Married. With kids. That didn’t stop me from fantasising about him every available moment of the day. And night. At this particular moment, hands st...ill roving my body, I tried to imagine what it would be like to take him home with me. Tonight was the Christmas party, and with the company paying for drinks it was sure to be an entertaining night. I immersed myself in thoughts of seducing a drunken Andy. The way I would stroke his arm, lean in close to whisper in his ear – flashing a little. "What are you doing on the couch", he asked her. They hadn't been getting along lately and usually it was him that slept on the couch. "I broke down on the side of the road last night and my cell was dead", she answered. "I was stranded there for a long time until a very nice couple stopped and gave me a ride home". He looked at her for a few seconds then spoke in a low but stern voice. "Really"? "I guess it was well after some biker used our driveway to turn around", he added. He kept staring. My tongue massaged the softer underside while my lips gave the sides and head full stimulation. Tommy for his part was huffing and puffing like a steam engine and would occasionally wheeze out something like ‘Oh my God’ or ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop’. Like I had any notion to.About this time I took his balls in my left hand and gently squeezed them and tugged on his scrotum. I had hidden a tube of hand cream under the sofa just for such an emergency and smeared some on my fingers of the right. I washed my hands as well as giving my cock a good wipe, also cleaning up small dribbles from my abs. All cleaned up, I washed my face and headed back to my room. I couldn't help myself but I stopped outside of Sarah's bedroom. This was very risky considering I was still naked but curiosity got to me. However as I listened there was no sound, no moans coming from behind the door. I walked back to my room and to be honest, a little disappointed. I slumped back into bed and got under the covers..