After work we fucked in the back seat of her car. I made sure that she was well pleased before I allowed myself to cum all over her beautiful chest. W... kept this up for a few months. One day I was working with Jen and Stacy. Jen was an over lap and was scheduled to leave a few hours before closing. Jen and I were doing our usual sexual double meaning and laughing. Stacy seemed to think we were totally k**ding, little did she know that when I talked about Jen's hot box I was intimately familiar. ’ Tess said. ‘But I bet it would be worth it.’ She stood up. Anna followed. ‘Indeed.’ She added. ‘Up stairs. The Lilac Room.’ Walking up the stairs, Anna said. ‘I’ve never cared for Lilacs.’ Tess grinned. ‘I’ll ask you again later tonight.’ In the private room, the two found walls painted black, dim indirect lighting along the ceiling and two small leather sofas facing each other with a six-foot diameter leather ottoman between them that was covered with a huge fluffy bear rug. The door opened. It was the first time I was seeing my wife looking tired after experiencing multiple orgasms. Even she begged him to stop. She had never asked me to stop fucking. I will always cum in just 10 minutes.Now it was almost 50 minutes since my wife and friend were fucking. My friend was fucking her like a hungry predator. He didn’t stop even though my wife was begging him to stop. My wife got another thundering orgasm and she started to squirt this time. The floor was wet with her squirt and the room. On the Friday before spring break, Lilli came to my office and the two of us met Margie in the school office after the last bell rang. We told the secretary we needed to see Mr. Pedersen and she showed us to his office. I asked Lilli to wait until I called her to come in. She nodded her assent with a knowing little grin on her face.Frank Pedersen looked a little nonplussed when Margie and I were shown in."Margaret, Mr. McMillan? What's this about?" Oh, I'm pretty sure you know what this is.