I gave in completely to what was about to happen. The thin lining of his gym shorts and my leggings wasn’t keeping anything a secret. He started pre...ssing his hips into mine rhythmically, I think he couldn’t help himself. I wanted to blow him first, to slow everything down. I slid off the desk and onto my knees in front of him. I looked up — he was smirking again.His low-hanging gym shorts were no obstacle at all and I simply pulled them down to reveal his erection. I was flattered that he was. My wife gave a little gasp and just stared at it. He asked if we minded what they were doing and before I could say anything my wife said no it is fine. Sh didn't stop staring so I thought I would take advantage and slid my hands up under her top and started to play with her nipples too. To my surprise she didn't say anything and let me carry on. Now my wife is what some woulcall a prude, at least when it came to public sex, but she lay back and allowed me to slip up her top and take it off. A fear of rejection quietened her for a moment, and she just stood there holding herself to him. His hands on the cheeks of her bum were exciting her again, she didn’t want this to end. It was as if, from the moment he had entered her flat hours before, both a little nervous at the fact of him being there in the flat for a reason other than waiting to take her out, from that moment it had been as if together they had slipped into their own private universe, and outside the storm was the forces. "A lump surfaced in my throat to rival the one in my underwear, and I swallowed again, desperately trying – and failing – to avoid staring at the path of her hand. She knew, lazily trailing the swell of her chest to her belly, then drawing a line to her lap accompanied by an intake of breath, "And that-" She scratched a nail over the surface of her knickers before pressing to form a wet spot amid her breathy exhalation, "-that bothers me."The atmosphere crackled. Holly's foot massaged my.