Office Dares and Secret Desires

scene 1 - My husband, Thiha, and I, Ei, going to the office gathering - playing some truth or dare with co-worker, some bold move and paly skin touching, I get angry and make some bold moved such as soft hand job with male co-worker

**Office Party Games** The office gathering pulsed with cheap wine and loosened inhibitions. Thiha’s fingers traced slow circles on my thigh, his touch possessive even as our coworkers’ laughter rose over another round of truth or dare. "Ei," Min from accounting drawled, leaning forward with a smirk. "Truth or dare?" I tilted my glass, letting the buzz hum through me. "Truth." His grin sharpened. "What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about someone here?" A hush rippled through the group. Thiha’s thumb dug into my skin—*warning or encouragement?* I licked my lips. "Last week, I imagined bending someone over the copier after hours." Murmurs erupted. Min’s eyes darkened. "Now *that’s* a truth," he purred. "Your turn again. Truth or dare?" "Dare." "Easy one." He nudged his wineglass toward me. "Take a sip from my drink—without using your hands." Laughter bubbled up as I leaned in, catching the rim between my teeth. The wine spilled a little, dripping down my chin. Min’s gaze followed the trail, his throat working as I swallowed. Thiha’s grip turned vise-tight. "Again," Min demanded, voice rough. "Truth or dare?" "Dare." My pulse thrummed. His fingers tapped the table. "Touch the hottest person here—anywhere you want." The air crackled. I didn’t hesitate. My palm slid up Min’s thigh, slow and deliberate, until his breath stuttered. His cock strained against his slacks, heat radiating through the fabric. "*Ei*," Thiha growled. I squeezed, relishing the way Min’s hips jerked. "Problem?" I murmured, never breaking eye contact. Min’s laugh was shaky. "Fuck, you win." Thiha’s hand clamped over my wrist, yanking it away—but not before I felt Min throb under my touch. The game had just gotten *interesting*.

**Office Party Games (Continued)** Min’s breath came faster as my fingers curled around him through the fabric. His cock twitched under my touch, already half-hard. “Fuck,” he muttered, shifting closer. “You don’t play fair.” I smirked, squeezing again, firmer this time. “You asked for bold.” Thiha’s hand clamped down on my wrist, his grip tight enough to bruise. “That’s enough.” His voice was rough, edged with something darker. Min didn’t pull away. “She’s just having fun,” he taunted, eyes flicking to Thiha. “Unless you’re jealous?” I twisted my wrist free, leaning in until my lips brushed Min’s ear. “Let’s see how much fun you can take.” My hand slipped past his waistband, skin meeting skin this time. He groaned, hips jerking as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, already slick at the tip. “Jesus—” His head tipped back, throat working. “You’re gonna make me embarrass myself.” Thiha stood abruptly, chair scraping. The others were watching now, drinks forgotten. I stroked Min slowly, thumb circling the head. “Then be quiet,” I whispered. “Unless you want everyone to hear.” His hips bucked into my hand, his breath ragged. “Fuck, just like that—” Thiha’s shadow loomed over us. “Ei. Now.” I didn’t stop. Min’s cock throbbed in my grip, his thighs tensing. “Too late,” I murmured. “He’s close.” Min’s hand clamped over mine, forcing my rhythm faster. “Don’t stop—*ah*, god—” The room held its breath.

**Office Party Games (Continued)** Min’s fingers dug into mine, guiding my strokes—rough, urgent. His cock pulsed in my grip, hot and slick against my palm. “Fuck—*fuck*—” His hips jerked, thrusting into my fist. “Gonna come—” Thiha grabbed my shoulder, yanking me back. Min gasped, his release spilling over my fingers as I was pulled away. The scent of salt and musk hung thick between us. Min slumped in his chair, chest heaving. “You’re a menace,” he panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thiha dragged me to my feet, his grip bruising. “You’re done.” His voice was a growl, low and possessive. I licked Min’s spend from my fingers, slow. “Am I?” The room erupted into scattered cheers and whistles. Thiha’s eyes burned, his free hand sliding down to cup me through my skirt. His fingers pressed hard against my clit, already swollen. “You want an audience?” he hissed. “Fine.” He spun me around, shoving me face-first onto the table. Glasses toppled, ice clattering. Someone gasped. Min laughed, breathless. “Now *this* is a party.” Thiha hiked my skirt up, fingers hooking into my panties. The fabric tore. Cold air hit my skin—then his palm cracked against my ass. I moaned, arching into it. “Louder,” he ordered. Another slap. “Let them hear.” The room blurred at the edges, voices rising. Min’s chair scraped closer. “Need a hand?” he asked, reaching for my hair. Thiha’s hand tangled in it first. “Mine.” His zipper hissed open behind me.

The office party had long devolved into something darker—something hungry. The conference room was dim now, the overhead fluorescents flickering, casting jagged shadows across the scattered chairs and abandoned drink glasses. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat tipped on its side, amber liquid pooling on the polished table where I was bent over, fingers scrambling for purchase. The air smelled like sweat and spilled liquor, the musk of arousal thick under the hum of the AC. Someone had turned the music up—bass throbbing, muffled laughter and low murmurs weaving through it. A few coworkers still lingered at the edges, watching with dilated pupils and parted lips. One woman bit down on her knuckle, her other hand disappearing between her thighs. Min’s knee bumped the table as he leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. “Look at you,” he muttered, dragging his tongue along my shoulder blade. “Taking it like you were made for it.” Thiha’s cock pressed against me, blunt and demanding. He didn’t ask. Just shoved in, splitting me open on a ragged gasp. The table jerked under my elbows, glasses clinking like a toast to ruin. Someone whistled. A camera flash went off—once, twice. Thiha’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. “Smile,” he growled. The room held its breath again.

not with min, but some other coworker - 3 females and 4 guys - playing each other and ei seeing getting excited

The camera flash burned against my eyelids as Thiha drove into me, his grip tightening in my hair. The table rocked with each thrust, abandoned glasses clattering to the floor. Across the room, the remaining coworkers had paired off—no pretense left. Min had already pulled one of the women into his lap, her skirt hiked up as she ground against him. Another guy—Jae, from accounting—had two women bracketing him, their mouths working over his neck and chest while his hands disappeared under their blouses. Someone moaned, high and breathless, drowned out by the thrum of bass. A third woman, Soo-jin, caught my gaze from where she knelt between another man’s legs. Her lips glistened, her fingers teasing his cock before she took him deep. She winked at me, her free hand sliding between her own thighs. Thiha’s pace turned punishing, his hips slamming into me. “Eyes on me,” he snarled, wrenching my head back further. I gasped, arching as the room dissolved into a blur of skin and sound. Someone’s fingers brushed my hip—Min’s, maybe, or another’s—before Thiha batted them away. “Mine,” he repeated, biting my shoulder. The camera flashed again. Soo-jin laughed, low and throaty, as the man above her came in her mouth. Thiha’s breath hitched. “Fuck—” His grip turned bruising. “Take it.” The table groaned under us. The music swelled. And the room watched, hungry, as he claimed me.