I suppose I'd better tell you something about Grace, or Gracie as she was often called. Of indeterminate age, probably her late forties or early fifti...s, she was still a fine looking woman. I have no idea why her marriage had broken up just before she became my secretary; rumour has it that her husband had a cute little assistant. But anyway after working for me for a year or so, Grace had made some very drastic changes to her own lifestyle and appearance. She had taken to going to the gym. While teasing me with his tongue he proceeded to say that he wouldn’t let me cum unless I say that I’m his and he can do whatever he wants with me.“I’m yours Jim, I’m all yours”“Good girl” he says as he continues to lick me out.My phone starts to ring and it’s my BF calling. I was in such a sexual trance I completely forgot about him.I answer the phone moaning while Jim continued to lick me out. My BF asked me where I was, and I told him I was with Jim from work and he was about to make me. I looked at my husband and he was sitting in a chair, rubbing his bulge, his eyes lustfully fixed on us. I realised that both our fantasies were about to come to life. As Ray and I kissed, my hand stroked his half-erect cock until it was real hard and what a handful it was! For such a slim man his cock was out of proportion, very thick and long, prominently veined, and with a bulbous head. He sat back on a chair and, pushing down on my shoulders, he made me kneel between his legs. I knew what. I knelled down in front of him and looked up at him. He was smiling and told me its ok to be nervous and to take as long as I needed to get comfortable. I slowly reached up and gently touched it with my hand and wrapped my finger around it. It was heavier than I was expecting it to be and I slowly moved my face in closer to it. I could feel his blood pumping and I closed my eyes and moved my lips to his head. The tip of his cock gently passed between my lips hs flaccid cock entered my mouth. It.