Right here.

"Naomi...um...only...if you're sure..." Philip stammers, looking totally lost.

"I'm sure," she responds firmly, looking at you and taking your hand. "I'll fuck your boss to save your job. Let's go to the bedroom Mr. Chandler."

"No need Naomi," you growl, pulling her against you. "The table worked for my wife and your husband, it can work for us." Laurel has covered her mouth and you can see her eyes glittering with merriment as she shakes slightly with suppressed laughter.

"Oh!" Naomi squeaks with surprise as you fondle her, glancing again at Laurel and Philip. "But...they're right here..."

"Yes they are, and I want them to stay. Your husband should see the price he's paying for my wife's pussy."

"Oh!" she squeaks again, as you pull her close, one hand squeezing her rump while the other fondles a fat tit. You grin savagely, seeing the look of dismay on Philips face, and the excited flush on your wife's skin. Still bent over the table, she wriggles slightly, raising her rump. You grin and turn Naomi, pulling her ass against you as you grab two handfuls of tit and push her down over the table.

"Oh God...." she gasps, looking back over her shoulder as you pull her skirt up over her ass, and strip her panties off. You unzip and pull out your stiff cock, giving her a slap on the rump as you grin at Philip, who looks stricken with guilt.

"That's a fine piece of ass Naomi!" you chuckle as you step closer, pushing her feet wider to spread her legs. "And look how wet you are! What a good little wife to help your husband out of a tough spot."

"Oh God...." she whimpers, starting wriggle her ass as she offers herself to you, her folds glistening with arousal. "Please...please...Mr. Chandler..."

"Naomi...." Philip moans in dismay, "You...you don't have to....to do it..."

"She wants to Philip," you sneer. "She wants to be fucked. She's in heat, aren't you Naomi!"

"Oh God...just stick it in me! Please...Mr. Chandler...please!"

"Ask properly Naomi," you chuckle. "Ask like a good little slut."

"Uhhhhhh….oh fuck...please...Daddy...please...please fuck me....please Daddy..."

You see Laurel grin widely at the word 'Daddy' and Philip's eyes widen in shock. You smile coldly and hold Naomi's hips as you tease her with the tip of your shaft, making her whine desperately and wriggle her ass at you.

"Ohhhhh please...don't tease...please Daddy...please fuck me...fuck me like a slut...please Daddy..."

The young wife arches her back and raises her rump as you fill her greedy cunt with one long slow thrust, her mouth open as she groans ecstatically. You start fucking her with long steady strokes, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back as you use her.

"Thank...thank you Daddy...fuck me...fuck my little pussy Daddy...fuck your little slut Daddy...oh God Daddy I love your cock..."

You see that Laurel has slipped a hand between her thighs, no doubt fingering her own wet folds. Still bent over the table across from Naomi, the two women are only inches apart. Your wife reaches out and grabs one of Naomi's hands, squeezing it as she watches you fuck her. Philip is standing as though stricken, unsure of what to do, his eyes wide and wounded with the shock of hearing his wife's eagerness.