I got very much involved in the conversation and didn’t care about the bedsheet. I felt hot and sweaty under it. I left it, and it slid down till th... top of my boobs. My arms, shoulders were now out of the sheet, and the sweat made my skin shine.I was talking when I realized a pair of hands on my feet and another hand massaging my shoulder. I stopped and saw Naman caressing my feet. I was so involved in the conversation that I never realized when did Naman raise the sheet to expose my bare. "Mmmm, hmmm" was all that my wife could say.Connie then leaned down and spit on my wife's asshole, perhaps in an attempt to provide additional lube or perhaps to demonstrate my wife's status with this humiliating gesture."Your own cunt-drool might be best here" stated Connie. "Do you want me to coat the plug completely?" Yes, Please" begged my wife.Connie then roughly thrusted the entire glass plug DEEP into my wife's pussy, as far as the base would allow, emanating a loud gasp from my wife.. ”“He’s right through that door there,” she says pointing to a glass office set in the back of the large room.Spencer gives her a nod and she smiles looking him up and down as he heads off toward the office. He maneuvers past desks and people and into the office where a large burly man sits behind a very large oak desk.The man has a full beard and large cigar hanging from his mouth. “Can I help you?” he asks gruffly looking up from a pile of papers sitting on his desk.“I’m Special Agent...”“Ah. I was slurping loudly with spit and pre-cm dripping onto my tits. I looked up and could see that my husband was in pure bliss. A few rams of his cock down my eager throat and I felt his balls tighten up. I pulled him out and held his cock over my face, stroking him fast as I asked him to cum on my face. Ughhh! Was the only reply I got from him. Well that and a thick hot load of cum hitting me on the cheek, eye and into my hair. I smiled and slowed my stroking as I moved his cock into my mouth.