She rides him^

"Get on the bed, Greg," Rochelle demands. "Flat on your back."

You eagerly move to give the pair room, as Greg obediently lays on the bed, his cock standing straight up. Rochelle kicks her panties aside, then pulls her dress up and over her head, leaving her naked. You can't help but admire the view, if possible she looks even more stunning nude. Rochelle catches you looking, giving you a wink, before moving next to bed.

"I can't wait to sit on that," she practically purrs, climbing on the bed and straddling Greg.

"It's a very comfortable seat," you add, spurring things on. "Fills you up so nice you want to stay."

"Feeling a bit like a piece of meat, ladies," Greg teases.

"Hush you," Rochelle tries to sound stern, but starts to moan as she takes him inside her. "Oh shit! Fuck, this never gets old." Rochelle slides until her ass comfortably rests above his balls.

You stare at the spot where the two are joined, for a moment you think of Dave and Diane, or hell Dave and any number of women. You bring your hand up and caress Rochelle's perfect backside.

"I knew you two were fucking," you declare before going down to play with Greg's balls.

"That obvious?" Greg asks, though he moans a bit when Rochelle shifts on him.

"Pretty obvious when you get up all naked and I don't bat an eye, Greg," Rochelle teases before starting to bounce.

"How long?" You question, watching the look of pleasure on Greg's face before switching to the similar look on Rochelle's. You take your robe off, letting your hand now wonder to your sex.

"Around six months," Rochelle answers, maintaining a steady pace. "Company Christmas Party. Mmm, fuck." She moves her hips in a manner that almost looks like dancing. "He bent me over the hood of my car."

"Greg!" You chastise playfully, sliding up so the two of of you are almost right next to each other.

"Hey! She told me if I was "ever going to make a move" that I better do it "now." I took her at her word," Greg explains, his hands moving to Rochelle's breasts and giving them a good squeeze.

"It was better than it sounds," Rochelle moans, taking a moment to hold Greg's hands to her breasts. "Never interfered with work, or my ability to do my job." She shoots you a look when you give her a "what about now" expression. "He's a bad influence. Lets his cock do his thinking at times, and he can be very persuasive when it calls the shots."

"I know that feeling very well," you admit. You suddenly remember your time with Diane's ex, Steve. How you had let him take you unprotected even though there was a risk he could get you pregnant. The memory clears your thoughts a moment. "Are you protected, Rochelle?"

Rochelle pauses for a moment, then looks at Greg. There seems to be a silent conversation between them.