But still his sticky cum leaked from my body, reminding me of that amazing, incredible orgasm. I stood under the shower letting the hot water wash awa... my anger as well as the remnants of what he had done to me. I soaped my body, washed my breasts. My nipples were still sensitive. A little rubbing with the soapy washrag and they began to get erect and hard again. Despite what had happened, I found myself daydreaming of Kevin’s huge cock. It had filled me like I’d never experienced before. Every. I had to taste her. I pulled my fingers out, hearing her groan in frustration at the sudden emptiness. I bent down and pressed the tip of my tongue, tentatively, to the tip of her clit. I licked up and down, from there to the opening of her slit. She tasted like I thought she would all along - musky, spicy, sweet, delicious. I couldn't remember why I had ever hesitated. I kept licking, inserting two fingers again. Her writhing intensified; it was almost hard to hold on, but I did. Finally, she. She was the technical writer. I approached the table and they all stopped talking and looked at me. It occurred to me that I had no idea what I was going to say. So I just winged it. ‘Janet just told me your news,’ I said looking at Lynn. ‘I’m sorry, it must be hard for you.’ ‘Thanks Steve,’ she answered. ‘It is, but its for the best. I’ll get through it.’ ‘I’m sure you will, but it must be lonely.’ ‘Thanks, it is.’ She took the bait. I was ecstatic. ‘Well a few of us are going out to dinner. I don't see anyone but hear noises coming from the bedroom. Our bedroom is at the end of a hallway and the bed is right in front of the door. I look down the hallway and see my wife with her legs in the air and a black ass pumping in between them. I get an instant hard-on wihich I haven't had in months. I quietly go down the hallway into the guest bathroom where I can look around the door and hopefully not have them notice me. I hear my wife moaning how good his big cock feels in her and him.