." That was as far as she got."It just seems that if he really liked the parties, maybe if you acted more like at the parties, he might, you know..." ...ean, can we ... can we not talk about him right now? I should never be with you like this, but I am, and damn! I want a good fucking so bad!"All along, Sean had been thinking about how he could tell his women about this. Celeste really had surprised him. Before he knew it, the damage had been done. Of course, this was an eventuality that had not. I told him part of the truth: Nancy was supposed to call me later in the evening. Did he want me to ask her about his wife? He said no, it’s OK. He would be patient and wait for her to call him.I hate to admit it, but thinking of his wife sneaking out with my wife to go dancing with strangers was a little exciting to me. I pondered the chances both of our wives were keeping us somewhat in the dark about their real plans for the evening. The thought caused my dick to twitch even more. At first I. As we finally went our separate ways, us with hisphone number, him with the false one, we were carefulto have him to drop us off away from our house. ***Two months later, we rang him and met him in a pub, heimmediately assumed the dominant role again, sendinghubby to the bar, me sitting next to him, his armaround me.As he stroked my tummy, with my hubby sat opposite, Ibroke the news. He had gotten me pregnant. “OhMichelle,’ he said enthusiastically. “that’s. "Look at me. Do I look like I don't want it?" Maxie didn't need telling twice. He kissed Jesse, hard and fast, breaking contact only to rip his own shirt off over his head. The muscles of his shoulders rolled in the soft light from the kitchenette. They shuffled back until Jesse's calves pressed against the bed and fell backwards.Lips brushed and touched. Bruised. A whirlwind of bliss made by teeth and tongues. Jesse's heart thudded in time with Maxie's, their breath was short and loud, the air.