Hank speaks up.

"Jim, did you leave Hank hanging?" Sally asked her husband, a hand on her hip.

Jim looked at Sally, his eyes focusing slowly on his wife's face. "Ahh," he began.

Hank spoke up, "I'll be okay," he said. "Your man'll be right back up. Unless you wanted to help?"

"Um," Jim said, coming back to himself. "Take my wife, Hank, please."

Sally laughed out loud. "Sorry boys!" she said. "I'm showing property today, can't you tell?"

Sally's usual summer attire of polo shirt and shorts was stepped-up a couple of notches. She wore a loose summer dress and low-heeled designer sandals, and had accessorized with a distinctive sun visor, a pair of fancy sunglasses with swooping earpieces, and a pair of turquoise-and-silver bracelets.

Hank laughed. "C'mon, Sal," he said. "There's always time for an O."

"It'll take too long," Sally protested. "Not that that's bad. I love taking you, Hank, but the timing's bad today. And after I come I'll just want more."

"All right," Hank said. "But flash your man your pussy, Sal, get his motor running again."

"Oh, all right," Sally said with a laugh. She shook her head and grinned, her full lips stretching into a wide smile. She shimmied her hips and worked her dress up over her waist. Underneath was a pair of cream-colored, lace-trimmed panties, a step up from Sally's usual plain cotton knit bikini briefs. She shook her hips from side to side. "This what you want?"

"I can never get enough, Sal," Jim said. "More."

Sally held her dress up with one hand and peeled down her panties with the other, revealing a sparse blonde bush and a pair of pink pussy lips. In the warm, close air of the office, Jim and Hank breathed in the scent of Sally's juices.

"Oh, honey," Jim said. His penis twitched and started filling. "That does it."

Sally laughed, turned round and bent over, showing off her naked butt.

"Ohhh," Jim sighed. "That really does it," he said.

Sally pulled up her panties and let her dress fall. "Bye boys!" she called, stepped out of Jim's office and pulled the door till it latched.

"Hey Jim, my turn to give you the reach-around," Hank said. "How do you want me?"

"Straight from behind," Jim said.

Ten minutes later, Hank had Jim bent over his desk, Jim's cock in Hank's stroking hand while Hank thrust his thick cock steadily in and out of Jim's ass. Jim groaned with each thrust. Hank felt Jim's cock swell in his hand and Jim's ass squeeze down on Hank's shaft. With a loud groan from each, the two friends capped their latest bout of anal intercourse with a satisfying mutual climax.

"Damn, that works so well," Jim said, slumped back in his chair, sitting with a towel under his butt.

Hank rested on the couch to one side of Jim's office. "It does," Hank said. "We both get off every time, when I'm on top."

Jim farted. "A few side effects, though, Mister Big," Jim said.

Hank laughed. "So don't let me pump dick up your ass before a business meeting," he said.

"I can live with that," Jim said. "And next time, I'm on top."

"I can live with that," Hank said. "Looking forward to the cruise."

"Me too, Hank, me too."