“Yes,” she said softly. “Where’s Janice?” “She’s at my house.” Rich opened the refrigerator and took out a long-neck. “Is she okay?�...� “She’s fine.” He popped the top off and took a long swig from his bottle. “So what’s going on?” “We’re switching places until the weekend.” “Really?” His voiced raised in pitch just a notch. “Why?” Emily stood up and pulled him to her by the front of his shirt. “Because I want to be your wife for a few days. Do you mind?” “You mean like cooking and everything?” he. The only thing I could think of was the night Alan had done this same thing.It was prom night, 1988. I smiled to myself, suddenly even remembering the date, May 14th. I’d bought the sexiest dress I thought my parents would let me wear, silky, slinky, spaghetti straps over my shoulders, long with a slit up one side to my hip, matching lace bra and panties. Both our parents took lots of pictures. I’d forgotten those, have to look for them when we get home. Show them to Robert.On the way to the. I realized he had only used my cunt to get his cock slippery.This time he pushed and I felt my ass began to open for him allowing him to slide his dick deep into my bowels. Thank God he did not try to hit bottom at once, but slowly eased his dick into my rear hole.“God! You are tight.” he said.Once you get past my annal sphincter my butt hole was still tighter than my pussy,.My vagina is good and tight. I was shown some special exercises to keep it in shape. I had not been done in the ass for. I dare not ask. I see a flicker of a smile as your eyes land upon something on the desk.“Stand up.”My legs are weak from kneeling, but you help to pull me to my feet. You push me towards the desk so that I am standing in front of the mirror.It reminds me of this morning; I wonder if you’re thinking about this too.Without saying anything, you stand behind me and make eye contact through the glass. Lowering your mouth, you kiss my neck, brushing the area marked by your teeth. Our eyes are locked.