Laurel and Philip are getting acquainted

You pause at the closed door, listening to the moaning and grunting for a moment, and smiling as Naomi's eyes widen in surprise. You let her listen for a moment then fling the door open and pull her through.

A work table is in the centre of the room. Your wife Laurel is sprawled across it, facing you. Philip Dahlen is behind her, holding her hips, thrusting frantically. As she see's you, Laurel grins and winks as she bucks back against Philip's thrusts.

Philip's reaction is quite different. A look of horror and shock transforms his face and he backs away, almost pushing Laurel as he tries to disengage. His slender cock, wet with Laurel's juices, is wilting as you watch.

"Philip! Oh My God!" Naomi squeals.

"Mr. Chandler! Oh Shit! Um...Your Wife....Um...She came on to me! Oh Shit! I didn't...Oh Shit..." he stammered, pulling up his pants, tucking his limp cock away, his face flushed and frightened.

Laurel, still bent over the table, her skirt up around her hips, winks at you and touches her top lip with her tongue.

Naomi glares at her husband, her glance flickering to Laurel and back to you before settling on him.