Screw the consequences.

I know exactly what Kacey wants, she can't walk in here half naked in an outfit that would give any teenybopper jailbait porn starlet a run for her money, and not expect me to figure it out. Part of me wants to flee, run away, but part of me wants to dive in head first, take this girl and fuck her silly on my desk.

I silently apologize to my wife, stepping up to Kacey, my hands going her waist, my fingers slipping below her waist band. "On the table," I tell her, my voice hoarse, "You want me to fuck you, I'll fuck you Kacey."

I help her up onto the table, sitting her up, before going to remove her shirt, what little of it there was. Kacey wasn't fooling around, and she helped me removed her shirt, exposing her breasts to my gaze. "You're every perverted man's wet dream baby girl, and I'm the lucky one who get's a taste." I grin, "I know exactly what you want Kacey, but I don't have a condom so your safety is on you." I kiss her, one hand slipping down the front of her shorts, a finger going to her slit.