You giggle and grab a handful of my hair. I lick and twist and suck harder. Your moaning gets louder. My cunt is dripping. Finally I bite down just a ...ad too hard on your nipple and you gasp, yanking my face upwards by my hair. I wince but you seem to get off on it. I can smell your cunt, it's strong but sweet.The candles are burning low. You swing your legs into the bathtub and leave my kneeling there outside it. With a backwards glance you toss a bar of soap at me. I snort and roll my eyes. I. I didn't ask a single question the whole ride. I was too busy answering all of hers and I did so happily. I was just glad to be close to her and for her to be giving me any attention at all.At dinner I actually managed to become involved in the conversation and somehow got some food into my mouth. My attention was almost completely on her though. You know, that girl with the funny name. I started grilling her about herself. Her full name, where she was born and raised, her job, her past, did. He said he sure like seeing it on his. pretty soon she came up off his dick and told me she couldn't help it she needed to feel that big thing inside her. I handed him the lube and he started greasing up his big hard black dick and she lay back and spread her legs and offered her pussy to him. I told him to go ahead and fuck my wife to give her a birthday present she would never forget. He said gladly as he climbed between my wife's open white thighs. I told her to guide it in for him, that I. "No, that was my mistake... I... I wasn't giving you much room," she said. That's when I saw it. The look. That look a woman gets when she wants you to do something - to make a move. She is too shy and scared to do it, but she is sitting there waiting and hoping you are reading her signals and will step up. I knew it was a risky move. If I was reading it wrong I could get in big trouble. I could get fired from the company and maybe even get arrested. But I was pretty sure I wasn't misreading.