Morgan's late night

"Hey baby. I got called into the office and have to work overtime tonight." Morgan texted before setting her phone on the edge of her desk as she knelt before between Jack's legs. "There. That should be enough."

"I can't believe he hasn't suspected anything." Jack marveled. "Like... ...fuck... ...whatever..."

Jack lost his train of thought as Morgan's mouth closed over his throbbing length, moaning as it slide across her tongue. Her tongue lashed wildly against the underside of his large swollen crown. Saliva drizzled down his cock and onto her knuckles as she stroked her husband's friend's cock with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Morgan cried out as Jack pumped his dick into her wanton folds.

"Yeah, fuck you're a good slut." Jack approved as he felt her body spasming on his plunging rod. "Cum for me, slut. Cum on cock!" He growled as he leaned her over her desk.

Morgan braced herself against the cold surface as Jack held her bound and pumping his cock in and out of her. The lewd wet squelching, flesh smacking filled her office. A part of her feared someone might hear despite the late hour. She knew some associates were still lingering about the office and in spite of her fear she found it thrilling and came as Jack had commanded her to.

"FUCK! Ugh! Oh yes, Jack! Fuck yes! You feel so good!" Morgan revealed as she soaked her floor with a gushing orgasm.

"You know what it is right?" Jack asked, panting as he claimed his friend's wife.

Wordlessly Morgan would free herself of his cock, turn to face Jack before pushing him down onto a chair. Morgan knelt again between his thighs, stroking his cock she quickly took him into her mouth so he could plaster her tongue and throat with another heavy creamy load.

"Hey honey, I'm home!" Morgan announced as she tossed her keys onto the counter in the kitchen."In here!" Nelson called out from the living room.

Morgan made her way to her husband and joined him on the couch with heavy sigh. She smiled over at him and leaned against his shoulder.

"Why hello there, you feeling okay?" Nelson asked.

"Long day, baby." Morgan lied.

"You look flushed. You might want to go shower and get comfortable. I can heat you up some leftovers." He offered.

"That would be great." Morgan smiled up at her husband before forcing herself to rise. "Okay. I'll shower."

"Oh hey, don't forget we got my company Christmas party this weekend." Nelson reminded her.

"What?" Morgan whined as she paused halfway up the stairs."No..." She pouted.

"C'mon! I need you there." Nelson pleaded.

"I know, I know." She waved it off. "When does it start?" She asked.

"Around eight." Nelson confirmed.

"Okay." Morgan nodded as she continued up the stairs.

Nelson ventured into the kitchen to make good on his promise of reheated leftovers for Morgan, who as at this moment texting Jack as she got her shower ready.

"So no go Saturday. Going to a party." Morgan had sent.

"Okay. Have fun." Jack returned.

Morgan's shower was good and relaxing. She made sure to take an extra long one to soothe her aching muscles. Jack was good at putting her through the ringer whenever they got together, but she was starting to get used to it.

"I can't believe I let myself this out of shape." She admonished herself as she into some sweat pants and tank top, wrapping her hair in a towel before joining her husband in the living room.

"Better?" Nelson asked as he watched his wife saunter into the room. "You certainly look better." His eyes lingering on her swaying hips.

"Yes and thank you, love." She smiled and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Your food is in the microwave." Nelson shared.

"Thanks." Morgan said simply.

Morgan picked at her meal and eventually snuggled up to her husband after she finished. Nelson slipped his arm around her and settled himself into the couch as his wife nestled into his side. They spent a quiet night in front of the tv before going to bed.