She doesn’t appreciate his body like he deserves. If I were her, I’d be eager to crawl into bed with him. I’d want that body every night. He tel...s me they don’t have sex very often. She blames the kid, but he suspects it's something else. Either way, he has needs, and I’m willing and able to meet them. We work at a law office. He’s a lawyer, and I’m in the marketing department. I’ve had the hots for him since my first day a few months ago, but he took a little longer to come around. I'm a bit. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft."Fuck, you are good at that," he told me as he wrapped his hands in my luscious, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock."Oh FUCK! You are good at this slut," he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.I let his cock plop out of my mouth as I looked up. Becky smiled at her. Sandi was starting to relax a little, letting me begin to pull my prick out of her.“No!” she cried, trying to reach back to hold me in. “leave it there for a while, you feel so good in me.”I stopped moving, holding her close. Becky twisted around, kissed Peter, and got up, headed for the downstairs bathroom, he followed her after a moment. My prick was very slowly starting to soften, the cock ring effect, Becky had mentioned once. We cuddled quietly.“I do good?” I asked. One Monday he returned looking very down. Wendy said nothing even though her curiosity was piqued. He cheered up as the week progressed but returned the following Monday thoroughly depressed."Peter," said Wendy, "you've been miserable two Mondays in a row. Do you want to talk about it?"He shook his head. "No thanks, Wendy. It was kind of you to ask but no."Matters appeared to improve but a month or so later Peter was once again clearly miserable.Wendy said nothing. She had been rebuffed once..