She rammed her cock into his mouth so violently that he began to cough up blood. This only made her more excited and she fucked his mouth even harder...."Take it all you fucking slut! Suck my fucking cock! Suck it harder you fucking ashtray!" He was having trouble breathing but he could still coherent enough to see what else was happening in the room. His wife had made her way to the leather chair behind the desk, dragging Rolf by his cock, which was now completely erect, a full f******n inches. They were kind, but with an undercurrent of passion lurking just below the surface. They seemed to bore into her soul, to see the romantic heart that beat beneath her plain-jane personality.Without consciously thinking about it, her right hand slid under the waistband of her sweatpants, into her cotton panties. She ran a finger through her labia and groaned softly at the liquid fire she encountered.Jane did not often masturbate, an attitude that went back to her mother's starchy religious. Jim didn’t know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It’s not the fact of. I had to admit that the reception was good, very good indeed, no expense had been spared on the food and the vintage champagne and unlike most wedding receptions where a disco would deafen everyone, Arnold had laid on a full orchestra.There were a lot of women there who Mum and Jill knew from their prison days, some of them far more muscular than I was and I shuddered at the thought of my two beautiful lovers being at their mercy.I drank a lot but it didn't seem to affect me, even mum noticed.