“How do you take it,” she asked. “In a cup preferably but, I ain’t picky,” I quipped. “Black it is,” she said smiling as she pou...ed and handed me a cup. I thanked her and sipped the hot liquid as she made herself a cup and sat back down. We sipped our coffee, not saying anything but, I could tell Liv had something she wanted to say. Suddenly, I lost patience with the waiting game. I sat my cup on my desk and looked at Liv directly. I crossed my leg, leaned back and laced my fingers. The long, hard, throbbing phallus had just barely been guided through the open zipper of my husband's jeans when he was suddenly shoving my head toward his groin. More by instinct than anything else, my mouth immediately opened and my body was swiftly impaled, my head held in place with a hearty obstruction in my throat. I very nearly panicked, but somehow managed to keep my wits about me as my head was held in place. Between the continuing howls of the woman and the loud groan of lust from my. She kept staring at me, I asked, “What Varsha?”. She says, “Sir, I am in awe with you, and I want you, sir.”. I told her, “Varsha, you are a kid, besides, I am married.” Varsha replies, “Sir, that’s what makes me want you more, to see what an experienced man can do to me!”. I said, “Sorry, Varsha, this isn’t happening”. I picked up my items and proceeded towards the door, which Varsha was blocking, I pushed and just as I reached the door, she gripped my hand. I didn’t stop, then she put it on. "What's wrong, why'd you stop? Fuck me, please, just fuck me!" "That wasn't fucking you, that was just getting you ready. Now I'm going to fuck you! Turn over." Ben turned onto his back and I lifted his legs and pulled them wide. Shifting position slightly I sank my cock back in, this time the head rubbed the nub of his prostate. His eyes opened wide and he let out a growl. Short rapid strokes replaced deep slow ones, each time hitting the spot and his cock started dancing, slapping his stomach.