My tears started up again as these thoughts surged through my brain, like the destructive and panic inducing flood waters of a Tsunami. And as these t...oughts and tears returned, my mind’s eye replayed the sights and sounds of when Claire had told Jason how much she loved his body, masculinity, and big cock, and told him that his love-making was better than mine. I cried like a baby, grateful that there was no one to hear or see me.As I went into the house to refill my glass, I couldn’t help but. ”She confessed. But then she started lecturing about her loyalty in marriage and things like that. Her erotic moves did not stop. One day, she came in a sari. Only trousers and shirts were allowed in office, so I summoned her. Just look at her audaciousness, she said – “I will wear what I like, do what you want to” and gave me an erotic smile and left. Perhaps, she had understood that I was a professional and will not make the first move with a subordinate, so she did. It was like the final. I pull up into the driveway and we kiss again. I go around and open the car door for you and help you out of the car. I lead you to the front of my car as we start kissing again. I lift you dress over your wast. We can see the neighbors lights on across the street and next door. But you don't stop me. Your wearing a thong and no bra. I start making love to your breasts while squeezing your ass. It is getting really hot and steamy but you keep looking over your shoulder to see if anyone can see. We stroked our dicks and compared a bit, talking about girls we knew and the irish girls, but were interrupted by a call from the rest our the group for us to join them at the pool.bizarrely as we finished up we didn't spunk but I think on my suggestion we both moisturised our semi hard cocks in the bathroom with one of the hotel lotions - something I don't think I have done before or since that trip - I remember it being great fun then really weird to go into the pool not long after.I was.