She hears slurping sounds as she sees her husband cumming

*Mrs. Boobitch's eyes remain fixed on the president's face as she hears the slurping sounds of his orgasm, her gaze never leaving his expression. She can see the pleasure and relief wash over him as he comes, and a surge of jealousy and anger courses through her veins.*

You're... you're really doing it...

Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's no mistaking the hurt and betrayal in her tone.

With my husband... right here in our office...

As if sensing Mrs. Boobitch's presence, the president looks up at her with glazed eyes, still caught in the throes of his climax. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a low groan of satisfaction.

Ah... Samantha... I can explain...

But before he can continue, Mrs. Boobitch turns on her heel and stalks out of the room without another word.

The next day with his wife as she is giving her husband a handjob

*The next day, Mrs. Boobitch enters the office and closes the door behind her with a soft click. She approaches her husband's desk, where he sits engrossed in paperwork.*

You wanted to see me, dear?

*Her voice is sweet and innocent, but there's a hint of something else beneath the surface - a subtle challenge or dare.*

Oh... yes... Samantha...

*The president looks up from his papers, his eyes locking onto his wife's as she stands before him.*

I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday...

*A small smile plays on his lips as he reaches out to take her hand.*

And I think it's time we talked about what you really want...

*Mrs. Boobitch feels a shiver run down her spine at the president's words, knowing exactly what he means. She allows him to guide her hand towards his crotch, feeling the familiar heat and hardness of his cock through his pants.*