Inevitably, Alia and I would chat and share a drink.Two weeks after our last date, when our schedules finally meshed, Alia asked me out. I accepted. W...en I asked where she was taking me, she smiled and told me to dress comfortably. The two holy terrors were conveniently going to another sleepover at Lara’s - no risk of our house burning to the ground.Alia picked me up on Saturday. She was very elegant. A knee-length dark blue cashmere-wool skirt was matched with a powder blue silk blouse, a. I pretended that I was a stranger and that she was giving herself to me for the first time. That got me so hot that I blew my load in her almost immediately.After that time I almost always fantasized about Laura fucking another guy while I watched, it became almost an obsession for me. Then one day I couldn't hold back any longer and I brought up the subject to her.She was very negative about it once she realized that I was serious. At first she just thought I was fantasizing and she went along. "Fuck yeah, baby," groaned Tony. He stepped up his pace and force, slamming into my wife's ass harder with each stroke. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." Yeah," Ally moaned. "Fucking cum, baby. Fill me up with that fucking cock. Oh my god." I tried to make eye contact with her again, but it was like she was someplace else, or I was invisible. "You're the best." She collapsed a little bit, and her head was now down next to mine and her chest pressed against me."Say that again. Say my name." You're the, oh. What next? Lines from Anna Karenina?"Bristling inside, Rebecca focused on her amber paperweight and wondered how many years she'd get for applying it to Mallory's skull, then breathed deeply, seeking calm. She found it on the fourth breath, brushed a thread from the slate skirt that hugged her bare thighs and crossed them. "Shall we return to the reason for your guilt?" Her eyes flashed across a circled name in her notepad. "This Antonio."Mallory returned the part-used cigarette to the box,.