The music, dancing, drinking, flirting, kissing, cock and tit grabbing….all of it was still in full swing.We re-engaged with our co-workers and cont...nued drinking, dancing and flirting. Matt had his hands inside my halter top almost continuously until he left the party around midnight. I stayed later than that, as my husband was planning to pick me up at 1:00 a.m. I drank a bit more and danced and chatted with some of my other co-workers.Even though my manager had already gotten a handjob. His tongue wiggled its way inside and rolled around my inner walls, tickling them and making me shake and spasm. Watching him, I had never seen a man so focused and immerse in anything quite the way he was in getting me off. For as much as I was enjoying being spoiled, I kept reaching out for his cock. I tried to tell him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t string the right order of words together in my head. I couldn’t get them out of my mouth. What he was doing to me had totally jumbled my brain. For. ” I heard my wife reply, in a barely audible whisper.“Do you want Mick to kiss you? Say it out loud, we want to hear you say it.”“Yes Frank, I want it.” My wife finally admitted. “Kiss me, Mick.” She added.“You want it, you love it. Two big mature men. You don’t like either one of us. But we’re going to fuck you and you’re going to love it, right?”“I don’t know.” Naomi said, before Mick pulled her to himself, big arms around her small delicate body, and clamped his hand on her head and mouth to. Steve asked, “You are married, aren’t you? I remember a looker used to pick you up at the site.” Max scoffed, “I was, but not anymore. She dumped me two years ago. Had her reasons though.” Steve just said, “Yeah?” Max said, “Yeah. What they call the seven-year-itch I guess. I started screwing around with other gals. One of her girlfriends saw me, told her and she put a tale on me. Didn’t take her long, she got the dirt, took the kids and almost everything else I had and split.” Steve said,.