The pleasure of drinking coffee.

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Cony had had a hard time getting out of bed that morning. For the past two weeks everything had been a little difficult for her, as she had ended her relationship with Anthony. They had been together for five years and now everything was strange without him. Feeling the other side of the bed empty, the silence in the house, even the coffee every morning was a nightmare. Anthony was not only her life partner, they also shared their work at the office, seeing him every day at work had become painful.

Worst of all, that breakup was her fault. Cony was a very hot woman, throughout the relationship it had been very difficult for her to be faithful to Anthony. Until a few months ago her desire had been consummated with George, another colleague in the office. When Anthony found out about the affair, he didn't hesitate to end the relationship.

Grief consumed Cony and despite always having been driven by her desires for the past two weeks she couldn't feel anything. She tried to watch a few uploaded movies, even opened a profile on Tinder to get someone to feel something strong with. But nothing happened. Even though it had only been two weeks since the breakup with Anthony, for Cony not feeling that fire burning inside her made her feel like it wasn't her.

Because of everything she had been going through the night before Cony had bought an aphrodisiac coffee at her local convenience store. She was convinced that she had to revive her libido at all costs. And there was no better way than with her favorite drink: coffee.

She prepared a whole pot, poured herself a cup and drank it slowly. He expected the effect to be immediate but felt no difference in his body. Impatient and aware that he could not be late for work, he packed the coffee in a thermos and left for the office.

She arrived on time and sat down to wait for the meeting that her boss called every Monday to discuss the most important issues of the week. A few minutes passed and she watched as Anthony walked through the door and sat down in front of her. Very cordial as always, he said good morning and fixed his eyes on his phone so that he could no longer look Cony in the eye. Cony poured herself a cup of coffee from her thermos and began to drink it quickly, the tension was killing her. In that instant she thought Anthony looked more handsome than ever. She was touched by a small curl of hair that fell from his head to his forehead. She looked closely at Anthony's hands holding the phone, she thought how big and beautiful those hands were. Without realizing it his leather began to heat up, his hands began to sweat and his heart was beating fast.

He thought the coffee had started to take effect and kept drinking. After a couple of minutes George walked through the door laden with papers. He saw Cony at the table and without thinking sat down next to her, he said good morning but his eyes looked at Cony with a mischievousness that could not be disguised. At that moment Cony began to run her eyes over George, she was craving him madly, her hands and legs were trembling and she began to bite her lips in an attempt to control what was eating her up inside.

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At that moment Karly walked through the door, another co-worker who until that moment had only been very nice to Cony. She was attentive to everyone and excellent at her job. When Cony saw her enter, for the first time she noticed Karly's beautiful figure, she kept looking her body up and down as she sweated and trembled in the chair. When Karly saw her she thought it was because of the discomfort of having Anthony in front of her and walked over uttering the following sentence:

"Dear Cony Can I have a cup of coffee?"

She couldn't refuse, so she watched as Karly poured herself a cup of aphrodisiac coffee. At that moment George exclaimed:

"I'll have a cup please."

And not to be left out of the group Anthony asked for one for himself. The coffee was delicious, so everyone drank until the thermos was empty. The meeting started and the looks came and went, the sweaty hands multiplied and under the table Cony's foot was looking for Anthony's crotch and her crazed hands were discreetly touching George.

Karly wandered around the room during the meeting, she had to take charge of handing out the coffee and the papers with data and statistics. But when she got to the people involved she would slide her hand gently across their shoulders and whisper the information in their ears.

A message from Cony arrived on Anthony's phone as the meeting was ending:

"I still want you."

"And George?"

"Also."

George watched the conversation on Cony's phone. They crossed glances, and until the three of them couldn't help but smile. They quickly left the office and went to the parking lot where they all got into the same car. Before driving off, Karly arrived, no one had invited her, but she was warmly welcomed.

The next day they all woke up in Cony's bed, between wet sheets, agitated breaths and satisfied bodies. Cony saw that spectacle of naked bodies and smiling only thought to ask:

"Would anyone like some coffee?"

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