Seal the deal

"Excellent," said the president. "Well, if you'll excuse me just a moment," he added, and stood slightly, his face styling on a slightly strained expression. He let rip with the loudest fart I had heard yet; I was sure I could feel it vibrating through the floor.

"Ah, that's better," he sighed. "You mustn't keep these things in, you know. The side effects of these little tablets are unfortunate in some ways - although I gather most people actually enjoy the experience, but tend to be shy of sharing the fact." He stood up straight, and there was no hiding the distinctive bulge in the front of his suit trousers.

"Anyway," he continued, "as new club members there are membership forms and such to deal with, but we can deal with that later. First, I think we should celebrate." He started to walk around the desk, towards my horny wife. "Billy, perhaps you would like to take Kirsty from behind while I enjoy these magnificent breasts." The suggestion was more of an instruction than a question, but I had no objection and neither, it seemed, did Kirsty. The president unzipped his fly and revealed his sizable - remarkably youthful-looking for the president's age - todger as Kirsty stood, leaning over the desk to present her pert arse to me and move her tits closer to the president's hungry cock. As I lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down, he rested his member on her tight new top and began to thrust gently against her boobs, a trail of pre-cum dirtying her pristine new clothing. I looked down to guide my own giant cock between her arse cheeks and further down to her wet, eager pussy. Kirsty let out a satisfied sigh as I entered her, then began gasping in delight as I started humping. The movement caused her tits to jiggle and the president hardly had to move in order to continue with his tit-fucking.

"Ah, this is the life," he said, grabbing and squeezing Kirsty's boobs as he increased his pace. Shortly afterwards, he came; huge gushes of semen bursting forth from his impressive penis, covering my wife's delighted face, streaming down her cleavage and utterly soaking her top. Seconds later, I reached my own climax, my dick repeating the same feat deep inside Kirsty's cunt, excess spunk spurting out of her pussy and over my testicles, dripping down onto my trousers.

"Bravo," smiled the president, tucking his cock back inside his pants and zipping up. He returned to his desk, calling his secretary to bring in the paperwork. Kirsty turned to me, licking the cum from around her face as I took in the sight of the deep crevice between her tits, now full to the brim with milky spunk. She leaned towards me and we kissed deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth while her sopping-wet breasts made a mess of my best shirt. We broke off as we heard the door open and the secretary walked in with the paperwork for us to sign.