"Here it comes," I groaned, plunging myself back into her sloppy wet pussy as I ejaculated.She laughed and smiled as I finally finished. "Good job, hu...band," she said.It felt good to finally empty myself of all the built up hormones. It also reassured me somewhat to fill up her pussy and perhaps displace some of her first r****t's semen inside her. But as soon as my arousal left me as my refractory period began, the guilt set in. Looking into my lover's eyes, one of which was swollen, didn't. That's a rare thing," he says with a chuckle. "Haha, I was just thinking the same thing." "So you like me to be in charge huh?" he says with a commanding tone. "Uh huh," I say back. "Well let's not waste any time then because right now I want you to suck me you little whore," he says with a tone that verges on frightening. "Do you need some relief big boy?" I say back delicately. "Yes bitch, I want your mouth to work on my cock." "Mmm, you want to fuck my tight throat dont you?" I say as. I couldn't help but get heated while watching her sleek, sexy arms and her hips wrapped in those jeans that fit so well. She was something out of every country song you've ever heard which really irked me since my workplace had demolished my affinity for the genre by playing the same songs over and over.Her youthful eighteen-year-old glow radiated around her as I tried to fight off the tickling but not really fighting it at all. As much as I hated her tickling I loved it at the same damn time.. We don't have sex very often, but who does after twenty-five years? I told myself I didn't care, that passion and abandon were for hormone-stoked teenagers, not senior vice presidents. We don't talk much either. We're both busy people and after all that time there just doesn't seem to be much to say.My office was on the eleventh floor of a twelve-story building that we'd been in for about two months. The building had four elevators, all painfully slow. The kind of elevators where the doors take.