And in the end, what did her choice of underwear matter anyway? She doubted that he'd noticed much, she thought with a grin.Now satisfied that her des...k showed no sign of the fabulous fuck-fest it had been witness to, she turned toward the door, next to which hung her purse and a backpack where she kept a change of clothes and a pair of sneakers for the bike ride home.She was startled out of her smug reverie by Lacey Collins, who had entered the room soundlessly. "Mrs. Collins! What a surprise!". I would see them dancing with him behind her and her back to him. She would be rubbing her sexy ass up and down his cock while his hands where running up and down her sides, just brushing the sides of her tits at first. My wife would have her eyes closed and smiling. As her ass rubbed, I would see her dress slowly moving up until I could tell that his cock was rubbing her lace covered ass crack. It would make my cock hard. Next thing I would see is him fully cupping her 36D tits right there in. I punched him on his chest and laughed at him. Come on I said as I pulled him by the hand to our bedroom. Come fuck me like I know you want to fuck me.I softly moaned as Roger’s teeth found my sore nipples. Careful babe you got them sore. Suck on them softly and kiss them. Mm I sighed yes just like that I sighed out as his tongue swirled around my hardening nipple.I brushed my fingers through his hair. I smiled to myself as he softly caressed my breast and gently pulled at my nipples. I sighed. The next hour and a half, it was just hedonistic fucking. I rinsed off in her shower to get that sex smell off. As I was getting ready to walk out the door Jules gave me a kiss.“I’ll give you a call when I have a free afternoon.“OK, have a good evening.”When I got home, Mom was ready for the interrogation. I spun a tale about going over the major events of the first World War and the depression. Not sure if she bought it, but the subject was dropped.My morning run was at a lot more sedate pace.