All the shenanigans were leaving a massive stain on the front of his trousers, but Professor Dawson wasn’t perturbed. In his well-prepared office, h... always had two full changes of clothes for situations such as a split coffee, a messy plate of spaghetti, or a horny student. Granted the first two scenarios happened a lot more often, and the last scenario was a new experience for him. Still, it was all about being prepared for any kind of situation. As she rubbed her professor’s cock. I grabbed her head and closed my mouth around hers in a passionate kiss to try to muffle her moans as she continued to lift up to almost pull off of my cock and the drive down hard again.The two men that had heard her moans were now outside the door of the stall. I could see their shadow and when one of them leaned up against the door to peek through the crack the door swung open. There we were. My wife's naked bottom bouncing up and down on my hard cock and the two men staring at us. ..Until the next time. * The next time comes just two hours later.Like the first time, it starts innocently enough. We've been sitting around in our robes since the shower, saying little, drinking coffee and exchanging significant looks from time to time - sometimes nothing more than an arched eyebrow, a quirk at one corner of the mouth. We talk about how good it felt to just let go, to drop all restraint and just go at it, and as we talk, the looks become bolder, hotter, almost feral.Some. He looked her up and down, dressed in a tight top and a skirt that barely covered a red thong that made her ass look in-fucking-credible. He raised his eyebrows. ‘Can’t argue with that. Not much space in the back, though.’ ‘I live five minutes away,’ I said, and let Claire get in the front and stepped into the back. ‘Second right.’ Claire remained shy for the first ten minutes of something that the guy confessed he wanted to be over pretty quickly. I’d snogged him, and so had Claire, but once.