Let her do as she pleases

She slurps you down, driving your cock into her throat and sucking back on it with almost reckless abandon.

All you can do is rock your head back and enjoy the sensation. Then, she pulls her head back. You wait a second, and when she doesn't get back to it, you open your eyes and look down.

Her hand is on her stomach, her face lightly contorted.

"What's wrong, honey?" You ask.

"I think I overdid it a little with the honey," she replies, "I'm starting to get sick."

Disappointed but concerned, you start to stand and reach for your pants, intending to pull them up and lead your wife down to the ladies room. You'll ask your secretary to come along, since you can't enter the ladies room yourself.

"No, wait," she insists. "I'll be okay, and besides, I have a better idea."

You just look at her, confused.

She stands, pushing you backward into your chair again, then says, "Why don't you call your secretary in to give me a hand?"

She reaches over and turns on the intercom, smiling slyly.