I couldn't help myself and asked if she had fun last night. She grabbed another sample container off of her desk, shaking it as if to say, 'we have so...e unfinished business' before telling me that yes, her husband took real good care of her last night, just as he always does before she engulfed my hardening rod.I let my self savor her talented mouth before I got down to the business I was interested in, asking her if she found anything out or did she get greedy and devour the second sample last. "you have never handled me so much that I have needed code red...or yellow"....I stepped back and nodded to the three men.One on each side of her, grabbing her arms......and the third in front of her, placing his hands on her hips.....and it got quiet....nobody moved.....we could her my wife take a deep breath......her nipples hardened and poked against her bra.......no code red.....no code yellow.....not a word.....but her mouth got slightly open.....Jones, who was in front of her, slowly. No difference in her demeanor. She was a world-class actor, there was no doubt of that. That or she had some serious schizophrenic issues.I took a very fast shower, just in and out, then looked around at where to stash the first of the three voice recorders I had bought. In the end, I taped it to the underside of her bedside cabinet. I didn't really expect to get anything from the recorders at home, but I wanted to be thorough.After that, I got dressed in sweats, went downstairs and had dinner.. I knew some formative moans were issuing from between my lips. His very inexperience and unfamiliarity with the territory were simply adding to my arousal, hopefully also - his own. My lips sought his and my arm pulled him closer. "Should I take my dress off for you?" I offered. He looked at me in stunned disbelief but nodded in dumb acceptance of what ultimately must be. Standing in front of a young man, my own son no less, unzipping that dress must rank as the most erotic moment of my.