It was an ideal life.We had been married nine years when the serpent slithered into the garden.Sarah’s company did software for various types of med...cal devices. And one of them had run into a problem that involved litigation. She was not the lead on the device but she had the most technical expertise. So, they roped her into the investigation team.The team was headed up by Mr. Marlon Ruffing, Vice President for Product Development. He sat in on all of the meetings and provided the policy. The lady on the phone said the company owner would be at our house the next morning, precisely at nine AM.Most of the women I have known in my life have absolutely no sense of time. Some few actually knew and cared when a party or meeting started and sometimes they arrived near the appointed time. Larger numbers of women neither knew nor cared about time and couldn't be bothered with schedules. However, I now knew of eight who were precise and meticulous in their promises to arrive at exact. I grab your ass and help you. I lift up, and let you fall, my cock burying deep in your ass, again and again we do this.My cock is rock hard now, I lift you up and get you on your hands and knees, I lean forward I lick your asshole, and pussy, I tell you “ Sister Kate, your ass is perfect, not too tight and not too loose.” You reach back and and guide my cock to your ass and as I slide my cock in and out of you, I feel your fingers on your clit as I fuck you . I put one hand on your hip and. She wasn’t pulling any punches tonight.“In ... in your butt,” she said softly, but not softly enough that it didn’t catch Brent’s attention. His head shot up and looked first at Emma, then the two of us. His eyes went to my member which Jess was still holding.“As you wish, Mistress,” Jess said with a huge grin. “Mistress, is it ok if Slave Aaron applies lube to my asshole before he fucks it, or do you wish him to fuck it dry?”Jess really hoped Emma didn’t choose the latter. She didn’t.