Trudy always knew the details. She winked at me as she gathered up her purse and shoulder bag, “Hadn’t seen you in there today. Working late ton...ight?”I smiled at the implication and raised my eyebrows, “You know him … work, work, work.” She laughed and I knocked on the door.“Sorry, it took me so long, Sir. The day got busy …” I was walking deliberately, as always, to the spot between the two guest chairs in front of his desk. I was already reaching behind my neck to unclasp and unzip the. Once inside she found herself in a hallway with five nameplates near the elevator, one of them said “Octo-Neko Sutajio 3rd Floor”. As soon as she arrived on the third floor, she faced a lobby with the logo she was looking for on the wall in the background. She approached the lobby and introduced herself to the woman behind the lobby, after which she was asked by the same woman to take a seat. There were several other girls and women sitting in the waiting room, ranging from Japanese to. I had her start being flirty and wear tighter than normal clothes whenever he was picking her up. It was about 3 weekends later the she rode over with him and I got a text message from him about 2 hours later. He wanted to know if my wife was messing around with him when she said I would let him fuck her with me. It was so perfect the house was empty they had been enjoying a couple of drinks there and she was dressed and acting like a slut around him. I said "do you want to fuck my wife" he. "Yep," I said."And I did say BIG," she said with a laugh. I gave her my money and she made change. "You enjoy that big thing."I was redfaced and sweating when I jumped in the car. Sandy slid in beside me and kissed me, telling me that I did wonderfully.The trip home was the same as the trip down, with her teasing my cock over and over again.When we got home, she told me to grab us two glasses of wine and meet her in the bedroom. When I walked in she was naked, except for her strap on, which.