I loved how they felt in my hand, warm and soft while they moved slightly in their sac. By this time Santa was growing like I had never seen. Even as ...I struggled to fit the head of his cock in my mouth I realized I couldn’t quite fit my hand around his shaft. As I worked on him I felt movement around us, then lights flashing in odd patterns. Ignoring them as well as I could I shifted gears, just licking at him while stroking his shaft. I knew this wouldn’t be enough though, and somehow I would. I took a quick shower and dried my hair while the Mr. Coffee was making a pot of coffee. Once again, my mind showed me images of James fucking my wife. And once again the images made me horny. I shook the thoughts out of head. It was a ridiculous thought - Di was not one to hop into the sack with someone else. I called my secretary, telling her to check her email, find the report I had emailed, then to print it out and assemble it in a presentation folder for our CEO, Jerry. And I would be. She got in missionary position; and she was too hot n wet for hardcore fucking, she raised her legs and widened to pave for my entry, I bent my body like a bow and I shot my hard rock dick into her hot wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure pain..ahhhhhhh! I allowed her few minutes to heal the hurt. I started pumping very slowly first and then steadily, She hold me with her pussy convulsions not to cum so soon. she knows the game how to keep for long time. Whenever I was about to come she stops up. I think she has an aristocratic face. It has that unapproachable, classical look, like a Katherine Hepburn. Our years of marriage have been good years. We’ve enjoyed each other and explored sex in many ways. I admit that I have always wanted her to make love with other men. We’ve talked about it, but except for once it hasn’t happened (that’s another story). When I mention it, she becomes upset and can’t understand why I’d want to share her. I have never been able to make her understand that it.