I was watching my wife bob up n down on my cock like a school girl whore when I thought it couldn't get better she says to me "lets go to the backroom... where the cameras are set up and I can really get into it & do a much better job. I sprinted to the backroom and hopped in the big chair she slowly walked to me and I had her stop & slowly spin around so I could get a real good look at her in her school girl outfit. She then said I am going to stroke your cock then I am going to lick it and. Their lips pressed harder upon each other, eager, yet unhurried in seeking further pleasure, content to explore the simple pleasure of this eternal moment. Eyes closed, lids fluttering, pleased to imagine each others desire with the minds eye rather than shatter their dreams vision by opening them to any possible flaw. Her cheek, soft, blushing. His, prickly by contrast, flushed with success in getting this far in the dance, begun almost a week ago, by chance.They'd met on the street of the. She gave me an arms up pirouette. "You like?" Oh man, I love." She kissed me. I kissed her back and after a lingering moment she pushed me away, her eyes gleaming, laughing sweetly as she sashayed back into the bedroom.Back on the couch, Doug and I sipped our beer, chatted, and eagerly waited for Liz's next appearance.Liz returned. She was stunning. She wore an under bust corset, panties, sheer black stockings, those amazing high heels. And a strap-on. She vamped a pose and curled a forefinger. My masculine resistance barriers began breaking its shackles I took one step at a time and at every given opportunity I kept brushing my dick against her ass and she seem to enjoy it. We got to a good working relationship with a lot of repressed sexual energy between the two of us. One afternoon we were both scheduled to appear in tax training program at our auditor office. Which I always hated attending.It was in one of those dreadful training that come about every month at the office, but.