Yes, she had a guy with her. Quickly I made my way through the sliding glass doors into the wardrobe. I heard animated voices in the halfway and they ...aughed as they made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom, our marital bedroom. I could see through the smallest crack in the wardrobe doors, they were both encouragingly drunk and were obviously incredibly horny. Jane looked totally irresistible, an alluring vision of alcohol-induced sensuality. I could see the guy was younger then her. She was elated to hear the news and I asked her to come into our office the next day for some initial things we needed to cover. She came in the following morning and we met for about 30 minutes to discuss her work. I met with 2 other co-workers this time so that ‘connection’ we had wasn’t there and I figured it was just my ‘active’ imagination that day getting the best of me. Once we finished I gave her a quick tour of our office and brought her by my desk where I sit, which is in a. I sat in the kitchen, alone with my coffee until just after nine o’clock; my cock was hard and leaking and my heartbeat was working overtime. Finally, I poured two more cups of coffee and with shaking hands I carried them to the guest room.I stopped and listened outside the guest room door and heard a lot of groaning.Were they making love again? Dare I knock? What do I do? These along with numerous other thoughts flashed in my mind in a few seconds. I waited, listening and shaking for a minute. Me on the other hand... hm," I can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks, "I'll try my very best to make it impossible for you to stay quiet." I whimper slightly as his fingers begin to lightly trace down the side of my breasts, around my soft, round globe, then to my nipple and flicks it, causing me to gasp as goosebumps erupts all over my body. "Shhhh," he shushes me, “you don’t want them to hear, do you?” he asks, teasingly. His fingers continues their light trace down to my belly button,.