What's better than one dick?

"Well, I have a lot of work to do, so if you wou-"

James was cut off by a knock at his office door. His face immediately froze in terror, trying to cover himself up. Knowing you were immune to consequences, you had different plans in mind.

"Come in!"

Those words were a gutpunch to your plaything. He looked at you as if you were insane. The door opened to reveal an employee holding some papers. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a stylishly trimmed beard and well fitting office attire. You immediately noted the wedding band, giving a better chance that the new arrival could stay a while longer. He was shellshocked by the scene before him, mouth hanging open in shock. Your wellfucked businessman was hiding behind his desk, trying to quickly dress.

"Yes Steve, what do you want?" He asked quickly, trying to play cool.

"I- uhh-" Steve stuttered, seemingly buffering.

"Married Steve?" you ask.

"Umm... yeah..." He said, glancing at you before averting his eyes to your naked form.

"Kids?"

"Just the one." He said, gulping, "A boy. Two years old."

"Aah, they're a lot at that age." you chuckle, taking a step towards him, "Bet you and your wife are off your feet. No time to relax. No time to... fuck."

You grab his crotch, feeling a not completely soft member. You grin at the shocked and confused man.

"I don't know..." he stammered.

"I think you do." you whisper, "Why don't you let us help you out?"

You slip your hand into his pants, feeling for his dick. Your experienced hands don't take long to find it.