The restaurant hostess seated me, and I nervously waited for my best friend’s wife. I felt ashamed that I was meeting Joyce alone in this way, thoug... I wasn’t doing it for the same reasons that I suspected Anna and Mike were meeting.Joyce came through the restaurant entrance, scanned the tables, and spotted me. She pointed to me, looking at the hostess, and walked across the restaurant to take a seat at my table.“Roy?” she asked fearfully. “Are you sure? Do you have proof?”“I am sorry, but I. My wife Charlotte was on the rag and not feeling well. So she took a few sleeping pills and some wine and was out of it last night.I went into Jaimies room and pulled the covers off her as I put my hands over her mouth, startling her. When woke and was afraid, then realized it was her Master and she responded. I removed my hand from her mouth and she asked, "Master, what about Charlotte", I just said, "follow me" and I roughly pulled her out into the garage, I needed a quick hard fuck, I. “Move a bit closer then,” thankfully we were on the motorway so Brian didn’t have to fuck about with gear changes as he stroked my cock, his hand felt rough and warm as he played with my genitals. I was determined I wasn’t going to get turned on too early for I had fallen into this trap before, for once I had come it was usually a case of ‘give me your arse’ or get out. In the past I had always chosen the latter but for some reason things seemed different and perhaps just perhaps this time I. She started to slowly slide her hand back and forth eliciting a moan from Fletcher, she then brought her mouth to his head and licked away a drop of pre-cum, Fletchers legs almost buckled and he slid his hand into her hair, she looked up at him swirling her tongue around his tip, Fletcher moaned quietly trying thrusting his hips trying to get deeper into her mouth, she anticipated this however and leant backwards, so only his tip was in her mouth, he tried not to mewl with need. She looked up.