“Well ... I had this dream later that night ... and I sort of acted it out. I thought it was you, honest. I mean the dream was about you and me, exc...pt when I woke up it wasn’t you.”She blinked. Then she opened her mouth, only to close it again and blinked several more times.“You had sex with her later that night.”“Uh ... yeah. I guess I did. I didn’t mean to. It just ... happened.”She folded her arms under her breasts.“And neither of you told me about it.”“I’m really sorry,” I groaned. “I just. Her name is Ashley. A short, petite girl with a round ass that everyone always thought was perfect. Even other girls would talk about how much they loved her butt.Kevin and I both stopped talking to her in college as we were far away, but afterwards we both ended up working at the same company. We immediately hit it off again, and despite our previous friendship, somehow this time we ended up as a couple.Because of our past, our relationship got serious quickly. She would be over at my and. Like I soon will. And, where is our soon-to-be cuckold anti-hero Sean? Hetoo is reflected in the mirror. The wing mirror to the rightreveals a man, dimly lit, standing in the hall way, gazingin at his woman who is all unawares. Had he looked lecherousor filled with trepidation, speculative or insecure,it would have rendered the whole photograph trite or irrelevant.His expression instead was open. Just the thoughtful lookof a man studying a vibrant woman who has been caught in theact of being. John positions himself behind her, cock in hand. “It will do her good to wait,” he says. He rubs the knob of his cock against her cunt lips but makes no move to enter her. He slips two fingers in,brings them out shining with her juices, puts them in his mouth and licks appreciatively. “With a woman like this, once you get her going, she’s permanently ready.” He drives into her, hard, one swift, fierce movement. His groin slaps against her arse. He grunts. “Starter for ten,” he.