Besides, the exchange had reminded me of something I wanted to talk to Carl about, too. "Hi, are you busy?" Hey, hi," he greeted me. He was naked, too... and his cock rose to greet me, and he got that look in his eyes that made me go all warm and runny. I scolded myself for ever doubting him. "Just doing some extra credit stuff for math is all. What brings you over? You could have called." Not for this I couldn't," I argued, plunking myself down in his lap, careful to let his cock slip up between. Then I asked her if she sucked his cock and she hesitated, a clear sign that she had. I asked again and still no answer. I told her I tasted cum on her breath and she whispered ‘yes’. My fingers were deep into her and she was really getting into it. I spun her around, bent her over the island bar and lifted the back of her sundress. I plunged into her extremely hot pussy and began to pound her. I was not making love to my wife, I was fucking her like a slut. As I fucked her, I asked her what. “Don’t blush! You know I tell the truth.” I blushed even more. “Never mind! So I love my husband and we still have sex at least three times a day. Can you believe that? “Sure.” “But he is a businessman and travels a lot. I feel so lonely when he isn’t here. Could you imagine how much I miss him? Have you ever missed someone?” “Yes. Does he know you have been in an accident?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “No. I did not want to bother him.” “I understand.” She sniffed. I. I think she was getting wise to it; it was an almost-every-morning event. I didn't care.In the break room, we'd make small talk. Say our 'Hello' or 'Good morning' and usually move on with our days. Sometimes we'd share little pieces of our lives. I often didn't see her the rest of the day. We were usually the first two into the office. She was recently divorced, and got her youngest child onto the school bus. Getting in early also let her go home early and in time for the return of the bus. I.