On the other hand, I was getting bolder and was taking it as a hint and wanted to act upon immediately and fuck her but something in me was telling me...to slow things a little.I was about to leave for my house but she insisted to have lunch and then go. I agreed and we had lunch together. Every time she bends down to serve food on my plate I use to stare on those soft boobs and really wanted to feel them for once. I felt as if she was intentionally trying to show me her boobs but maybe I was. Strangely he didn’t do anything for a while, just looked at me. I turned my head to look at him and he was smiling a gentle smile of pleasure as he took in the sight of my bottom waiting for his enjoyment (and mine of course!). Now he leant forward and his hands began to stroke my back from my shoulders to my bottom. Tenderly caressing me with a tingling touch. Then he focussed on my bottom, kneading the cheeks, squeezing together then apart to expose my (still) tight little rosebud. He was. Branden showed up with two other men this time. All three of them took me to the front room. They did something they called ‘making me airtight’. I had a cock in all three of my holes at the same time. I hated it. I hated being touched. As soon as they left, I ran to the shower and stayed there till Roy got home. I begged him to hold me. Just hold me…. he did… I love my husband.April 2nd: I’ve made the decision not to fuck around on Roy anymore but, for some reason, no one showed up today. Roy. I grabbed an old tee shirt that she could wear and showed her into the guest room where she could change, “Take off everything that is wet” I instructed and went into my room to change and all I could lay my hands on were my tatty old boxer shorts which if she didn’t approve of I could always change.I was just pulling them up when I saw Maisie standing at the door, “Oh wow sir, I love your shorts” she said with a giggle which answered the question straight away, “Thank you Maisie, they’re good.