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I couldn’t get past the fact that I was in a law office, jerking off my husband as I sucked his boss’s dick. The thought made me moan, the sound muffled by Davis’s thick shaft.

Davis pulled his cock from my mouth, stepping back to rip open his shirt and kick his pants off the rest of the way. I sat up on my knees, shimmying out of my gown. I watched as Andrew stepped backwards, sinking into the leather chair that Davis had previously been in. He lifted his glass, finishing off his vodka before settling back, wrapping his fingers around his veiny cock once more.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, kicking away my violet gown as I did so. I felt the rough corporate carpet under my thigh high nylons, slowly planting one hand in front of the other as I crawled towards him. I felt my hips rolling, my ass high in the air as I planted each stiletto-clad toe in the floor, inching myself towards him. I had gone sans panties, opting instead for my sheerest nylons and a flesh colored garter belt. I felt its straps dig deliciously into my thighs as I crawled over the ground.

Reaching my husband, I sat up slightly, bending my head over his lap once more. Wrapping my lips around his cock, I dug my nails into his thighs, looking up at him as I slid my mouth down his shaft. Pulling my head up with a pop, I licked my lips.

“You like watching me blow your boss, baby?”

Andrew bit his lip, wrapping a hand in my auburn curls. He nodded.

“You wanna see Mister Howell fuck your pretty wife?”

Andrew groaned, bucking his hips upwards.

“I’d like nothing more, darling.”