After saying goodbye, I dialed again.“Hello, is Bill there?”I claimed to be an acquaintance and mentioned Heather’s name, and like a secret code...word, this immediately gained me access to Bill’s number in California.I gave Lara a hopeful smile and then dialed the 415 area code.“Hello?”The voice was vaguely familiar. Another jolt of nerves shot through me before I spoke. Lara squeezed my arm.“Hey Bill, this is Matt. You probably don’t remember me, but I’m the—”“Oh, hey man! What’s up?”I did a. When she returned to the tip, she paused for a moment, followed by quickly taking his head into her mouth. She held it there a moment, swirling her tongue around it. Then she let the cock fall from her mouth. After about a half minute, Frank felt this ritual repeated. As she took his cock head into her mouth again, he pushed up with his hips trying to force more of his cock into her mouth, but she anticipated this and moved back. As a result, she let his cock fall again. This time, Frank waited. The fact that our sex life had begun to bore both of us was no excuse to play around. And even if I hadn't felt the guilt, which I did, there was the fear of getting caught. I knew from the experience of a couple of friends that an affair rarely stays secret forever. Yet none of these considerations kept me from replaying the encounter in my head. Every time I did I'd start to get a hardon, so I spent most of the afternoon hiding behind my desk in my office. I even skipped the afternoon trip. Compton noted in amusement. Ironically, the slap had actually calmed me down and concentrated my focus. I was now intensely aware of the tempo of Mr. Damon's cock as he stroked himself deeper and deeper inside me and the tactile sense of Mr. Compton's slippery sex pulsing in and out of my wet mouth. And more and more I was conscious of a growing warmth spreading from my vagina up through my belly and figuratively engulfing me in ecstasy. I was on the verge of climax, but I knew this would.