Sometimes I would come home and she would be fully naked, wet and on all fours, or be in a sexy outfit. One day she came home and she didn't tell me t...at a friend was with her. She unlocked the door and walked in with me standing there fully clothed but with my cock in my hand stroking it, then her friend walked in behind her. Her friend gasped as she was not expecting to see this sight. "Oh, umm, we have a thing that when one of us comes home sometimes the other will be ready for some sexual. It was an orgasm but one that wasn't worth the smell of coffee grounds that seemed to haunt her panties for the next four days. Varsity quarterback Trent had crushed on her for two whole years before she even noticed him. Of course, by then he was deeply in love with someone else, a sugar-mama he had met on the internet. She kept him busy and distracted with money and blow job skills that Sydney's own dad bragged about experiencing when he and the sugar-mama were high school seniors themselves.. “Tea,” Arthur said, handing Sonja a steaming mug.She sipped it and the flavour astonished her. It was like drinking a mug full of different tastes that all melded together on her tongue.“This is good. Where do you get it?” she asked after a couple more sips.“All around,” he replied.So apparently Arthur gathered the herbs and whatever else was in the tea himself?Sonja sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her new friend.“You live up here alone? No wife? No girlfriend?” she said after. ’‘You have until tomorrow midday to make yourdecision. Go home, sleep on it.’Of course, she couldn’t sleep a wink, cursing Mark fortreating her like this. He knew her views on anything sheregarded as remotely kinky. She had made that very clear.The next day, she went back to Elliott’s office, havingcarefully considered what the money would get her andtrying to imagine life without it.‘I’ll do it. Under protest, of course.’‘Of course. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.’‘Thank you. But I don’t.