She'd likely be home soon, and then what?I heard the garage door opener engage. She was home. I remained seated on the divan in front of the TV. It wa...n't on. But I was on; well, I was high. She came in and looked at me. She turned and went upstairs. I guess she didn't have anything to say—hell—I knew that that wasn't true; she'd be sayin' somethin'. I was right in the second place.Less than five minutes after going upstairs, she came back down and stood in front of me: between me and the. She began to caress her nipples and explore her wetness as her thoughts wandered back to the previous evening. The way his lips felt, the softness of his touch, the way he smacked her ass while taking her from behind. Just as she was about enjoy the bliss of another orgasm, the phone rang and brought her back to reality. It was her mother reminding her to get up, get herself together, and meet her at the church by 11:30 am. As much as DJ wanted to linger in the bed, she knew she had to get. I knew his wife, a frumpy shrew who held him in thrall simply by the financial cost of divorce. I knew he would be easy to manage if he even thought he had a chance to get his hands on my body.The compensation package was roughed out and was substantial. I would have to work long hours and travel a great deal, but this was a huge opportunity and I accepted it. The CEO asked if I wanted to discuss it my my husband and I managed not to show any resentment, saying “I'm not married or currently. Son her mind was a fog of lusty arousal as she surrendered to the sensations I was giving her, my probing fingers, my hot breath on her thigh, my moist lips and wet tongue sliding completely over her hot body and preferably on her ass cheeks. She just gave in to it, sought the pleasure in every touch. When I raised a hand to part her asscheeks she instinctively raised them to help me with it, and I spread her cheeks as my tongue trailed from the base of her clit and pussy lips and down.