I shifted slightly towards her and felt her warm lips sliding over my helmet. I could sense her nervousness under the assumed confidence and my heart ...ent out to her. She wasn’t really ready for this, not yet, but it was a gift and to refuse it would be shattering for her. Besides, when you’re offered a blow job, self justification is easy. Temptation is a terrible thing. Her mouth stretched as she slid her down my shaft, and I felt myself growing and filling her mouth. Her forehead creased in. "Hello, I'll just ring up to let him know you're here." She rang my husband and said "Your slut is here." I shot her a dirty look. She laughed as my husband said something to her."OK, let's go up" We went to the elevator and up to the fifth floor. She made me very uncomfortable as she looked me all over. We went to my husbands office. She knocked on the door and went in. My husband was there with another man. He was tall, blonde and in his thirties."Thanks Beth for bringing the slut up. Well. I taste it. I taste the saltiness on the head of your cock. It makes my body tremble with want. He guides my head closer and tells me to take his cock into my mouth. It’s so thick and big but I do it anyway. He slowly begins to fuck my mouth. In and out while I look at you with eyes of lust and passion. He turns so that he’s lying down then pulls me so that I am on top, he tells me to continue sucking his cock. I feel his tongue delve into my pussy and also his fingers. He’s fucking me with. I was still bent over when I was startled by the hand that just seem to move up between my legs from behind. I almost jumped from the intimate touch but as the hand closed over my wet mound I heard a whispered 'shhhhh'.'Eric? ' I said, unsure and questioning.'Shhhhh', came the reply. 'You scared me', I said laughing nervously, trying to look behind me as his fingers started to move. I closed my eyes in pleasure moaning softly, 'Eric'.His hand on my back pushed me down and forward over the sofa.