I gave up, no words could ever be able to describe him. I leaned back up, kissing him hard. He gripped my back again mashing me against his body of st...ne. I pulled back from him. "God I love you." He smiled crookedly but said nothing. I was slightly thrown off by this. He usually responded in some way but just a smile? I stared at him for a second "I love you..." I whispered.Again he smiled. "I love you too." He mouthed the words then kissed me hard. I pulled away from him and looked down at. He left me alone for the next few weeks as we only talked about work. A few days later we were working together at my desk. I felt Brian’s hand begin to slide up my leg. I quickly grabbed his hand and told him we couldn’t do this anymore. It was in the middle of the afternoon and their were other employees coming and going from my office. He continued to slide his hand up underneath my skirt until he reached my panties. As I tried to pull his hand away I felt his finger rub against my clit. My. They were in love. He slowly moved his hand away and blew Debs a kiss.‘I’m going to dance, you coming?’ asked Debs. ‘Not yet..more stimulation required’ replied her husband smiling and giving her a wink. Debs knew what he meant too, he was never one to dance first thing but a few drinks inside him and he was a dance diva.Debs approached the dance floor and started to move. It wasn’t recognisable music, it must have been a local artist, but it had a good rhythm and Debs started to get in. . Please, I can’t take anymore.”Dave seemed to ignore my wife’s pleas. What began as her gentle whimpering was quickly turning into my wife’s desperate plea to STOP. I then remembered the safe word… that safe word that I failed to share with my wife. The more she said ‘NO’, the more Dave finger-fucked her asshole.Dave got up and reached back into his bag, produced some lube and liberally basted my wife’s pretty ass, as well as his thick cock.“No, Dave, NO!” my wife persisted. “Honey?’ She now.