I was about to call you, he said. Good, she said. I think Ive put up with the silent treatment long enough. I know youre going through a lot right now... but I still deserve some consideration. I agree, she said. None of this has been fair to you. Im on my way to your place right now, are you home? He said he was. She hung up. She put the top down as she drove. Everything felt lighter now. She realized that no matter what happened, the hard part was about to be over. No more lies, no more. One day, June approached me and said: “You’re not dating anyone, are you?” I shook my head and replied: “I never get to meet anyone, really. I’m a member of the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce, the Northern California British American Trade Council and the British Expat Club, run by the wife of one of the diplomats at the British Consulate in San Francisco, but I doubt I’d ever find love there!” We both laughed at the absurdity of the idea.But then she said: “Why don’t we double date? It’d be. Just as I was setting of a voice called to me Excuse me could you help I think I have lost my car keys. Well I suppose one good deed a day shouldn't hurt so I walked across to him,Oh thanks he said my phone rang and as I pulled it out of my pocket my keys must of fallen out also and I think they must of fallen down that hole but my hands are too big to reach down it,please would you try. Bright blue eyes I thought to myself and that fragrance how unusual not feminine but close,why did I notice. "Need a hand, darling?"You look down to find a bulge in your red pants. Cherie follows your gaze. With nothing but a smile on she pulls your pants down to your ankles. Her hands slide up your legs to your sweaty briefs. Cherie rubs her face in the bulge. She sniffs and licks your cock through the fabric."Mmmmm," your wife says, as she gives the bulge a big wet kiss. "Your dick is so musky."It is also very wet, as your wife's saliva soaks through the fabric. Cherie digs her fingers into the seat.