But still there was something she wasn’t saying, she could see it in her face and her posture.“You’re lying!” Roxanne exclaimed with a smile. ...��You are so fuckin’ around on your husband! Who is it with? Anyone I know? You’ve got to tell me everything, hon!”“I am NOT cheating on my husband!” Julia huffed but had to look away. She never could lie to someone’s face.“I’m not cheating on mine either,” Roxanne winked. “It’s not cheating if he knows about it, right?”“What do you mean?”“You do know that. He already made a hotel reservation near the stadium for two nights. He planned his route for his nine-hour drive into Chicago. What he forgot to mention was that he was leaving very early so he could have extra time in Chicago. The game was an early one, so he could leave immediately after and unless the weather held him up, he would be home several days before her without needing another night in a hotel. Leaving early gave him Friday night, all day Saturday, and even Saturday night to try. He then rolled her off of him and got out of bed and guided her limp body to the edge of the bed again. He helped her sit up and offered her more champagne and they both drank and kissed. I couldn’t believe that he had not cum yet and was so patient. He then helped her to stand, took her glass, placed it on the nightstand, turned her around and leaned over her. As his hand spread her ass cheeks, he talked into her ear:“You know that I want you ass in the worst way.” He said “Why do you deny. I was almost purring with sexual contentment.“So you liked the floorshow?” I giggled “We’ll be doing another in a moment. The guys will fuck me and abuse me! Do you want to stick around for it?” I questioned.“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Hubby smiled with a naughty twinkle in his eye.“Should I get changed or stay in this outfit?” I asked, still stroking my shaved slit.“I like this outfit, and judging by the amount of spunk you swallowed, I think the guys like it also!”Hubby continued.