We all enter the darker room with disco lights flashing and the music blaring. I offer to get some drinks and take the order to the bar. James says he...will come to help. We get served and find a table near the back in a dark corner with a clear view of the dance floor. James and I chat about work, sport etc but all the time we are both watching the dance floor. Marcus and Jane are laughing and as soon as a suitable track is played Marcus spins Jane around so he is behind her grinding against. She closed the program, and shut the terminal down. Luisa stood, stepped over to the narrow locker next to her bunk, and took out a small, flat box imprinted with the shield of the Martian Defense Force. She pressed her right thumb onto the center of the emblem, and the box popped open with a soft click. The interior was lined with a soft synthetic cloth with some rather special properties. She placed the datacard and the datachip containing the drawing into the box and closed it. She returned. “Please!” I beg again, my voice strained.“Good girl,” you coo again, releasing the rope. You move behind me and spread my legs painfully wide. I cry out as the muscles scream at me with strain. You stroke your cock a few times before positioning your cock at my sopping entrance. You push quickly, brutally into my aching pussy, stretching me as wide as possible. “So tight,” you hiss, stilling for a second, but not so I can adjust. It only takes a few moments for you to begin your onslaught on. It’s sexy and fun. Especially when you haven’t experienced it before”. I shouldn’t have come here. I knew it in my heart. I should have gone straight home, yet here I was entertaining a woman. A woman in which my wife would throw a fit over. Maybe I was overthinking it. I felt like I was breaking all the rules my wife and I established. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. It’s only coffee, right? “Is that what you like? Is that something you look up sometimes?” I shouldn’t have asked. This coffee.