I was certainly curious about it as I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom. The closer I got to the room, the louder the noise got then I cou...d pick out my wife's voice above the rest of the noise. Just a few steps away from the door, it finally hit me. The sounds I was hearing were the sounds of sex. Two people going at it hard and heavy on a bed. At first I thought my wife was being attacked until I clearly heard her yell, "Fuck me, Oh God Yes" over and over.The door to the bedroom. Her tongue probed the underside and lashed at the smooth hardness, her breath sounding like a stiff wind roaring through her nostrils. The intercom on her desk buzzed, startling them both. The voice came through the speaker. “They’re waiting for you on thirty-two,” it said. She released him, inhaled and replied. “On my way.” Giving a last, loving lick and a kiss to the rubbery head of his cock, she struggled to her feet. “I told you,” she said, with a touch of victory in her voice. She began to. Dan was always lucky, except for when it came to women.Dan had only had a few on and off girlfriends, a few drunken one-night stands and a yearly visit to a brothel in Nevada, with money he won gambling in Vegas. Lucky Dan.Now Dan is 33, the economy and markets are vary volatile. There had been rumors going around, about the mill being in financial trouble and possibly shutting down.Just last year Dan had been promoted to a supervisory job, less work and more money. Lucky Dan.Then the email. “Now……….!” He smiled as he shifted on the bed. “Your bra!”It fell to the floor silently.He stood and breathed softly while taking in the sight he had dreamt of for so many years. He walked towards her, repeating the word beautiful over and over again. With his hands out in front of him he took her huge breasts in his hands and hefting them as if to see if one weighed more than the other.“Fuck!” He said!With her pussy oozing juice like a leaky tap, Carol tried desperately to keep her mind.