She just sat there as if this was an everyday occurrence. My calloused hand reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, and squeezed it hard in my h...ge hands. I felt her relax just for a spit second and then tighten up again. My tongue was gagging her now and finally I felt her fight to get away. I released my hold on her and slapped her hard on the ass and left the restroom.I went out to my van and looked for her car. It wasn’t hard to find. It was a fire engine red Camero, and looking. A small cami too which skimmed over her flat stomach and up to her ample breasts. They must be at least a 34E and looked completely natural. Nipples pointing straight though her top. I lean in and kiss my husband on the lips. He opens his mouth to me and kisses me back passionately. His hand never leaving her thigh he slowly ventures higher rubbing his fingers on the crotch of her pink panties. Ending our kiss he turns to her kissing her lips softly at first then deepening the kiss as their. ”“Ya, I only have this floor left to clean.”“Want some help?”“Ya, definitely.” And we got to work. She was wearing a pair of old khaki shorts and a tank top that she used to wear when doing house work, they fit her great. I couldn’t help myself, I kept checking her out. Every time she bent over I was looking, if her back was to me then it was her ass, if she was facing me then it was her cleavage. I was being sly about it, but she caught me. She was on her hands and knees wiping the base boards. "More than you can imaging," was my reply.She had moved to place herself between me and her desk, with her hands on her hips.She informed me she would need to know my relationship status, for "Insurance reasons." I told her I was in a relationship but not married. A moment of disappointment quickly flashed over her dark almond eyes.I quickly replied, "But for what it's worth, I'm in an open relationship with her."The sparkle returned to those eyes, as she asked me what that meant.I advised.