She saw the report and I was sitting perpendicular to her. She asked for a pen and I was reading mails. I extended the pen seeing the phone and it wen... in the space between her blouse and sari.When she turned sari pallu went down I recognized a few seconds later. I saw her breasts she smiled and took the pen, signed and asked to arrange her pallu (34c).I was happily shocked and did so that time my cock was touching her shoulders. She smiled and saw hard on she knows I was not getting sex after. ” I said to him. “You sure are and you are good.” “No, I mean it." I said, “I just gave you a blowjob and I’m a cocksucker.” I wanted to say it – I’m a cocksucker and I loved it. He was still feeling my hard cock and he said “You are a good cocksucker.”“Call me that again.” I said. As I touched and felt his cock. “Cocksucker, you are a cocksucker.”Then my wife was in next to me and she said, “Was it good” Cocksucker? Did you like it?”“Yes.” I said. “Are you a cocksucker?” She asked. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myself against his erection, rubbing my ass against his hard cock. His breathing became louder.I wanted to tell him that this would be a one-time thing. I wanted to remind him that I didn’t want anything serious. I didn’t. Instead, I rubbed myself against him more. My shirt came up in the back, exposing my almost bare ass to his him.He kissed my neck and waited to see if I would stop him. I should’ve, but didn’t. Maybe sex would. ‘Ah fuck it.’ she said, waving the words away, and kissed me on the lips. She was a little drunk, and I knew that, and as Ol’ Blue Eyes once intoned, ‘There are rules about that.’ I stopped the kiss. ‘Uh-oh.’ I said, scolding her with an accusatory finger, ‘Somebody’s been drinking.’ She scowled, ‘Ah. come on. Let’s fuck.’ Whoa! This was not Julie talking. I had half a mind to throw her over my knee and spank her, and told her so. ‘Okay.’ she said slurrily, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding.