Occasionally, I thought back to the time I saw Butch fucking my wife. She had never let me fuck her in the ass. In the past, when I asked, she always...said it was “disgusting”. I wondered if Butch’s cock in her ass had changed her mind, it sure hoped it did. One day we had a great day on my boat and I paid special attention to her ass, patting it, rubbing it and commenting to her about what a fine ass she had. I even took a nice photo of her. She turned her head, smiled and pulled her bikini. Lady: Chill! I don’t mind you checking me out. There are not many people around here who stare at me.Me: Oh you like getting checked out, is it?Lady: Only if he is a stud like you.She winked at me. I stood there dumbstruck by her comments. She suddenly came forward and kissed me on my lips. Oh boy! I couldn’t believe it. This must be my lucky day.I kissed her back and soon our tongues started exploring each other. She quickly took me into one of the toilet cabins. I exposed her boobs as soon as. .. trying to change the subject.Jim said, “The Royce? You’ve seen Albert’s Rolls?”“He took us to town, why?”“That car was a total junk heap ... headed for the scrapers. His Dad bought it for junk and gave it to Albert.‘This car is the only one I’ll give you. It had better be running by the time you are legal to drive.’“Albert was 10.“Nobody rides in the Rolls. Albert seldom takes it out. It’s his baby.“He took you to town?”“Mattie did it,” I said. It was an accusation.“You convinced Albert to. It was Heather who suggested a nightcap and countered my suggestion of a return to the hotel’s bar by saying that her apartment was only a short way away so why didn’t we go there?A five minute cab ride took us to her home, a top floor flat in a refurbished Victorian townhouse just outside the city centre. Heather showed me into the lounge, a huge high-ceilinged room tastefully furnished with a mixture of antiques and soft modern lounge chairs and sofa. She moved across to the stereo and.