After she had cum a number of times, she got on all fours and he entered her from behind. She was moaning again, and pushing back onto him, and I c...uld see that he was getting his entire 10 inches inside. "I'm going to cum, he said", my heart raced. For a split second I wanted to stop it, I wanted to get him out of her as quickly as I could, I wanted to stop his thick white cum from coating the inside of my wife, but then, I didn't. I wanted him to fuck her. I wanted him to ruin her,. I said we can take the elevator but she opened the stairway door and we entered. We went up instead of down, and I asked "Sure you know where the drink machine is?" She only smiled and we went up two more floors and exited through the door. It looked like an abandoned floor. There was a few file cabinets against one wall and not much else. She turned to me and said "I found this last night when everyone else was asleep and I was wandering around looking for something to do." "Yea well where is. Her breathing didn't change, so he was emboldened to caress her further: with his throbbing cock standing stiffly erect as he knelt, he cupped both his hands over her delicious globes, and moved his palms gently all over her bust, from the sides inward, up and down, squeezing to feel their wonderful, firm elasticity. They were warm in his hands, and he pressed from the sides, feeling their voluptuous weight, and massaged her erect nipples with this thumbs. He was fascinated with those nipples,. I knew more ejaculations would follow, especially my own, since I was tremendously stimulated watching other men masturbate to climax, and witnessing it live was an incredible aphrodisiac. Meanwhile, the scene on the stage developed further. The masturbating dancer had acquired a chair, and she had seated herself, lifted her legs and spread them, and continued her rubbing of her clitoris, but now her bare vulva was being displayed in its gleaming moist glory along with her rectum, sweetly.