“Rehabilitation” as they called it.John knew better than to keep his Mistress waiting. He flushed, zipped himself up, turned out the light and exi...ed the bathroom. He made his way to the living room knowing just where she'd be. It was the same place she sat almost every day after returning from her duties.Sure enough, there was Mistress Alexandra in all her curvy, mocha glory. She was seated in the middle of the plush leather sofa, her cock already out as she stroked it up and down hungrily.. I first met her in the breakfast room it was too crowded and I took a seat opposite her and said Hi to start a conversation. We chatted for some time briefly stating our personal lives. I lied to her that I am married and my wife is expecting. We again met over lunch and we briefly talked about the seminar and her course. She also enquired about my wife and I called up my fiancé just to back up my lie. We agreed that in the evening we would go together to Charminar area but some pearls and. She said yes of course before I said anything. So now I couldn't sleep but before we laid down she said hey we can try that threesome you want. Orr try the hotwife thing we talked about during sex once in a while. I kinda would be ok with it here in our place he's kinda hot if you want . Well I said no but she didn't like that answer but she laid down like I said I couldn't sleep after all that kinda wanting to say yes kinda wanting her to cheat kinda wanting her to just be like I'm doing this. “Have you tried?”She sighed. “Yes, Ron ... and you’re not the first guy to go looking for it, either.” She regarded him. “I’m sorry that bothers you, but it’s the truth.”“I’ve done some reading on the topic. The G-spot’s really the root tissue of your clitoris ... it comes down and wraps around your vagina. If I can stimulate it in the right place...”“What you’re doing feels nice. I need stimulation outside in order to have one.”He rested his left hand against her mons and slipped his finger.