As I was fixing my dress, I saw hubby’s hand working s*s’ clit over as she pulled up her panties. His hand was in them working her joy button as ...he took a deep breath and ejaculated, ‘Yes, yes, yessssss...’ as she came again with hubby holding her by her waist. After that, he helped her on with her dress. Hubby’s cock was still exposed for us to gaze upon. It was still swollen but only about a quarter erect. ‘Geez,’ exclaimed Anna, ‘if there was another woman here she could probably still. The thought that I was going to get my own shot at the kind of thing that turned me on the most was so exciting. But the more I thought about it, the more I told myself I was being stupid, and that it would never happen. My thinking was interrupted by the sound of my phone receiving another text. “Well, I should be privileged enough to see them big tits, I was the first to see and touch your pussy, I should get to see them too! ;)” reading this I began to smile, he really was flirting with me,. I sat down in my high back leather desk chair and swiveled around, my feet stretched out and my ankles crossed. There was no way to hide the obvious tent that had formed in my pants. Rebecca looked in my direction. I could see her eyes quickly survey me. “Are we comfortable?” she asked. “Yes, I am,” I replied. Rebecca looked back out the window. “That view is amazing,” she remarked, “You can actually see people in the tower next door, still at work.” “Yeah,” I responded, “You wonder if they. I had no interest in anything. Every time I looked at my skates or my g-string, I got an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.I was useless at work and it really showed up in the quality of my output. My boss called me into his office, reprimanding me for my less than stellar performance. I told him I had some personal problems, and he told me that that was unfortunate, but that I had a job to do, and if I couldn't or wouldn't do it, then he would have no option but to let me go. Then he.