I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of ...y mind.I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me.I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine.It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called. I came into my pants what seemed like a gallon and had to grab the vanity to keep from falling over. I came to after a minute or so of afterglow and looked into the bed. Luther was now back between Kim's legs pounding her with a fervor. "You gonna take this cum bitch? Huh" Yeah, O God, yeah baby, O fuck I'm gonna cum again" Not til I cum bitch, hold it back, hold it back," he urged."I can't, O FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!" my wife screamed out again and this time Luther clenched his ass muscles and. He glanced at his watch. He still had 3 hours left in his workday. Damnthe time was moving by slowly! He got up and went to the couch in hisoffice, wanting so desperately to take a nap. Sitting on the couch, hesuddenly felt very odd, almost sick to his stomach. He laid there for awhile until the feeling passed. Must have been lunch affecting him.The rest of the day went by very slow, and he headed straight home afterwork. Eating a light dinner and sitting around in his living room watching. It wasn’t long until she was due on stage so she got dressed quickly, slipping into her stiletto-heeled boots and a tight back shirt as she struggled to secure the Velcro on her leather rip-away trousers as she made her way on to the dark stage. “And here she is again, just for you, Miss Polly Styrene!” the MC announced as she stood by the pole facing the VIP table and waited for the spotlight to hit her. Hearing the intro to the thumping rock song, Polly took a deep breath and braced herself.