You let her tell you about the paper

"Yeah, sure Jane, ask away." You bat at your wife's hands with your free hand, but she traps it against your side.

"It was from Bob Simmons who works for ...." Jane starts, but you're only half paying attention as you watch your wife suck her finger into her mouth. It glistens as she removes it and starts circling it around your ass.

"Mmmm... Hmmm" you manage non-committally. Your wife looks at you mischievously as she presses her slick finger against you. ".... It's to do with the B.J. O'Reilly case you've been working on...." Jane continues, oblivious to the fact that your wife is gearing up for more fucking than you've had in ages.

Your wife sticks her tongue out at you before tracing it up the length of your hardening cock. As she reaches the crown she sucks the tip into her mouth and starts nibbling the end noisily making you gasp. Upon hearing that gasp she presses her finger into your ass, which instinctively clenches against the invasion making you gasp more loudly.

".... So I was wondering whether you'd like me to..... Are you OK?" Jane enquires.

"Yes, Jane...." You feel your wife's digit twisting and curling inside you as she drives that elegant finger deeper "... I'm fine...." you manage to croak out.

Those gorgeous eyes you fell in love with so long ago look up at your face as those warm lips start making your cock disappear and reappear. All you can do is waggle a finger from the hand holding the phone as you attempt to continue a conversation with your secretary.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Jane asks and you realise she's already asked you a question. Just as you open your mouth to reply that maddening finger starts to saw out and then back into your ass, a little deeper with every stroke. You roll your head back and your wife pushes your shaft deeper into her mouth, starting to tickle the sensitive underside of your cock with her tongue.

"Are you sure you're OK?..."

"Yes Jane, I'm fine - Do whatever you think is best - I'm sure it will be fine - Bye!" you get out all in a rush and hurriedly miss the receiver twice before successfully hanging up.

"Awwwwwrrrrmmmm" your wife voices her disappointment with your ending the conversation, driving you wild with the vibrations.