"This is a surprise," the older man said as Robert stood to take the offered hand. "You brought the receipts yesterday. Did you forget something?" Yes...ir, kind of, sir, uh huh, yes. I did," Robert said, resuming his seated position at Mr. French's gesture and trying to quiet his belly. "I wanted to talk to you." He straightened his already straight trousers and swallowed."About the store?" No. No sir," Robert cleared his throat and noticed that his collar felt a bit tight which was surely. He might have gone on longer if the other guys didn't tell him to hurry up so they could take their turn. My wife heard the talk between the men and knew she was in for more fucking but it turned out to be more than she even expected.The next guy to step up for his turn must have come to the theater prepared to jack off because he had a little bottle of lubricant that he started to spread around and finger into my wife's asshole. Now as I told you my wife and I have been married for 25 years. “Don’t,” she said. Petra kept rubbing her shoulder. “Why not?” “I don’t… don’t like it.” Petra sighed. “Listen, I know the feeling. When you feel something new, it’s scary. But there’s a difference between “don’t like” and “it’s new and scary.” I just want you to know that it’s okay, and I’m not gonna judge.” “Thanks,” Katie said, relaxing a little. “And if you wanna explore it, you know, it’s cool.” Katie’s shoulders tensed up again immediately, but her nipples tingled as if someone had. ‘My boyfriend,’ she sighed to herself. The word still sounded foreign to her. Even though that is what he has been for months now, he grew to mean so much more. The buzzing of her phone caught her attention. Oh, look. My boyfriend. She fumbled to answer it. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hi. Are you still at work?’ His voice rumbled through the phone. ‘Just about done, then heading home to get ready. Where are you?’ He let out a large sigh. ‘At the office. I think I may be here a while longer. I was kept in.