The clock read 9:00 a.m. so I had slept for almost eight hours. Finally, I remembered why I set the alarm.In a panic, I searched the top of the bedsid... stand and the dresser. There it was, there really was a card with Angel's name and phone number on it. The card read Angelina B. Garibaldi, Chief Financial Officer. The logo of her company was in the upper left hand corner. Flipping the card over, I saw I wasn't imagining it. My Angel really did write her cell phone number on the back.First. I loved it. Fred signed my husbands contract then and there. We sat around for a few minutes more with fresh drinks to toast the new contract and our future couplings. Then Andrew and I got dressed and headed for home. In the car I started to worry about this new twist to our marriage. So Andrew, I hope you are happy about securing that contract. Are you happy about how you &hellip, how we got Fred to sign? Was that what you had in mind when you asked me to dress as a slut for dinner tonight?. Alicia!, Would you spread your lips for me, please? After a few minutes of showing Josh the details of Alicias pink petals, I moved the camera down lower, showing her legs, then her feet. I want to see Alicias ass So Alicia turned around and I aimed the camera at her arse. She bent over and pulled her bum cheeks apart to give Josh the view that he wanted. Wow! Thank you, Alicia. Youre welcome. Now I want to see the cock that has been fucking Rosalie. OK? Josh adjusted the camera, then stood up. We would then cycle the three miles to our road and stash the beers at the old bridge. Well on this friday night, we were all having a good time, chatting and taking the piss out of each other as we normally did, when we saw some people, through the dusky evening air, walking towards us. We quickly hid the cans we were drinking behind our bikes and sat leaning on the bridge wall. We thought it was some adults investigating the sound of our laughter and the merriment coming from us. We must have.