“Honey,” he called, “have you seen my reading glasses? They’re probably going to want me to read things while I’m there, contracts and whatnot, so I think I’ll need them.”
Maggie couldn’t believe what was happening, her husband was just outside the door.
“Ummm…” Maggie stammered, “I think I saw them on that little side table on the landing,” Jason slid his cock all the way back into her, “in… the… blue… case…?”
“Oh yes,” her husband called from the hallway, “how in the blue blazes did they get there? I suspect we’ll never know, as usual. Ok, I’m off now, see you tomorrow.”
And then, as the back door opened and shut, “Oh, hello Tom.”
Maggie listened to Tom’s footsteps make their way across the kitchen floor and start climbing the stairs. She bit her bottom lip as she looked Jason in the eye, both of them with the same lascivious grin on their faces as they fucked listening to Tom’s approach and knowing that neither of them cared about being caught by him. Maggie reached down and squeezed Jason’s arse cheek, pulling him into her, just in case he had any ideas about getting away.
“Oh,” said Tom, as he stood at the doorway, arms stretched up over his head, fingers drumming on the door frame, “it appears that I’m interrupting something.”
Maggie grinned at him from over Jason’s shoulder as he continued to fuck her in front of him.
“Hello Tom,” she said, “lovely to see you as always.”
“Oh Maggie,” Tom said, removing his jacket and lying down on the bed beside her, “you’re looking as gorgeous as ever.”
With that, he started to kiss her as Jason continued to thrust in and out of her, his hand moving down to caress her breasts, yanking aside her top and pulling her bra down until her tits were exposed properly, then bending his head down to kiss and suck on her nipples, Jason leaning back to allow his brother better access. Maggie put her arm around Tom, her hand reaching up to caress his plentiful hair. The feeling of liberation was intense. Maggie stretched her arms up behind her head, as Tom lifted his head up from her breasts. They smiled at each other as Jason continued with his solid, deep strokes. Tom’s gaze drifted back down to Maggie’s boobs as they moved in unison.
“I love watching your tits move,” he said, “I remember the first time we met and you were wearing a nice tight top with a not so supportive bra and your boobs had just the nicest jiggle about them as you walked into the room. Do you remember?”
“I remember meeting you, Tom,” said Maggie, “but I didn’t realise I’d made such an impact on you.” Then, feeling emboldened, Maggie asked, “Did you masturbate over me after that first meeting?”
“Yes,” said Tom, looking Maggie square in the eye, “I’ve wanked off over you many times.” Maggie moaned as Jason gave her a few extra deep thrusts. “I’ve imagined you in all sorts of situations including watching you have sex like you are right now.”
“Tell me more,” said Maggie.
“That first time we met, I wanked off in your downstairs loo while thinking about your breasts and what they might look like under that top you had on.