announced that she considered this to be my annual appraisal and that I had passed. She also said that this would be Fran’s exit interview. She was just the best boss I had ever had. Literally.