"Even though I still had at least an hour of work left to do, there was no way I could concentrate on work. All I could think about was her statement,..."Don't Come Home Yet" and the fact that there was man with her...probably fucking her right at the moment. I tried to figure out who it might be. But there was no way I could do that; it might even be a guy I don't know and have never met.I had mixed emotions about the situation. On the one hand, the thought that my wife was having sex turned me. She was home on time! What happened? She told me that she had left little hints for him, but that he didnt seem to catch on. She waited for him at her car in the employee lot, but he didnt come there. So, finally, she drove home. I told her that she might have to be a little more direct the next night. On Saturday, I was watching our kids. After putting them to bed for the night, I waited up for her. At the usual time, she arrived home. But another car pulled in after her! She came in and told. "Do you realize how pretty you are," I said to Salwa. "or should I tell you?" You should," she said.I stood up and pulled her up into standing before me. Then I plastered my lips to hers and kissed her. She was taken by surprise. Then she kissed back. We kissed deeply for a while, my hands roaming over her back and ass. She wrapped her arms around my head and ground herself into me.Grinding my bulge into her mound, I kneaded her buttocks thoroughly. Then pulling the hem of her dress up over her. Men wanted to fuck her and more than few had. She liked to fuck, most of the boys she had grown up with would rather drink and play backgammon or golf. By the time they got naked they were often pitiful as sexual partners. The boys and men she had fucked at college were different. She could afford to be very picky, she eschewed the preppie assholes who dominated the campus. She liked her men decidedly more macho and manly, at least when it came to a fuck. She’d date and fuck them for a few.