Re-enact that night, but catch them this time.

"You made it with Tosh?" Hank asked in surprise.

"Sorry sugar," Veevee said. "It was that night he came over to help you right after a sales trip. You crashed out, and we got talking about sex and our favorite positions and, well, you know."

Tosh looked up at Hank. The young Japanese man looked embarrassed, but his erection showed no sign of wilting, and he kept his hand on Hank's cock as he knelt in front of the older man.

"Wish I'd caught you two at it," Hank said, grinning at Veevee and Tosh.

Tosh's wife Mariko laughed with a high, musical laugh.

"Maybe you should cash in a rain check, honey," Veevee said. "And catch us now." She winked.

Hank said, "I'd say it's the best apology you two could give me. That is, if it's all right with Miss Mariko. A man shouldn't get too far ahead of his wife."

Veevee raised an eyebrow, wondering if her husband was hinting about her.

"By all means, you must proceed to let Hank catch you!" Mariko told her husband. She rubbed her pregnant belly against Hank's naked flank.

"May I first honor you personally?" Tosh asked, squeezing Hank's cock again.

"Please do," Hank said. "After all that time I never knew you were checking me out."

Hank sighed with pleasure as Tosh sucked in the head of his cock.

Mariko trilled with happiness to see her husband eagerly pleasuring the tall blond American man.

"Don't you love seeing men at work?" Veevee said, smiling at Mariko.

"Yes, very much," Mariko said, returning Veevee's smile.

Hank touched Tosh's cheek. "That's really good, but let me save some for later," he said. "What a great surprise. I never suspected it when you were an intern." He helped Tosh to his feet. "Well, maybe a little when your mom and dad sent you back to Japan." He looked at Veevee. "So what did you two do after I went off to bed?"

Veevee said, "Well, it was late, and I pulled out some sheets to make him up a bed on your office couch. But Tosh wasn't sleepy yet so I got us some beers and we started talking. You know, about his family, about growing up in Japan, about how I met you, Hank..."

Hank raised his eyebrows. "That must have been a real icebreaker," he said, remembering the night he'd answered the call of the whooping naked blonde co-ed calling out for more dick after her boyfriend hadn't gone the distance.

"You do have a satisfying way about you, honey," Veevee said. "But after we talked about it for a while, and about some of Tosh's girlfriends..."

"He'd had some serious fun with more than a few college girls, and no complaints, so I was told," Hank said.

Mariko tittered at her husband's past conquests of American College Pussy. Tosh bowed his head, but his firm erection pulsed steadily.

Veevee continued, "Well, all that talk kind of got my motor running and I ran upstairs to take it on home but I couldn't wake you."

Hank smiled at Veevee, knowing where this was going.

"So I went downstairs and the light was still on so I just let myself into your office and caught Tosh pulling on his peter, and well, I asked him to help me out instead."

Hank laughed. "'A girl gets an itch'," he quoted her. "Feeling like showing me, honey?"

Veevee stepped up to the side of the couch in the front room of Walkers' cruise ship suite. Just as Hank had imagined, she bent forward, sticking out her butt, and looked back over her shoulder. "Please, Tosh, I'm so hot, and Hank is asleep," she said. "Please help me."

Hank could see her moist inner pussy lips glistening between her blonde-fuzzed outer lips. He caught a hint of her aroused scent, just as it must have been that night.

"Oh YES!" Veevee cried as the young Japanese man entered her from behind. He squeezed her buttocks, she pushed back to meet him, and they worked up to a quick, slapping rhythm, both of them moaning loudly as they fucked.

"Ahhhh, hai!" Mariko breathed, watching them. "Irete, irete, irete," she chanted quietly with her husband's thrusts.

Hank wondered if it had been like that in his office that night, Veevee presenting her naked rear and beckoning Tosh, the young intern obediently mounting his boss's wife, Veevee fucking back hard against the Japanese boy's eager thrusts in the depths of the night.

Mariko laughed softly and tilted her chin up toward Hank's ear. "Is it time to catch them with red hands, do you think?" she asked.