Thomas was living a dream, in his eyes. Thomas was living a dream in his own eyes, for that matter. He just couldn’t believe how it kept getting bet...er and better.He was still trying to think of a way to defeat her, at her own game. He actually felt like he was doing a pretty good job of just that, considering the things she was now doing to him. He couldn’t ask for anything more sexy than her strong hands on his cock. Well, actually he had ... and he had seen it, the day before. It was burned. Even as it was, Greta still looked beautiful to him. She was still wearing the expensive triple-strand pearl necklace he had given her on their tenth wedding anniversary. Douglas scooped up his spent and tired wife into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He ran a hot, soapy bath for her in the tub as he lovingly cleansed her sullied body. She was still sensitized from her all-night African lovemaking episode and she orgasmed when Douglas gently rubbed the sponge between her. Her mind recalled the taste of her own spunk, which she had been swallowing for a few months now.In her wilder moments she would often wank her cock and licked the spunk from her own hand, and yet this tasted similar but different, if that was possible. She did not realise that she was sucking and swallowing a stranger's spunk and therefore the taste would be slightly different.Then the voice inside her head told her to stand and to lie on her bed with her feet still on the floor. In a trance. This old fart came in and wanted me to follow his wife around. She was his trophy wife. For those of you who don’t know what a trophy wife is, I’ll try to explain. Her job is to look good and Doris is very good at it. She would basically go to a meeting with her husband and be eye candy while he did business. This old guy thought she might have been getting more than looks, and he was right. It was my job to find it out, which I did. I didn’t have to follow her long – in fact right after the.