Jordan finishes with Veevee over his desk

Jordan squeezed his eyes closed and dug his fingertips into Hank's scalp. "Oh." Jordan's cock swelled in Hank's mouth.

Veevee laughed. "You gonna get it, boss?" she asked. "You gonna lose it for my man?" She grinned at her former boss and weekly sex date. She started to reach for her camera. Hank would love to have a picture of Jordan's first man-on-man orgasm face.

"Stop. Ah," Jordan said. He pulled his cock out of Hank's mouth. "Damn that was good. Ready, Vee?"

Veevee bent back down over Jordan's desk and wiggled her butt. "Gimme."

Jordan slid his cock back into Veevee from behind. "Aw Vee, fuck!" he said. "So good!"

"Give it to me, lover!" Veevee called out. "Harder!"

"Fuck, Vee, ahh!" Jordan cried out. His face tightened. Veevee's buttocks rippled with his thrusts.

"Yes, yes!" Veevee called. "Harder!"

"AHHH!" Jordan's hips thrust forward, slamming his belly into her butt with a loud smack! smack! smack! as he came.

Hank watched the two of them together, a big smile on his face. The night he'd met Veevee, she was halfway through a gangbang, wet with sweat and seed and calling out for more. He'd joined her train, and somehow at the end of the night they'd gone home together. Every time he watched his wife take another man was a happy reminder of that time.

Jordan held in place, trembling as his last spurts joined the second load he'd left in his former secretary's cunt. He kneaded Veevee's soft pink buttocks with his brown hands. "Oh Vee, so good."

"You got any more for me, lover?" Veevee asked.

"I'm shot, I'm done," Jordan said. "Two fucks and an ass-licking cum not enough for you?" He eased back, a white lace of his seed connecting his deep purple-brown cock head with her pink lips.

Veevee laughed and shook her tail again.

"Hank, man, your wife needs you," Jordan said. "I left her pretty juicy though."

"I don't mind at all," Hank said. "You've been helping keep Veevee happy for years now. You're on our team." He stood up and moved behind Veevee, letting Jordan reclaim his office chair.

"Damn, how do you keep up with that woman?" Jordan said.

Veevee laughed.

"I don't even try, Jordan," Hank said. "I don't even try." He eased forward, his cock head squishing through Veevee's thickly creamed pussy lips.

"Oh, honey," Veevee said.

After ten minutes of straight strokes from behind, with Jordan cheering them on, Veevee begged for Hank to finish her.

"Oh, honey, I'm ready, please press my come button."

Hank slid his thumb between Veevee's buttocks and rubbed his thumb fast and hard over the little folds of Veevee's anus. Veevee's shoulders tensed. Her blonde head strained upward and she screamed out her climax. Hank let himself go, holding his thumb on her ass as he pounded her till his own release.

Hank and Veevee blotted, wiped, and dressed, said their goodbyes to Jordan and called a cab to take them home.

The cab driver had to wake them when they arrived.