Well....

"Well...," she begins, looking to your wife. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Your wife grins wickedly.

"Absolutely," she replies.

"Well, then," Jennifer says, "I guess we may as well get started."

She smiles at you as she takes off her suit coat and lays it on one of your office chairs. She begins to unbutton her blouse, then stopping once her white lace bra is in full view.

"Where do you want me to start?" Jennifer asks, looking to your wife.

Your wife sits on top of your desk and points down at you. "Start where I left off, Jen. I'll instruct you from there."

Jen walks around behind the desk and begins to kneel down.

"Oh, wait," your wife interrupts. She slides to the end of the desk and pushes Jen's blouse down over her shoulders. "You won't be needing this."

Jen removes the blouse entirely and hands it to your wife, who is already eyeing the girl's breasts, still restrained by that white lace bra.

You hardly notice your wife's concentration, as you're equally taken by your secretary's figure.

"Good?" Jennifer asks.

"For now," your wife replies. "Now, let's get down to business."

Jennifer gets down on her knees in front of you, eyeing your cock for a moment, then runs her finger along the shaft, tasting the honey.
"Oooh, honey..." she says, smiling.

A moment later, your throat deep in you secretary's mouth, groaning.