“I am. My name is Simon Abrams. This is my fiancee, Megan Fitzgerald. And this is Eva ... our... , “ I searched for the right word, but Eva beat m... to it and dared me to contradict her.“Maitresse,” she spoke in French, but the meaning was universal... I wasn’t even married yet, but I already had a French mistress, and so did Megan from the sound of it. Then it hit me that I didn’t know her last name, which struck me as humorous, but then I didn’t know Gustave’s or Gaston’s, either. I blushed a. To our family and friends to are just a typical pair of married folks. But the fact is I haven had sex with my wife in over five years. Ever since I introduced her to cuckolding she has found it more exciting that I thought she would. Once she was convinced that it wasn't a trap and that I actually wanted her to have sex outside our marriage she went to cuckolding me like a pro.The first couple of times she had sex with her friends it was away from our home and I remained there waiting for her. Does that hurt?” Erin whispered in her wife’s ear.“Tender.” Blossom mumbled.“I’m sorry. Should I kiss it and make it better?”“Yes.” Blossom said sleepily as she pouted.Erin lifted Blossom’s top leg and did a long, slow, wet lick from her dark brown rosebud ending with a tongue flick to her hooded clit while finally removing the big toy from her wife. Blossom let out a squeal, waking up Lynn and Paul.“Sorry.” Blossom said.“Hungry.” I moaned as I stretched, my morning wood waving at the. His gazed warmed me like a hot sun. Our lips met and it was like a sudden explosion. He pressed me down into the bed, rolling on top of me. Hungry need over took us, his tongue dancing with mine. He groaned, and I felt a hand skim my stomach and find the button of my shorts. I raised my hips as he pulled them off along with my cotton day-of-the-week panties. They were Tuesdays on a Thursday. Youre not going to leave this time, are you? I asked when his mouth left mine to travel further south. .