I stepped into the shower, and washed. Twenty minutes later, a light flashed, and a feminine voice asked me if I wanted to terminate the intruder. I...told it no, I didn't."Activate guest pass to Master bedroom."Light nodes on the floor lit up near me, and I walked out of view into the kitchen. Footsteps up the stairs told me that she took the hint. I opened my freezer and retrieved some exotic rum. I took two good size glasses, and filled them partially. Each had perhaps four shots worth. Tea and more snooze in Elizabeth's swing chair. Could this be my life? A typical Sunday? Gave up trying to concentrate on essay and went for more under-gardening. Bliss. Then R with a bundle of theatre tickets - unobtainable! Tonight - Rigoletto - Monday - concert in the cathedral - Wednesday - La Sylphide. Weepy because Elizabeth had booked them. Good - but not perfect - solution to the evening problem. More leftovers for dinner - well tea really. What luxury leftovers! Showered - tension. .. The screen slammed behind David with a crash that sounded like Eric Carr decided to die on stage rather than with dignity. Sarah's tits hit David's chest well before her lips even came into focus. To say Sarah had large breasts would be an understatement. They were large enough to keep him occupied for hours but her lips were more to his fancy. He had grown nearly addicted to the taste of her lips and she never said no to a good tongue battle. Never mind that the door was open he figured. My wife is quite shy about sex but when she is really in the mood, she can be quite adventurous. As we lay in bed one night we started talking about our fantasies. I told her that I have always fantasised about sharing her with another man as the thought of watching her being fucked by another man has always really turned me on. She was quite shocked at first but as we spoke about it I could tell that she was quite turned on by the thought.Nothing was mentioned for a few days and then during a.