Got to go now. See you soon.” He hung up. He is playing me, she thought. The funny thing is it feels comfortable. If he’s being in charge maybe I ...on’t have to worry about what I’ve done to him… or maybe I do. Fifteen minutes later a cheerful young man appeared at the doorway with a package. She signed for it. She considered for a moment whether he might provide some entertainment but something convinced her that he was probably gay. Back in the kitchen she opened the package and almost burst. We looked at each other for a few moments, and I saw Sue’s normal patience re-appear. “Come on, honey. Let’s go to bed. I want to show this insecure husband of mine how much I love him and why I’m never going to leave him.”She slipped off the sofa and led me by the hand, going ahead of me as we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. I winced as I saw the unmade and stained state of our bed, still showing the signs of Sue and Francis’ most recent coupling. Sue stood me at the end of the bed and. Your pussy lips are so smooth and suddenly wet. You dip your fingers between them and play with the opening to your cunnie, pressing its top edge against your pelvic bone. You spread your legs open and play. Easy, easy. Rising, rising. How naughty of you. Your fragrance is blending with the perfume. ‘My Sin, indeed,’ you think… teasing, playing… There are footsteps in the hall, a rap on your door, ‘Miss –‘ ‘One moment, Louise.’ ‘Yes, Miss. Maggie and I want you to know we’re ready.’ Your. He turns around and throws his boxers at me with a grin on his face. They're warm. When he turns to face me I see that there's nothing especially 'mighty' about what he was hiding in those geeky undies. Perfect, that'd work out better for what I had planned for this evening.I reach over and grab Lew by the dick and pull him towards me and onto the bed. I lay back and get him to straddle over my face. He has massive balls and I fill my mouth with them and stroke them with my tongue. He moans.