I expressed my displeasure to our General Manager, but nothing happened.So I called a Board Meeting. Since I held, or voted, all the shares and the Ge...neral Manager was on the board only because I'd put him there, I figured I had all the votes.When we met, I assured the GM that I was not upset or unhappy with him, but that my vision for the company was more dynamic than what I perceived his to be. I was especially disappointed with the sales figures and with the lack of innovative new products. I was totally lost in my ownlittle fantasy world. But that came to a very abrupt end."Oh my fucking god!" It was Sam's voice. My eyes snapped open and my legswent flat against the bed with the dildo still buried deep in my ass. Ihastily tried to cover myself up as I sat up."This," I faltered then started again, "this isn't what it looks likesweetheart!" I blurted out starting at my stunned wife standing in ourbedroom door in her rain coat. I had be so wrapped up in what I was doingI hadn't. She giggled, not objecting to any of those adjectives. My cock reached her pussy. I nuzzled into her twat, savoring the feel of sparse, eighteen-year-old bush covering her tight cunny. She opened up the spy program she used to connect to our twin sisters' laptops.I could hardly contain blurting out what was about to happen. So I thrust my futa-cock into Allie's pussy. She gasped and shuddered. Her cunt clenched down on me as my futa-dick slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her wonderful. Gone was the earlier measured rise and fall, and now in its place there was simply a grinding of two bodies together, squeezing each other’s last juices from them. Slowly her motions subsided and she sank down onto him. She was breathless, eyes closed and mouth still wide open in passion. He felt her squeezing his spent cock between her lips, demanding (and taking) every last bit of his strength. Then he felt himself slip from within her as the remains of his arousal.