I asked for her number so I could set up meetings easier. She was reluctant at first but after I took her and other people in the office out for dinne... a few times on top of sending care packages to her directly she gave in. Things started slow slow at first strictly professional but every time I came into the office we found ourselves talking more and more. Her tits just drove me insane. The front desk was always cold and her nipples where always hard and she even commented on it while she. The voices grew louder. I saw our car where Delia had parked it. Therewas a second automobile next to it. My wife was sitting on the blanketwith the basket in front of her. And she wasn't alone! Alongside herwas a dark-haired man. He was broad-shouldered and I could tell that ifhe got up he would be a lot taller than her. Or me. He was handsome andhis blue denim shirt was open at the collar. His black jeans fit closeto muscular legs. I belatedly realized that if I could see the pair. I slowly turned toward Dustin, not knowing what else to do. He starred down at me focusing on my blistering red cheek. Now! Im sorry, I whispered to Dustin. Dont apologize. Just get his God damn pants off. Dustin closed his eyes as if hoping that this was just a realistic nightmare. His teeth were tightly clenched shut. I pulled his pants down to his knees. John was fast on giving directions. Get his boxers down too. My hands shook uncontrollably as I pulled his boxers down. I did not look at. She followed that with her mouth damn near deep throating my cock, and sucking all the way down the shaft.I almost fucking came.She pulled back, giggled, and said "You can if you want. I know what you were gonna do," she saidI couldn't believe this. So I finally spoke."I don't want to sound like an ass," I said.She laughed."I know what you're gonna say. No. I've done stuff with a couple of guys. Not this. I've read a lot. I always wanted to do some kinky stuff, but I'm not gonna go there with.