Russell’s dick twitched. He unlocked the doors and Freddie climbed in the SUV.“Hey sexy,” Russell delighted.“Hi, daddy,” Freddie lisped. “...’m so glad you hit me up tonight!”“Oh yeah,” the five-foot-ten, gym rat asked as he pulled back onto the street.“Totally! My pussy needs your dick bad.”“You’re gonna get it!”They arrived back at the house. Russell parked in the garage and let the door down. He led Freddie’s fat, five-foot-eleven self into his home. Freddie knew exactly where the master. When the new wears off, what then?” he asked.“Has the ‘new’ worn off your marriage to me?” she asked, her voice purposely without emotion, which triggered Jeff’s ‘Oh Shit’ alarm.The Prime knew that he was suddenly on very dangerous ground, indeed. “Di,” he quietly said, “please don’t try to equate what they have with what we have. You know damn good and well that I love you even more today than I did the day I married you, but those two in there don’t have the same background, and we don’t have. I wanted to see how far I'd let him go. So I did. Without me resisting his advances, I then felt his hand move from my thigh to my pussy. I let out a sigh but kept my eyes closed. It was strange because part of me honestly wanted him to stop because it was wrong. But there was a part of me that was enjoying his attention and like a d**g wanted more.He began rubbing my pussy through my sweats. I was frozen. I didn't move. I didn't resist. My mind was saying "STOP" but my body wanted more. I was. "See you in forty-five, sweetie."she said with a chuckle. Stevie continued toward the dressing room,seething in anger. Most of the stage personnel, all women of course,had witnessed the exchange and were smirking. Out of the corner of hiseye he noticed Jane Walker, the female star, had Louise by the arm andwas confronting her. Stevie was mostly irritated at himself. No woman was going to be shownup by a male in public. He thought back to the three months he hadspent with Louise, and shook.