Jane asks what you're doing at home.

"Sure," you say. "What do you need to know?" You try to hand-sign to your wife to cool it, but she goes right on licking your shaft, with a double sideways lick on the edge of your cock head. You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

"We-ell," Jane says, "There are a couple of items for your urgent signature, but what I wanted to talk about sounds like it's related to what you're working on right now. It's a transcript of a, let's say, oral report, like those nights I worked on dictation with you."

True enough, you and Jane had capped off overtime work with a little illicit celebration more than once. It was fine with your wife as long as you told her everything. Especially the details. "Maybe you could fill me in on what you're working on." Guess Jane felt the same way.

Your wife cradles your shaft in her long, soft fingers and sucks in your balls with a wet slurping sound. "Uh! Sure, Jane, my wife is helping me..." You have to stop and breathe.

Your wife pauses when you say Jane's name. Her eyebrows curve up, and she slides her lips off your balls. "Jane?" she says. "Asking about me?" She gives you a big grin and speaks loudly. "Tell her EVERYTHING. Don't you move," she says, and jumps up off the bed. She rummages in the supplies you keep on the dressing table.

"Yes?" Jane says.

"Yes, with an oral report, just like those overtime nights," you say.

Your wife gets back down between your knees. "Spread them a little more," she says.

"Hang on a second," Jane says. You hear her heels click across the floor, and the snick of a lock. Her heels click back. You hear the whisper of fabric and the squeak of the chair. The phone crackles and pops. "On my headset now," she says. "How is she helping you?"

"Mmmm. Earlier she was showing me how she could take the subject in, in depth. Then how she could, um, handle the point and length while, ahhh, taking in the base and the dependent item on each side. Ooohh." You shiver as your wife swabs an unscented baby wipe around your asshole.

"And now?" Jane asked. Her voice was lower and slower, and you can hear her deep breaths.

"A clean wipe-up of any residuals before she takes a second look at the back office accounts." Your voice quavers slightly with the chilly, tickly feeling. You hear a faint rhythmic squeaking over the phone. Your wife pats you dry and sucks in your balls again. "Mmm!"

"It sounds like your wife is...very thorough. Especially with financials, you want someone... almost anal working on them." You hear a creak from the chair and a click from Jane's shoes.

"More than almost. Comfortable there?" You say.

"Yes, just putting my foot up," Jane says.

Your wife bounces your balls on her tongue, then slides them out. She tosses her head and says, "I can tell Jane's talking about me. Put her on speaker!"

"Okay if I put you on speaker, Jane? My wife wanted to hear if you had any comments on the report. She was happy when I told you how you helped me out after hours." Your wife drips some lubricant on your shaft and starts milking you one hand over hand. "Aaah. She's good at handling the length. Nice. Smooth." She curves her tongue back and forth down your balls to the sensitive ridge under your balls. "Ahh. Yeah. She's going down the root of the subject with the tip of her highlighter. Ohh!"

"Please put me on," she says. You turn on the phone speaker. "Hi there!" Jane continues. "Yes, your wife and I talked briefly at the office Christmas party and she thanked me for my oral report techniques you passed along to her." The faint, rhythmic squeaking of her chair comes from the speaker now.

"Darling," your wife says. "Lie back and hold still a second." She turns around and straddles your chest, facing your cock, then bends down to continue her work. Her damp pussy presses into your breastbone. She kisses you, loud and wet on the inside of each thigh. You gasp and flinch as the sharp kisses flash across your skin.

"Is everything all right?" asks Jane. The faint squeak, squeak, squeak on the speaker seems to be faster.

"Just fine!" you say. "Great! She's just turned to approach the subject from above, rather than below. Little check on each side first." Your wife grips your shaft and tongues your cock head, slurping up a drop of pre-come. "Oooooh! Taking it in from the top." You ogle the sexy half domes of your wife's buttocks. Her damp, swollen inner cunt lips peek out from the plump curves of her fleecy outer lips, and her cleft runs up past her sensitive little asshole.

You can hear the smile in Jane's voice. "From that angle, can you help her out, too?" You hear a little sound like slow wet kissing matching the quiet, rhythmic chair squeak.

"Mmmm-hmmm," your wife hums loudly into your cock. You quiver. She pops you out of her mouth. "Wet fingers!" she says, and starts sucking your balls again. "Mmmmmm-hmhm!"

"Yes, I think she needs a hand," you say. You move the pump bottle of lube closer. But first, you attack a special sensitive spot. Slapping a hand under each buttock, you grip and squeeze the top of each thigh.

"Ohhhhmmmmmm!!" your wife moans. She opens her mouth, gasps and says. "Fuck yes, I love it when you grab me like that!" She grinds her mound into your chest, moving her buttocks in a sexy-looking thrust. "I'm gonna get you now!" she says. She slides a little lower, pressing her breasts onto the tip of your erect, slippery cock.

"Mmmmm!" Jane says. "Ahhh. I can tell this is a very personal report." The little wet kissing sound is faster now.

"Yes, very," you say. "Earlier my wife wanted to know, which hand do you use? Are you using now?" You pump some lube into your hands.

"Ahhhh. Left hand on the dot. Two fingers and thumb. Right down the cleft. Three fingers on the lips. Let me put my headset down there for a second." The phone crackles and thumps, and now the wet, squishy kissing sound fills the room. More faintly, you hear Jane moaning. Her damp cunt sounds pause for a second. Perhaps she's dipping her fingers down into her juices. Her wet kiss-kiss-kiss starts again.

"Say auld lang syne, baby!" your wife teases. She leans down and spreads your buttocks, then circles her wet tongue tip round your asshole.

"Ah God!" you say. "Oh God!" You flinch and almost shake her off as the sharp tickle makes your insides jump. Your cock twitches and oozes fluid.

The speaker crackles as Jane puts on the headset again. "What?" says Jane.

"She's got her tongue on my ass. Like once New Year's Eve. It's too much," you say. "Ohhh. Oh ah, sweetheart. She's squeezing my cock root. She's rubbing her mound on my chest." You feel your cock throb with your pulse.

"Baby," your wife croons, "sweetheart, c'mon, my cunt's lonely. Help me out here."

"While I've still got you," Jane says quickly, "Work. I can bring those forms to sign. I can drop by in an hour. Stay for a bit if you have questions. Want me? Or are you coming in?" Her deep, fast breaths hiss in the speaker. "Then you should help your wife out."