"Hi Bob, it's Mark." I said in a soft voice."Mark... what's up... you sound awful." I could hear the concern in his voice. We were close and each was ...n tune with the other's voice tones."Can you meet me for lunch today? It's really important or I wouldn't ask on such short notice."Bob probably had a lunch appointment but he clearly understood the meaning of 'really important'."Yah, of course. Anyplace special?" How about 'The Snug' at 12:30?" Sure." See if you can find a booth in the lounge. I rose a bit on knees so that my breasts would be easily within his grasp. He cupped one in each hand and began a slow squeezing combined with a circular rubbing. He would occasionally give a little pinch to first one nipple and then the other. When he twisted my nipple a little harder I let out a little squeal that was barely audible my mouth stuffed full of cock and all.I worked the shaft of his prick with my hand while I continued to take it down my throat. Occasionally I would pause to run. " Oh, come on, you always say that."My phone buzzed again. "Well, I really will think about it this time. How about that?" I smiled.He slapped my arm. "That's my boy. Who's that texting you anyway? Hot date?" He raised his eyebrows.I laughed. "I'd love to kiss and tell but not in the office, ok?"He grinned. "Alright. Now you definitely have to come to the club. I'll let you get back to the hot secret lover."It sounded like he didn't need to go far. I guessed he went to give Jim the same. This all changed one day in August when my limo driver dropped me off. I saw a customized motorcycle in the driveway, it was the kind a biker would drive with a skull and crossbones medallion on the back seat. When I got inside the house I heard sounds coming from the basement. I listened, and was floored by what I heard. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife.