The drive back to our house felt like an eternity, even though it was only twenty minutes. Jo stayed in the back seat with Adam, her red dress still bunched around her waist, black stockings torn in one place from the frantic fucking in the car. She kept one hand lazily stroking his massive, semi-hard BBC, smearing the mix of their cum along the thick shaft while she occasionally leaned over to lick the head clean. Adam’s deep voice rumbled with approval every time her tongue swirled around his glistening hood. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, my own cock throbbing painfully in my trous… Read more

I dropped Jo off at our office with a couple of cases of champagne so she could celebrate with her coworkers on landing a large contract. I needed to get back home for a couple of Zoom calls, so I told Jo to call when she needs picking up. After a couple of hours sure enough the wife telephoned and sounded on the good side of having a great time and asked if I would come and get her. Arriving at our office, only a couple of staff were still milling around waiting for their partners to collect them, finding Jo inside trying to tidy up all the empty bottles of champagne and vodka, and yes, there… Read more