Leaning in, I flick the tip as it begins to peek out of your foreskin with the flat of my tongue, while my fingers graze over a dusting of hair as the...y skim up the backs of your legs. My hands reach your cheeks and I cup one in each palm, kneading them with my fingers. Taking the head of your dick in my mouth, I hear your groan as I suck softly and run my tongue under the foreskin. The salty, musky flavor of your skin fills my mouth and, this time, I'm the one who hums with pleasure. Your. "In the past two weeks I've thrown myself at you and you haven't so much as kissed me." We haven't exactly been alone," he said, almost afraid to believe what she had just done."We are now." She stepped close to him and threw her arms around his neck.The blood pounded in his temple. He wanted this. Ever since he had fucked his own daughter he had seemed to change; his luck had seemed to change, too. Joan was young, married, a new mother; it all fit with his new thirst for the taboo. He had. Truly, there is nothing greater than coming back from anoutside meeting and knowing that a beautiful woman is waiting under yourdesk with her mouth ready to service you. I also decided that for remotemeetings, I would have her blow me during the meetings when I was on speakerphonejust because I could. This went on for about two more monthsand I decided that it was time to increase the stakes. I started to hintthat I'd like to see her in sluttier clothes, and had left her a bag witha patent. , Christ he has more lovers than I have fingers."Placing her hand on my knee, drawing lazy circles with her neatlymanicured fingers, Moira looked into my eyes. "Jack and I have a veryloose sexual relationship, you might call us swingers, but I detest thatterm. We have been trying for years to get you and Sharon into ourlittle group, but we could never figure a way to approach the matter withyou two, and now with Sharon gone, well..."A smile began to play upon Moira's smooth red lips. "You.