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"Fuck, I'm not gonna last, little girl. Not even halfway in, and I'm gonna blow my load all over your asshole."

I humped in a little more, groaning as I felt her muscles clench and relax.

"Hold your ass open for me," I ordered as I stroked the gentle curve of her back. My thumbs pressed against the two dimples just above her ass. I loved those dimples.

She immediately obeyed, reaching back to open her ass cheeks. I grunted as I thrust in and out, watching her muscles open for me.

"Mmft! Mmft! Mmft!" Her feminine grunts were driving me wild. I could tell she was close by the way her fingers started to loosen their hold on her ass. Her cheek was against the table, and her mouth was open, panting against the soiled panties. Her neck arched, and I felt her muscles spasm as she screamed against my desk, her face mashing down as she jerked through her orgasm.

The sight and feel of her coming was too much for me. The lick of pleasure shot down my spine, and I groaned as my come spurted into her ass chute.

"Fucking take it, you dirty slut! Think you can come in here for special privileges. Disobedient brats like you get their asses fucked!" I jerked inside her, emptying my balls until she wrung the last bit of pleasure from me.

She groaned as I pulled out, grabbing her ass cheeks and watching my come bubble out.

"God damn, you take my cock so good," I praised. I gently pulled her up and removed her panties from her mouth.

She gasped as she clutched me. Her hair was a mess, one of her cheeks was red from being pushed against my desk, and tears had smeared her mascara and eyeliner. She had never looked more beautiful.

I eyed the mess she made of my desk. The papers that were ripped to shreds, and the pen holder that had been knocked down, their contents strewn around. There was a glistening spot on my desk. Her come juices. A deep male pride filled me when I thought of her warm cunt squirting on my desk.

I cupped her face lovingly. Her eyes softened as we gazed at each other, communicating our devotion and love through a single look.

"Hi, wife," I murmured.

"Husband," Lucy hummed. She pulled me down for a languid kiss, our tongues tangling and sliding together in a familiar rhythm, yet we knew if we didn't stop, it would more than likely lead to round two.

After we cleaned up in my private bathroom, I threaded my fingers through my wife's, needing her close. I turned off the lights and locked up before ensuring my jacket covered her body sufficiently. I still had her punishment for strutting out in public half-naked earmarked for later. My body hummed just thinking about it.

"Where are the kids?" I asked as I pulled her hand up to kiss the wedding ring on her finger.

"They're at Grandpa and Grandma's." She giggled as she always did whenever she referred to her Dad's wife by that title. The joke never gets old for her. To me? The fact that Michael was grandpa to my kids made me chuckle with glee. We get along well enough now, considering, but we still loved to give each other shit.

"It's pizza night at their house, so the kids are staying for dinner. I'll pick them up at seven."

I glanced at my watch. It was just after five-thirty. Hmm, whatever should we do with the extra time?

I glanced down at my wife with hooded eyes just as she peeked up at me. The mirrored lust I spied in them had my tired cock perking up. Her lips quirked as she read my mind.

"I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves with," she winked.

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