As I was sitting on my patio I can see Amber in her kitchen but I was so worriedas to how am I gonna make this happen.Anyway the following day my wife...told me that Amber is going out for 2 daysand they want me to keep an eye on their home from Thursday afternoon until Amber returns Saturday morning.So Iwas fine but I had a great idea.As Amber had left she gave me her house keys. I did some research online and went to the Pharmacy and bought some things to put Amber in the mood (Drug).I had to. Her energy amazed him. Near midnight Stan began to grow tired and turned to talk to her.She had taken all the clothes out of his closets, straightened and replaced some, ironed others, and set up neat piles of colors for the dirty stuff. Stan saw a pair of his dirty boxers near the top of the white pile and blushed."I uh, I'm tired, you should take the bed, and I'll sleep here on the couch tonight. Later I'll get you a roll-away or something, I dunno." Oh Stan, that's so nice of you, but I. ..but then again why not. My fantasy scene was always the same thing, over and over, and it would make any married man smile to know that his wife's hottest fantasy was the two of them with a random hot Black or Latina chic! Especially my husband.....As the Host leads us through the corridor to the back of the establishment, my mind is racing, my heart is beating faster with each step, and my pussy is wet, really wet. I grab my husbands hand and briefly brush against his crotch, it's rock. That was a good sign."So Sylvia, where do you live," he asked."I live over in New Wales," I said. "How about you?" I'm from a little holler in West Virgina," Simon said."So how long you been in the crotch?" I asked."This is my third year. I been in Afghanistan once already, and I'm going back," he said."When you leaving?" I asked."Two weeks," he said."Tell you what kid, how about I check into a motel for tonight, and you come with me. We will have out own going away party?" I suggested.Yes, I.