Passionately

Despite his surprise, after all Doe rarely initiated things and certainly not in daylight, John took her in his arms and holding her tight kissed her hard on the lips. He sensed that she wanted to be swept off her feet so as he explored her lips with his tongue he pushed her back against his desk and pushed his thigh between hers.

His hand went to her blouse and with her help he undid the buttons and peeled it from her shoulders. 'Bloody hell, she was hot for it'. He kissed down her neck and she moaned gently as he continued a little butterfly trail towards her ample breasts.

Doe shrugged herself free of her blouse and then undid the zip on her skirt. She pushed John away gently and with a quick wiggle stepped out of the skirt. Now she stood in her lingerie and stockings in front of him and it was John's turn to moan gently. Doe reached out and stroked her hand up his thigh and across his now rock hard cock. She stepped back against the desk and putting her hands behind her she leant backwards. Her tits thrust forward, her lace bra struggling to keep them under control.

"Strip darling", she said huskily, "and show me what you've got for me..."

John gulped and then he complied without taking his eyes off her. Off came his socks, shirt and trousers. His cock strained against the material of his boxers. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and looked at his wife, she smiled and wiggled her hips provocatively... and as she did so, moved the mouse...

He froze.

Behind Doe his PC had sprung back to life. He could only see half the captioned image that was currently being displayed but he didn't need more to know he was in trouble.

"Feeling shy honey?" asked his wife, "do you need some help"

She slipped off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. Reaching up she swiftly removed his boxers before taking hold of his cock by the base and pulling him towards her.