More time to be in nice company. We preferred to meet outside, across the street from the coffee shop, on our bench, but when the weather was bad, we ...ad our table inside. For all of twenty minutes per day, five days per week, excluding holidays and vacations and the occasional business travel, while we sipped our coffees, we were a couple. On days when the other mysteriously did not show up, we worried until we got a call at our desk or saw each other the next day. A few months ago, she. His balls tightened. He started to breathe quicker. I reached up and worked my hand and mouth up and down his entire length. His hands tightened in my hair as he started to move his hips to fuck my face. He told me he was getting close. I whimpered around his cock as I moved my hand away and let him press into my throat. I gagged hard and pulled away and started to jerk him off.“That’s it, baby,” he gasped. “Are you ready for my cum? Do you want to be my dirty cum slut?”I nodded and kept moving. Karan’s bulge was not tearing his pajama’s and was growing. He gently took my wife’s hand and placed it over his cock while he was fingering her. My hot wife did not do anything.. her hand was just frozen over his cock.. she was not moving it… but to my shock after a min.. she started stroking his cock. Wow what a scene it was.. I have framed it in my mind… Karan kept on fingering her inside the panty and she was stroking him… After sometime.. Karan asked her if she wanted him to take his cock. So deep I take him and let him shoot it right down my throat! He backs out a little and I got the last spurt on my tongue just enough to savor. So I look up at him and he seems giggly for some reason. I’m wondering why, then we hear the door slam up stairs and we scramble to get composed and he goes to see who it is. Its his wife and while he is talking to her I start to look around and I see a drop cloth in a strange place on his work bench. And then I looked closer and there was a lens.