Try getting a peek

Morgan's curiosity was too much to ignore. She needed to know who was getting fucked so passionately and starts masturbating as she tries to peer in on the other two. It was a given at this point that she must know and more importantly it was turning her on.

"Oh! Oh-fuck! Yes!" Came a growling feminine voice.

Morgan couldn't take it, she needed to know what was happening. With careful fingers she placed a delicate hold on the door knob giving it a slow twist, praying her sweaty palms would maintain their grip and that the door itself wouldn't click too loudly. Foolishly, or perhaps on purpose given the somewhat loud volume of moans emanating from the room, the door was unlocked and was quietly manipulated into opening just a crack, still Morgan could see little.

"Get your fucking tongue in there! God damn. Ugh... ...yes..." The woman moaned. "It's a wonder your wife hasn't left you!" She laughed.

Morgan cast a quick glance up and down the hallway before pressing her finger tips lightly on the door to open it a little more, while the fingers on her other hand found something else to press upon.

"Mm... ... there you... ..Mash that fucking face into my pussy!" She demanded again, taking hold of his head as she pressed her hips forward to grind her bushy mound against his face. "Oh-fuck..." She almost sang as her clit pressed against his nose, his tongue lunged out unabashedly writhing within in her. "There you go! now you're getting it!" She praised as her hips ground forcefully against his pinned face.

Morgan's breath caught in her throat as she heard the woman's commanding tone and felt her body respond. Or was it the fingers or that she was in an empty hallway where anyone could see her. It mattered little, all Morgan cared about was finishing this, still a nervous glance down the hall kept her in the clear.

Looking back, Morgan found the two lovers had moved from the desk and now she was able to get a better look at the subordinate who, if she were to judge by the moans of the woman, was doing a fair job at pleasing her.

"Fuck... ...give me that dick!" She demanded as she bounced atop Nelson's lap.

Morgan's jaw went slack as she watched her husband attempting to capture the bossy woman's massive breast with his open mouth, recalling how he behaved with her in bed. Fury welled up and burned her cheeks red as she watched this other woman fuck her husband. The same man who was beneath her desk and who was now happily giving this woman just what she wanted.

"Ugh! Ugh! Fuck! Yes!" She called out, the pair unaware they were being spied upon.

"Mmhm... ...fuck...." Nelson breathed as she bounced on his cock.

"Shut up! If I wanted, ugh-to, hear... ...anything from your, ugh, ugh, fuck-mouth, I'd sit on your face again..."

"Sorry, boss..." Nelson whispered.

"Better be. Now get up and fuck me right." She demanded before dismounting his lap and bending over her desk.

Nelson was cheating on her. Morgan couldn't believe it. In and out again and again she watched as Nelson pounded his boss with his cock. Still, Morgan's fingers were busy even as her rage threatened to boil over, but that was eventually doused by her growing arousal. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers plunged into her dripping folds, subconsciously matching Nelson's pace as he fucked his boss atop her desk.

"That's it, give me that dick! Ugh! Harder! Ugh! God! Your wife has to be miserable." She moaned as Nelson thrust harder. "I said harder!"

"Sorry, Lauren, but... ...I can only do so much." Nelson apologized as his body, spirit-willing, failed him. "Shit!"

"Really?" Lauren cursed, turning back to shove Nelson back before his cock erupted inside her. "Then finish on your own time." She huffed.

Morgan's eyes went wide as she watched Nelson controlled so easily, covering her mouth with her free hand to silence her gasp.

"Ugh... ...no... ...uh, okay." Nelson assented.

"How long did you say you were married for?" Lauren asked as she turned to face him.

"Just a little over a y-year." Nelson mumbled.

Morgan bit her lip as her fingers continued nudging her closer to the edge, but it would appear, like Nelson, she too would have wait for release. Quietly the little nosy vixen stepped back from the door and leaning against the wall and lingering nearby to listen further.

"I bet she's got you wrapped around her finger." Lauren prodded. "Get out of my office." She waved her hand dismissively as she buttoned herself back.

"Was the door open the entire time?" Nelson asked as he hobbled towards it.

"Probably. I don't see anyone there and no one called so I'm assuming no one saw your little failure there." Lauren shrugged. "I'd relax. We'd be in more trouble if you'd actually gotten me off." She laughed. "Why are you still here? Don't you have a wife disappoint?" She looked at the door and back to Nelson.

"Right. Sorry." Nelson zipped up his pants and began a slow limp to the door.

Morgan froze and went white, her heart jumped into her brain as Nelson suddenly appeared in the doorway, grumbling as he turned away from her to waddle down the hall without ever looking at her, while her fingers pressed into her. Surprise gave way to relief as she watched her husband round the corner. Morgan sighed heavily as her fingers resumed their original intention.

"...fuck..." Morgan breathed.