"I am sure everything will be made clear to you, if you would just follow me up to the third floor. I have taken the liberty of getting badges for the...both of you," she said, pulling generic 'visitor' badges out of her breast pocket for us.I was curious now, and a little apprehensive. Something was off, here, but what? We went into the elevator and got off on the third floor. We went through a door marked, 'Deputy Director Lawrence Preston'.I found myself in a reception room, which was nicer. It was approaching the end of October, and my boss, Max Jensen, had planned a large Halloween costume party that would be held at his country club on Halloween night. Max was our sales vice president, and was only 38 years old, having risen very quickly in the company due to his aggressive sales tactics. He sometimes encouraged employees and their spouses to take extraordinary measures to “entertain” our customers, and my wife, Eva, and I had always found an excuse not to participate in those. He kept fucking her in the ass. Cum was dripping down her legs. Katie’s pussy was making a popping sound every time he kept going in and out. He flipped Katie over and placed her legs over his shoulder. He moved her to the corner of the couch and went to town. Katie was moaning non-stop. I had enough, I stepped out for a bit to get a drink of water in the kitchen. As I was filling my cup I heard screams coming from the living room.“Stop your being too rough, your cock is too big. Stop, you're. Some of the semen trickled down my thigh, but I ignored it. I just turned around and gave the boy a big kiss on the lips. "Thank you," we both muttered under our breath. He walked over to the couch and lay down while I continued to make breakfast. Just as I was done roasting the eggs and bacon, I saw the other man enter the living room with a large bulge in his pants. Clearly he had heard us having sex. I told him to sit down on the couch and walked over to him, dropping to my knees between.