Adrienne walked up to her husband, hugging him from behind. He shook his head. "I'm on a call with Alexander," he muttered, trying to angle the camera so Adrienne was out of view.

"But Gil," she whined needily, pressing against him. "I need you~"

She stepped back as he turned his swivel chair to face her. "You need me? What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"You know what I want," she mumbled, embarrassed to say it aloud.

He smirked and pulled her into his lap, reaching to turn off the camera. "Oh do I?" he whispered huskily in her ear. He started massaging her breast, getting quiet whimpers from the blonde.

She squirmed in his lap, feeling the bulge in his pants. "God--Gil, please~" she whispered.

"Sorry Adri, but the kids are home," he said, kissing her cheek.

She felt a flash of anger. Why did he tease her like that if he wasn't going to do anything? Then she got an idea. "I'll be quiet," she said softly. "I'll be a good girl."

He kissed her passionately, pulling her close. After a few moments, he pulled away. "Take your clothes off," he ordered. When she didn't, he tilted her head up at him. "I said, take your clothes off," he growled.

"Undress me," she whispered. He smirked and slid his hand under her shirt. He pulled it over her head, then pulled down her pants, leaving her in her undergarments. He smirked again, seeing her damp panties.

"Someone's excited," he said moving her hips against his erection. She bit her lip, holding back moans.

She tugged at his clothes, signaling that she wanted them off. He took off his shirt and pants, now wearing nothing but boxers.

She looked at him expectantly. He pulled his boxers down agonizingly slow, then put Adrienne on his desk. He slipped her panties off her, unhooked her bra, then kissed her. She kissed back, running her fingers through his hair.

He pulled away, then whispered, "I love you, mon ange." Then he entered her, smirking at her loud gasp. He thrusted slowly, trying to hear his wife's noises. She stayed quiet as best she could, quiet moans still escaping her lips.

"What are you supposed to do?" he growled in her ear, rubbing her thigh.

"B-be quiet," she whimpered, shuddering at the touch.

"Then do that, or you'll need to be punished~" He kissed her neck, the bit down softly.

"Punish me~" she found herself moaning before she could stop herself.

He smirked, leaning close to her. "Oh really~?" His breath was hot on her skin, but she nodded. He pulled out and turned her onto her stomach, her ass facing him.

"Um, guys...?" Alexander's voice interrupted the lovers. The camera hadn't been off.

Face flushed red, Gilbert slammed his laptop shut, his eyes wide. Adrienne, on the other hand, didn't seem to care.

"Now where were we~?" she purred.