Remembering that I’d purposely not mentioned that conversation with her, I stumbled for something to say that wouldn’t piss her off. She’d call me a liar again if she knew that I’d known about the show being pushed back for a while now. “Yeah…that was weird, huh? I’ll ask Harold about it next time I see him. Maybe he just meant they’d debut it in August or something.” Well, fuck. There went my personal goal to not lie to her again. I needed the out though, and this gave me time to prep her for the bad news.

Like the awesome wife she was, she completely bought the crap I was selling her…which made me feel like shit. I should fess up, but that would just worry her, and she’s having such a good time right now. I’ll do it later. “Oh, okay…well, should we get back out there? Make some waves?”

She said that with a giggle and a shimmy of her hips, and suddenly going back out to that party was the last thing I wanted to do. Holding Anna in place, I looked back at the office door. Harold had left it ajar, but it was closed enough for what I had in mind.

I pushed her back until the tops of her thighs pressed against the massive desk in the room. Hands on either side of her, I pinned her against the about-to-be-well-used furniture. “You are way too hot to stay in that dress.”

It took her a second to focus on me, and I knew she was buzzing just as hard as I was. “Oh yeah…what are you going to do about it?” she asked. Her finger ran along the deep V of her neckline, emphasizing the breasts I wanted to suck on.

I turned her around so I could get to her zipper. As I pulled it down, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to peel it off you, then lay you down on this desk and make you come so hard, everyone at this party will hear you. And when they hear you screaming for more, I’ll be a god in their eyes.” The zipper went all the way down the dress, and when I got to the bottom, it practically fell off her.

Heat in her eyes, she turned to face me. “You’re already a god. That’s why just the thought of you in me does this…” She took my hand and shoved it into her underwear. I instantly twisted my hand so I could feel how much she wanted me. She let out an erotic moan as I slid against her.

“Fuck, Anna…you’re so wet…” Removing my hand, I grabbed onto her hips. “Lay back…I want to taste you.”

She didn’t just sit down on the desk. No…she laid herself across it like she was doing a photo shoot for Maxim or Playboy. She arched her back, let her arms fall above her head, and propped one foot on the desk, highlighting every fucking asset she possessed. “Jesus,” I murmured, “you’re so goddamn hot.”

Anna still had her phone in her hand, so I reached over and grabbed it. This shit needed to be documented. I snapped a few pictures of her sprawled on the desk. She didn’t complain or ask me to stop, she just ran her hands over her body, making each shot even more erotic. My cock was throbbing, straining against my clothes. I released it, then took a picture of it. Anna wasn’t the only erotic thing in the room.

I pulled her underwear off, snapped a few pics, then tasted her, just like I’d promised. She cried out as she held my head in place, and I switched the phone from still pics to video. That sound she just made needed to be captured. While I sucked on her clit, I moved the camera to get a shot of her face. That was something I didn’t typically get to see, and I couldn’t wait to play it back later. After that, I tried to get a shot of me licking her. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see that either.

When she was all riled up, ready for me, I filmed my hand giving myself a long stroke. Glancing up at Anna, I panted, “This is so fucking hot, I can’t wait for you to see this.”

She squirmed on the desk, groaning, “Just do it. I need you in me.” Then she moved her hips down the desk so I could stand as I drove into her.

Holy fuck. I hoped I could hold out. This would really suck if I filmed myself doing a three pump. Making sure the camera had a good angle, I eased into her. Sounds from the party were wafting into the room, and I loved that the camera was picking them up. Those faint noises were quickly replaced by Anna’s throaty moans though. Fuck yes.

I tried to keep a slow pace so the camera could get the full length of my cock sliding in and out of her…but it felt too good. It wasn’t too much longer that I was pounding into her. She had to hold on to the edge of the desk to keep still, but even with that, her back was sliding up and down the wood; she’d never looked hotter, and I was so glad I was forever capturing the moment.

Having sex while filming with a cell phone was tricky, but I held her hip with one hand while holding the phone in the other. Anna’s cries intensified, and I knew she was close. Thank God…I wanted to come so bad. She arched her back when she released, and moaned my name—loudly. I was just a second behind her. “Fuck…yes…shit…Anna…” I almost dropped the phone as the burst of pleasure stole my breath, stole my voice. Only incoherent groaning remained. Goddamn I loved having sex with my wife.

When we were spent and I could barely stand anymore, I turned off the recording. Cheeks flushed, her smile radiant, Anna sat up on her elbows. “Did you record that entire thing?”

Winking, I handed the phone back to her. “Oh yeah.”

Anna’s eyes were mischievous as she bit her lip. “Let’s watch it when we get home.”

Removing myself from her, I shook my head. “Fuck that, let’s watch it in the car on the way home.” Anna laughed, and I knew with absolute certainty that we would be watching it in the backseat.