All he had to do was plan ahead,to beg off sick at the last moment, (Who can argue with that?) or come up withsome other plausible excuse. Don't have ...he dinner at their house, where thecunt is.? Say the toilets are backed upor the stove's broken, something, anything, but for shit's sake, if he'd usedan ounce of imagination he could have tortured her for another six months or ayear; fucked her hundreds of more times. Hell, if he'd really played it right,he could still have her now as his fuck. After a minute or so of fidgeting with the printer, she moved off back to her workstation and out of view of my office. Thankful for the few minutes respite, I returned to my work for the day with the thought of that full, biteable ass lending both a smirk to my lips and a slight bulge to my trousers.After a dull afternoon of sending chain emails and checking my stocks online, 5pm finally rolled around and the familiar sounds of people heading home filtered through my doorway. It didn't take. Although there was a full bath as a part of Jeff's lab office, as well as showers at the gym, Helen wanted to shower in their suite and change her panties. Jeff didn't care and happily followed his wives, his eyes taking in the heartwarming sight of their swaying hips as they climbed the stairs to the first floor. Both women knew what he was doing and added a little to the natural movement.Once they were in the hallway, Diana turned to grab her husband's hand. "Come on up here with us," she. “Aren’t you a bit sore Emily?”“No, well I don’t think so, wait until I stand up. I think that Aryn’s big cock has stretched me so much that I can take any amount of cock. I’ve got to do more kegels to tighten me up.”“Chuck told me that you were a tight fuck, just like a little girl, not that he’d know what that was like.”“Thank you Mary.”“That’s okay hun, hey, you are staying for a few days so we can show you to the whole island.”“We’re on an island?” I didn’t know, the boat just kept going.