She swallowed it, made me come in her hand, and spurt over her face and body, and soon she could take the entire length of my cock down her throat. Sh... begged me to fuck her bottom: even with a generous application of Vaseline, she was very tight, but she made me continue, and then I fucked her hard, reaching under her to manipulate her clitoris and fondle her hanging breasts, until she orgasmed and I spurted wildly up her back passage.Sometimes I made love to her gently, sometimes I held her. “They let me off early. Low call volume. Hold me?”I held my arms out and took her into them and pulled her onto my lap. She fell asleep, then I leaned my head on hers and followed her right there in my office chair.That was how Jessica found us. Me holding her mother, dried tear stains running down her cheeks. She left us there until she had her books in the kitchen, changed clothes, and stuck a lasagna in the oven.I heard the knock. A light tapping, just to get our attention. “Shit, I wish it. Bob just shrugged and told him, "That's what I want to talk about." OK. We can eat and then talk." After a pause Stan added, "If this is going to be confidential perhaps we should order 'Take Out'."My office is right around the corner." Yeah," answered Bob, "I think that's an even better idea. I have a few serious subjects and privacy might be better. I think your conference room would be a great place."Stan agreed it sounded like his office would be better. When they ordered the pizza and. And I'm sitting there naked with this huge boner & my wife's all, "Well, that was fun ... Oh ... you want I should finish you off?"I was kinda pissed suddenly. Here my wife had faked this whole sext correspondence, never once letting on to the fact that it was she who was communicating with her BFF & not me. I'd been used as a prop. Got me all hot & bothered & hard, showing me all the texts as they came in & all the randy replies she was making, all the naked images her friend was sending, etc..