Aside from her sharp intellect, Shuri has always been acutely aware of her own attractiveness. Throughout high school and then in college, girls and boys would pursue her relentlessly, vying for a shred of her time and attention. Even now as a woman, Shuri could just walk into a club and have her pick of partner for the night if she wants one.
Yet, despite her confidence, in the presence of Namor and Dorma; the kind of people that make you do a double take when you pass by them, Shuri turns into a nervous mess.
As if they couldn’t get any more charming; they’re both very friendly and kind. You would’ve thought that being shareholders of the company, they would have an air of superiority to them but they’re very down to earth people. There’s no forced smiles plastered on the employees faces when they’re around. Everyone likes them, Shuri included.
Okay maybe Shuri likes them a little too much. Too much to be considered appropriate.
But it seems like the pair do not have a care for her peace of mind and are deliberately screwing with her by being absolute menaces at the office.
She’s usually stuck at her desk in the IT department but once in a while, she would have to come into Namor’s office for a quick meeting and everytime that she does, that’s when he starts taking off his suit jacket, proceeding to undo his tie, rolls his sleeves up and unbuttons the few top buttons of his dress shirt in the middle of a conversation all whilst maintaining intense eye contact with her as if he’s performing a striptease. At one point she expects him to just start taking off his belt and bend her over the desk. Other times, he would come into the IT office with his ancient laptop that he insists is still perfectly fine, needing Shuri’s help to solve any issues with it. A problem that would normally take only a few minutes would take much longer due to Namor’s sharp gaze observing her every movement like an organism under a microscope. And when he thanks Shuri it’s always in that low breathy tone that he probably uses during erotic acts.
And Dorma? She doesn’t make it any easier for her. In fact she might be worse than Namor. When they would run into each other in the bathroom, she would compliment Shuri on her outfit, going as far as touching her arms to; in her words, ‘feel the material’, which Shuri wouldn’t count as flirting if not for the seductive tone of her voice and the way her fingers would linger a little too long than what is necessary. Sometimes she would lean into the bathroom mirror while she reapplies her lipstick; her back arching and her round, firm ass sticking out. Shuri swears it’s as if she’s purposely tempting Shuri to sneak a peek. And a couple of times; when Dorma’s skirt hugs her ass extra tight, Shuri’s eyes do wander towards it. It's unintentional, she tells herself. And each time that she does it, she would get caught and a tiny smirk would appear on Dorma’s plump lips when their eyes meet in the reflection on the bathroom mirror.
By themselves, Namor and Dorma are striking individuals; together, they are irresistible. As if they aren’t complete menaces enough on their own; the couple’s combined presence only magnetizes Shuri even more.
Arm in arm, like the very definition of a power couple, they would walk into company events, completely enamouring the whole room with the captivating air they possess. Amid all the buzz, they would whisper into each other’s ear; lips brushing over the shell of their ears and smile at their shared secret; something that Shuri wants in on. Desperately so.
That desire only intensified when Shuri once had the front seat to witness the couple making out in their car at the parking lot, not realising Shuri was nearby in her own car. Their kiss was hot and heavy and their hands were all over each other with Namor’s cupping over Dorma’s full breasts while hers disappeared somewhere on Namor’s lap, stroking his erection Shuri presumes. A few moments later, Dorma leans down, sucking him off to completion and they share a wet cum-stained kiss afterwards.
Shuri could only manage to swallow down that burning desire that’s making her core clench before they drove off, leaving her with panties that’s much damp than before. By the looks of it, they seem like a passionate couple in bed. Shuri shamefully wishes she could get the chance to see them in action for herself, but that’s a far-fetched daydream, she knows.
She’s still relatively new to the company and to be frank, intimidated by how intensely attractive she finds her bosses, so Shuri keeps her head down- save for the few times when she would see them walking past her office in their expensive suits. But other than that, she denies herself from openly gaping at them and imagining what it would be like to take a whiff of their scent and run her fingers through their hair cause more often than not, indulging herself in this crush leads to her having not-safe-for-work thoughts about her married bosses.
Any actions of theirs that dangerously toes the line of propriety, Shuri would purposely turn a blind eye to them, afraid that she might be misreading things or reading too much into something that isn’t there. She doesn’t want to be a wedge, a homewrecker in their perfectly fine marriage since she hasn't seen any obvious indicator to imply that Namor and Dorma’s relationship is an open one.
Not that that sort of matter typically comes up at the workplace especially with one’s superiors.
***
But perhaps Shuri has saved the world from a catastrophic event in her past life and the universe has decided to reward her for it.
Cause why else would Namor and Dorma invite her to have dinner at their place?
Okay maybe it has to do with her promotion to becoming the new head of IT in the company and Namor and Dorma just wanted to celebrate it with her. But they could’ve just treated her to some fancy dinner at an upscale restaurant instead of inviting her for a home cooked meal at their apartment right?
“To our new head of IT.” Namor declares, raising up his glass for a toast, pulling Shuri back from her puzzlement.
The three of them clink their glasses and sip on the special cocktail Dorma had concocted before digging into the main dish. Dorma was not joking when she said Namor is a good cook because just a spoonful of his lobster risotto causes an accidentally loud moan to escape from out of her.
“Glad you’re enjoying the food.” Namor teases; hiding a smirk behind his glass.
Shuri bashfully wipes the corners of her mouth before replying, “it’s not always that I get to eat good home cooked meals. I can barely cook for myself.”
“No partner to cook for you, I assume?” Dorma curiously tilts her head at Shuri. If you ask Shuri, Dorma looks like she’d rather eat her than the food in front of her.
“I’m afraid no.” At her answer, the couple share a pointed look that Shuri can’t quite decipher.
“No way a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you is still single.” Dorma shoots her a look of incredulity.
“Let’s just say I enjoy my freedom at the moment. But I’m open to anything really.” Shuri admits. Relationships are nice but Shuri has no problem living her current single life and is in no way eager to put herself out in the dating market. When she does need someone to spend the night with, it’s not like she ever has a problem getting one. Though sitting with her at the table right now, are the two people that she wants but can’t have.
“If that’s the case, if you ever want to eat something, don’t hesitate to tell me. I could make it for you.” Namor says in between bites.
“You’re always welcomed here.” Dorma adds and Shuri nods, feeling those flutters rising in her chest.
The rest of the meal is filled with a delightful blend of the delicious food and pleasant conversation. They chatted comfortably about everything from their hometowns to recent travels, each topic sparking lighthearted banter and fascinating exchanges. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, with the clinking of utensils punctuating their shared stories.
As the evening unfolded, Shuri finds herself enjoying not just the meal but also the companionship. The giddiness that she feels is still there and it’s definitely not solely attributed to the alcohol. She’s just delighted to get a peek into the couple’s inner life and being included in it for the night. The feeling only strengthened when by the time they finished dinner, the conversation had moved into their spacious living room and they’re nursing themselves with a glass of expensive wine each.
Dorma is draped over Namor on the plush sectional, resting her head on his shoulder. Even under the dim, warm lighting, Shuri notices how her cheeks are a little flushed. It’s the first time Shuri sees Dorma so unguarded compared to how she usually is at the office; Namor as well. There’s an air of gentleness to him that she only managed to see in glimpses at their workplace but is in full view right now with how he sweeps Dorma’s long hair behind her shoulders.
Shuri finds herself unable to look away from them. She's entranced by their interactions- their gazes, their gestures. It’s clear how both of them are deeply enamored with each other.
Shuri observes them and brings her glass of wine to her lips. Just as she was about to take a sip, Namor startles her with a pointed question.
“So Shuri, do you have your eyes set on anyone at the office?”
“Excuse me?” Shuri freezes, eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. There’s a wicked glint in Namor’s eyes that unnerves her.
“Come on, it’s impossible you don’t have one eye candy.” Dorma’s eyes are glinting with curiosity.
“We promise we won’t tell anyone.” Namor prods but Shuri’s tongue is still tied. Dorma turns to face him, caressing his bearded jaw. Shuri’s prolonged silence prompts her to ask a different question instead.
“Let me guess, is it my handsome husband here?” Dorma’s question strikes Shuri as an accusation. One that she dares not to admit.
“Or is it my beautiful wife here?” Namor joins in, ganging up on her.
Shuri internally scolds herself for not being more subtle about her attraction to the couple. Her face heats up in embarrassment as she stares down at the glass in her hand.
Unrelenting, Dorma moves to sit right next to her. “It's okay if it is-” Shuri's heart feels like it's about to jump right out of her chest when she lifts her chin to meet her eyes. “-because we find you attractive too.”
All Shuri could do was blankly stare at Dorma's big brown eyes, questioning everything she just heard and Namor gets up to sit on Shuri’s other side; sandwiching her in between him and Dorma. Shuri’s stomach is doing little flips at what is unfolding.
Namor carefully pries the wine glass out of Shuri’s hand, "if we’re being honest, we didn't just invite you here purely for platonic reasons." His eyes flicker to her lips, looking eager to capture it in between his own.
The puzzle pieces are clicking in Shuri’s head. The moment charged with a different energy.
“We already have an inkling but just to be sure, you do find both of us attractive right?”
Extremely. Shuri doesn’t say it out loud but her slow nod is a clear enough indication.
“Mmm.” Namor places a hand on Shuri’s knees, caressing the bare skin there with his thumb, sending a jolt of excitement to her core. “Attractive enough to sleep with us?”
Perhaps Shuri had saved not only the world but the whole galaxy in her past life. There’s no way her two gorgeous bosses that she has long tried not to indulge her crush in are inviting her to join them in their bed. She still thinks she’s dreaming until Dorma tilts Shuri’s face towards her, thumb brushing over her lips. “So what do you say?”
***
There’s just no way Shuri would turn down this -hopefully not- once in a lifetime offer. So there Shuri sits on the edge of the bed.
“I’m down for anything but just so we’re clear, what exactly are the ground rules here?” Shuri inquires. As eager as she was, she still wants to be careful in case there’s any boundaries she could accidentally overstep.
“For starters, we’re gonna use condoms if you want me to fuck you.” Shuri cannot help her eyes from drifting towards the tenting underneath Namor’s pants. The offer is undeniably tempting.
“We’re open for anything you want to try. Nothing crazy, unless you want it that way.” Namor unbuckles his belts.
“Is there anything off limits? Anything we should know about? We want this to be good for you as much as it will be for us.” Dorma takes her top off, her tits bouncing out, catching Shuri’s attention.
“I like to…watch.”
"Mmm, we can arrange that," Namor replies, immediately cupping Dorma’s face and starts pressing wet hot kisses along the length of her neck, making her sigh in contentment.
With her half-lidded eyes still firmly set on Shuri, Dorma instructs her. “Don’t touch yourself just yet. Can you do that for us, Shuri?” Exhilarated by what’s to come, Shuri nods obediently, observing Namor laying back and Dorma taking out his hard cock into her hand. Shuri gets the impression that Dorma is the teasing kind with the way she toys with Namor, only giving his length chaste kisses all over. It wasn’t until Namor cards through her long dark hair, tugging her forward and demanding for more, does she finally gives in. Dorma swirls her tongue on the tip languidly before finally working his length all the way down her throat. When she finally comes up, Namor’s cock is all slick with her spit. Shuri feels her breathing go shallow, the ache between her legs intensifying. She shifts around, trying to get a bit of friction and it catches Namor’s attention.
“Enjoying the show, Shuri?”
She only manages a small nod. Her panties are already wet from watching.
“How about we give her a little more?” Namor shifts his attention back on Dorma. Immediately getting the hint, she pulls off of his cock with a resounding pop. She cheekily wiggles her butt before pulling down her skirt and it takes everything in Shuri to not jump out of her seat and personally rip apart the red thong Dorma has on. The tingle she feels in between her legs is now an intense throb as she briefly wonders if Dorma wore it knowing that she wanted Shuri to see it by the end of the night.
“Doesn’t she look gorgeous?” Namor asks as if he doesn’t already know what the answer would be while Dorma goes back to licking his whole length, from the edge of his balls to his tip. Shuri is torn. She doesn’t know whether she wants to stare at the curve of Dorma’s ass or watch Namor’s cock disappearing into her throat more.
Thankfully the decision is taken out of her hands. Dorma turns her head to face Shuri, mouth slick with her own saliva and his precum.
“Do you want a taste?”
Not bothering to answer, Shuri crawls forward and settles besides Dorma. She shyly makes brief eye contact with Namor before looking back at his cock. It’s girthy and all slick, looking absolutely delectable like the rest of him. Shuri has given multiple blowjobs in her lifetime but she’s never had someone else watch her do it to someone- especially when that someone in question is the wife of the man she’s about to suck off.
Sensing her apprehension, Dorma angles his cock in her grip to Shuri’s mouth as an open invitation. “Come on, baby. Don’t get shy on us now.”
With the encouragement, Shuri leans down and takes the head into her mouth, savoring her first taste. When Dorma makes no move to stop her and Namor sighs in delight, Shuri takes it as a green light to go further. Gradually, she slides him deeper and deeper until it hits the back of her throat and she gags.
“Don’t force yourself.” Namor gently cups her face, prompting her to meet his eyes with his cock still nestled in her mouth. Shuri appreciates the concern etched on his face but she is not one to back out from a challenge. She might not be able to handle his length as effortlessly as Dorma but she’s not about to give him a mediocre blowjob. With renewed vigor, Shuri begins sucking him again. Her tongue running along the underside vein, tracing it over and over again while her hand works with what she can’t fit in her mouth.
“You like this don’t you, slobbering over his cock.” Shuri moans in agreement to Dorma’s statement. Having the weight of him inside her mouth is downright addicting. It wouldn’t surprise her if Dorma routinely sucked him off from underneath his desk during lunch breaks.
“Look at what you do to him.” Shuri feels Dorma’s hot breath against the shell of her ear and looks up to see Namor’s chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her effect on him, spurs her on to go even further. Relaxing her jaw, Shuri slides forward, swallowing Namor whole. His balls are pressed against her chin and she can feel herself drooling heavily onto them, unable to stop salivating.
“Fuck.” Both Namor and Dorma curse simultaneously and Shuri is hit with a new revelation: she likes being watched as much as she likes watching. While Shuri continues sucking off Namor, Dorma can no longer just sit and watch. She unzips Shuri’s dress, sliding the straps off her shoulder, exposing Shuri’s chest for her to explore.
“Who knew you’re such a big slut.” Shuri keens when Dorma gives both of her nipples experimental twits that has her core throbbing with want. Only when she’s left both her nipples taut and sensitive that she decides to join her in tormenting Namor.
This is when Shuri is hit with another revelation: It’s much more fun to be sucking cock together. She loves it when her and Dorma’s tongue come into contact with each other while licking along Namor’s length. She loves alternating between lapping the precum on his tip and teasing his balls with Dorma. And she loves feeling Dorma’s body so close to hers while Namor is groaning above them.
“Fuck, you two are going to be the death of me.” Namor finally puts a stop to their enjoyment, actually pulling his dick away, making Shuri and Dorma share a little giggle together.
“Can you two just get naked already?”
In a flurry, all their clothes are off and Shuri finds herself in the middle of the bed with two very attractive people taking their turn stealing the breath from out her lungs. It’s dizzying when one moment she’s relishing on Dorma’s soft lips in between her own and the next moment feeling Namor’s facial hair against her face as he runs his tongue on the seam of her lips.
It gets worse when both of them trail down to her tits. They’re treating it like a competition. Sucking, licking and groping every inch of her flesh. Shuri has never come from nipple play alone but at this very moment, with all the attention on her- will be sore as hell- nipples, it truly feels like it’s possible.
Dorma was the first to give up her breast, tempted by the place between Shuri’s legs instead. She trails down Shuri’s taut abdomen with wet kisses. Not wanting to miss out, Namor follows close behind only to be met with an annoyed Dorma pushing him away when they reach the thatch of hair on her crotch.
“Go away. I get to taste her first.” Dorma nudges Namor.
“You already got to kiss her first.” Namor argued.
“Ladies first no?” Dorma cheekily counters, already spreading Shuri’s folds, ready to dive in before Namor tugs on her hair just enough to make her stop in her tracks. A part of Shuri wants to die in embarrassment at the couple having a petty argument right in front of her dripping wet cunt but she also finds them fighting over her quite amusing.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling gentlemanly right now.” Namor excuses her.
Dorma brings her lips close, ghosting over his. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll get her ready for you. Nice and wet.” She smirks before lowering her mouth to Shuri’s cunt, dragging her tongue slowly up and down her opening.
Shuri bites her lips to stifle a cry, her brows drawing together in pure ecstasy when she finally receives stimulation to where she needs it the most. Generously, Dorma laves over her clit in sinful swirls and teasing flicks. Every so often she slips her tongue inside her, tasting and fucking her with it. A thin, desperate noise escapes out of Shuri.
The pleasure she’s experiencing doubles when she catches sight of Namor looking pleased to observe Dorma feasting on her for several drawn-out minutes. Her body is pulsing with every swipe of Dorma’s tongue, sending wave after wave of slick across her entrance to where Dorma eagerly tastes her. Just when she feels like she’s already lost her mind, Dorma slides two fingers into her needy dripping cunt, stretching her deliciously. She doesn’t even notice that Namor has disappeared from her side, positioning himself behind Dorma instead.
Shuri presumes, Namor must’ve entered Dorma the moment she moans deep in her pussy and presses even more insistently at the spot that makes Shuri grip onto the sheets so tightly as she feels her incoming peak about to consume her.
Sealing her mouth around Shuri’s clit, Dorma gives her one last hard suck that has Shuri’s body lurching forward in a dizzying climax. White-hot pleasure rages through her system and yet Dorma continues to suck at her through her helpless cries, prolonging her peak before gradually weaning off.
At that, something inside Namor seems to have snapped. He wildly ruts into Dorma, pulling her up and against his chest. The grip he has on the soft flesh of her hips is bruising but Dorma looks absolutely intoxicated by it, letting him control the pace. Shuri loves seeing this side of Dorma. So pliant and willing.
When Namor’s cock accidentally slips out, Dorma whines and wiggles her hips to get him back in but Namor keeps her in place. He seizes the back of her neck and tilts her head to face him.
“You’ve got your fill with her, haven't you?” He leers at her lips. “How did she taste?”
“Absolutely heavenly.” Dorma licks Shuri’s slick on her lips tauntingly and Namor immediately delves his tongue into her, consuming whatever’s left of her release through Dorma. The obscene sight makes Shuri squeeze her thighs together.
“And you’re still damn insatiable.” Namor whispers against her lips but Dorma is more concerned with grabbing his erection and sliding it back into her. At having her wet pussy being filled again, she lets out a breathy sigh of relief and rocks back for some friction.
“Doesn't she look so pretty like this,” Namor smirks, meeting Shuri’s gaze over Dorma’s shoulder. “All desperate to get fucked and filled.”
Shuri agrees. In fact both of them paint a pretty picture.
It's impossible now for her to go back to denying her desire for these two when she's seen how lewd they are behind closed doors. The way Namor wraps his arms around Dorma, pulling her curvy figure against his, thrusting forward into her, causing her full breast to sway forcefully makes all the fantasies Shuri had harbored all this time pale in comparison to the real thing.
“You deserve a reward for getting her ready for me don't you?” Dorma nods fervently at Namor's question.
Eyes still glued to where him and Dorma are joined, Shuri notices the way Dorma clenches at him from those dirty words, clearly affected by it the same way that Shuri is.
As if he could read Shuri's mind, Namor halts and holds Dorma’s cunt open. “Come here. See if her pussy tastes as good as it looks.” It's an invitation Shuri couldn’t possibly refuse.
Dorma manages a lopsided grin as Shuri brings her face closer to her cunt. Tentatively, she gives her clit an experimental lick and smacks her lips together. Her perfect mixture of mildly salty and sweet urges her to dive in for more. It's absolutely debauched, licking at the wetness from their coupling but Shuri's is positively turned on by it.
Only when Namor begins stroking her walls again, does Shuri forego Dorma's cunt for a mouthful of her full breast.
She swirls her tongue over and over her nipples until it's fully erect in her mouth. Dorma arches her body at the stimulation, smothering Shuri's face and vaguely, Shuri thinks she could get drunk just from sucking at her full tits like this.
While she's busy squeezing her other breasts into her hands, Namor decides to bring his fingers down to toy with Dorma’s clit, effectively triggering her peak.
“Fuck!” She gasps aloud, her eyes rolling back and her body tenses when the pleasure strikes through her. Shuri and Namor plant soft wet kisses along her neck, easing her out of her high as her body slumps from the force of her orgasm. To catch her breath, Dorma eases herself out from between their bodies, leaving Shuri face to face with Namor’s and his still achingly hard cock in between them.
“Hi.” Namor cheekily says and goes straight for her lips until she’s laying flat on the bed again. The scruff on his face makes kissing him a wildly different experience than kissing Dorma. But Shuri finds that she likes it just as much.
In between their makeout session, Namor reaches for the condom on the bedside table and slides it. Using the plenty of wetness between her slit, he slicks himself up and finally pushes into her inch by inch till he’s buried up to the hilt. It’s a tight fit. Just like how Shuri likes it. Eager for more, Shuri tilts up her hips and Namor begins thrusting in and out of her. In no time, he finds that spot that makes Shuri throw her head back in pleasure. Now she understands how Dorma feels. Fuck, he’s hitting all the right places.
“Mmm, you’re taking him so well.” Dorma rolls over to her, praises her and runs her fingers over her scalp, giving her something else to feel aside from the fullness sensation in her cunt.
“You’ve been fantasizing about this haven’t you?” Shuri focuses on Namor’s handsome features and nods.
He gets on his haunches and Shuri’s heart skips several beats when he pauses to appreciate her long legs as he repositions them. He lays flat on the bed and brings Shuri on top of him, her back against his chest.
Dorma gets up and spits onto Shuri’s exposed cunt, adding more to the already wet mix of their coupling and courteously helps notching his cock back into Shuri. She curses a string of profanities underneath her breath when he immediately thrusts up into her.
“What’s that? We can’t hear you?” Dorma spreads Shuri’s thighs further apart for her viewing pleasure.
“It’s so fucking good.” Shuri’s thin voice sounds foreign to her own ears.
“Yeah?” Namor pulls on her hips to meet his thrust. This position makes it easier for him to jab into the spot that has Shuri’s head floating up in the clouds. He delivers long accurate strokes into her. The action creates a depraved squelch that makes Shuri’s cheeks burn in embarrassment.
“Maybe next time we can do it raw. Let me fill you up for real?” Namor's voice is low and breathy against her ear. The notion of having her dripping with his release, sends her mind reeling. She’s now positively drenching his cock down to his balls.
“Aww, you want that don’t you? Letting him fuck his cum deep into you.” Dorma’s words paints an image that further knocks the breath out of Shuri. She brings her fingers to rub on Shuri’s aching clit and the built up pleasure in her crashes down onto her so hard that her ears are ringing. Waves after waves of euphoria wash over her as both Namor and Dorma continue to play with her body.
“That’s it, Shuri. Come all over my cock just like that.” Namor relentlessly continues to snap his hips up into her, chasing his own peak before finally pulling his cock out her spasming pussy.
Dorma promptly rids of the condom and strokes him to completion. Ropes of his cum painting across Shuri’s throbbing cunt and inner thighs.
Shuri gapes when Dorma leans down and laps everything up. All the while maintaining eye contact with her.
A minx in motion, she climbs up her body, generously sharing Namor’s essence with Shuri. She swipes her tongue, darting out to taste more of him in Dorma’s mouth even when he slides her off his body.
Shuri breaks the kiss and whimpers when Namor proceeds to dip his fingers into her, gathering her release and brings it up to his mouth, sucking it clean off his fingers. He hums appreciatively at the taste and repeats the action. This time feeding her own slick to her and Dorma. What a generous couple, Shuri thinks while mindlessly sucking on his digits.
This whole thing is the most lewd thing Shuri has ever experienced intimately and it’s sinfully addictive. Utterly spent, she thanks the stars for tonight. Having a threesome with her office crushes is definitely a hell of way to celebrate her promotion.