‘I love you,’ he whispered, a child admitting secrets. Her smile washed over his soul, removed the trembling need for escape. The soft comfort of...her arms draped over his shoulders and the demon writhed once again as he lowered his lips to hers. Fists unclenched, pulling from his pockets to cradle her face in hands that were callused and toughened and yet so gentle his touch was a whisper over her skin. Pliant, supple, her lips molded to his, forming into an exquisite sensation of indulgence.. A soft slow song starts off, its just easy listening with almost no effort from my part. As the beat of the music slowly breaks down the barriers in my mind it takes me somewhere else I go on the hunt of an elusive cup of coffee. I find the coffee flasks in the kitchen and manage to get a warm cup of joy for them. The brown sugar and the milk complements the flavor of the well brewed beans. The balcony at the office has the best view over the office park. I take a seat and smell the Arabica. He began to moan slightly as he did this. With his pants open, she pulled them down to his knees as she reached up with one hand and rubbed his balls as the other followed her mouth, up and down the shaft. Faster and faster he went, fucking her mouth, his breathing coming faster and shorter with each thrust. He continued doing this for several minutes until suddenly he stopped as he pulled her from his cock and stood her up. With her breast exposed and her skirt over her. We moved to the rhythm of the music pulsing off the nearby dance floor. I noticed on single guy watching us fuck. I looked over at him and smiled as my hubby’s cock thrust inside of me. My husband asked if I wanted to check out the upstairs rooms that had all different themes. We went to the locker room and stripped out of our clothing and put the mandatory towel on and headed upstairs. There was a room that looked like a dungeon, another that looked like a gynecologist office, etc… We finally.