Jessie thought about how close their introduction fit the lyrics and smiled.At the end of the day, Jessie tried to figure out how to get the bouquet h...me. The day was windy and it was about four blocks to her bus stop. The flowers would be tattered before they made it home. With a sigh, she accepted that they would have to remain on her desk for the night. She took the card from her desk drawer and slid it into her purse before closing the door and making her way to the elevators.Jessie smiled. “Hmmmm.” I said. “How was she?” “Excuse me?” “How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway.” “Sir….please…..” he said hesitantly. “Just answer me, dammit!” I yelled. “She is…well, god has made her just for fucking men, Sir. She is a natural. And very talented. Does things with her mouth and cunt that I never thought possible. And her stamina…… that night I was…. probably the 20th man she was. You are whispering something I can’t understand, but it doesn’t matter. You roll over to get on top of me. You look into my eyes and tell me that it’s my turn. I smile. I smile because I know what a good cocksucker you are. The wet spot now covers a large part of the front of my pants. You sit up and start unbuttoning my shirt. You open it up and run your finger nails over my chest. My nipples are hard little buds. You pinch them, and twist them. You pull my shirt out. And rake your nails. He quickly obliged me and knelt behind Kelly. Kelly was still dripping cum from her pussy as he began pushing the tip of his cock into her brownie slowly. I watched her face grimace some as his cock sank in, inch by inch, until it was completely inside her ass. He rocked back and forth, using her tits as handholds to sink his cock deeper and deeper. His ball sack bounced rapidly against her pussy as he thrust into her.I pulled my leather skirt up, pulled my thong aside as I moved up under.