In and out, faster, then slow again, as she called out in excitement. “Yes, yes, YES!”She pushed back against me, and then slid around to face me,...climbing back on the platform, she spread her legs. “I want to see you fuck me,” she said, and I re-entered her, our faces so close, kissing and whispering as we slapped together, our eyes locked in mutual ecstasy.The pace quickened as she stared intently. Her eyes widened, and she swore, “I’m going to cum, Rahul; make me cum, Oh Yes Yes!”I pounded. She had no clue what was happening. I was still calmly talking to her about things. I slowly moved my hands from hugging her to slowly feel her shoulders. She thought I was going to massage her. But my erection was still between her legs. I started to massage her shoulders and then slowly downwards.Even she was enjoying it. I finally took advantage of the situation to grab boobs and pressed my cock harder into her. She was carried away and turned on as I was. But suddenly, the doorbell rang and. In a moment of levity, Anne prefaced her fellatio with some appropriate lyrics. Pretending his dick was a microphone, she sang into it, "I don't give a damn about my bad reputation!" She winked up at her husband as he chuckled in reply.Out came the tip of her tongue, which slowly circled the head of his cock. She licked the head several times, as if savoring an ice cream cone. Finally, she leaned forward and enveloped his straining dick with her mouth. At that moment, Anne was hopeful it would. ”I stood and took a deep breath, tossing back my hairand doing some calculating. The dress I was wearing wasnew, short and bare backed, and it showed a lot of deepcleavage.He smiled and said, “Disrobe.”I blinked at him.“Take off your clothes, honey. You may put them on thechair.”“You want me to?” I began.“Yes. Let’s not dawdle. Time really is money you know.You did well on the first part of the job interviewwhen you went to lunch with those.