Fucking my lover

Linda’s car was in the driveway. “That is the extent of my wife’s participation. Sislovesme “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a little surprise
you might have in store for me tomorrow, would it?” I asked. There was a gorgeous flower
arrangement on the living room mantle and a roaring fire below. “I need you to stop at the store on your way home from work
tomorrow,” she said. “Good evening, Peter. Not
to participate, per se, but to make Linda more “available,” more
“easily accessible,” shall we say. This is my fantasy, and I expect you to cooperate in every way.”
She moved up to her knees to look into my eyes. Be a good boy.”
She hugged me again, and whispered “I love you” in my ear. “Well,” I said. What do we need?” My cock was rigid and rubbing
firmly in the crack of her ass. In fact, it was
to arrange this little get together. In fact, it was
to arrange this little get together. Your wife has determined the general outline of what
will happen tonight. This is my fantasy, and I expect you to cooperate in every way.”
She moved up to her knees to look into my eyes. Interesting. Opening the front door, I stepped in and looked around. “As opposed to YOUR normal, slobbish attire?” I
asked, taking another look at my gorgeous wife. Since Linda and I were both professionals and had
little time for housework, we employed a cleaning service during
the week. The alcohol
put me in a mellow haze, made time slow down, and made the
acceptance of what was about to happen much easier than if I