"Sure." I looked at the clock it was only three in the afternoon. While he was getting our beer. I hollered into the kitchen. "Why are you home so ear...y?"As he came back in the front room he took a pull from his open beer and simply said. "It's raining."“Damn.” I thought “How could I have been so stupid.”While he was in the kitchen. I managed to turn off the tape, and slipped on my underwear. I was pulling my shirt on when he came back in to the room."You didn't have to do that." He kept. After an awkward moment of silence in the massive room, I heard papers rustling and slapping down on the desk. ‘This is our schedule, fact sheets on who you will be meeting and guidelines for appropriate conversation topics. I have us booked for a dinner party this evening, so, that way you will recognize some of the faces at the opening gala tomorrow night. Did you select a gown for tomorrow, with Deborah?’ ‘Yes sir.’ I replied robotically. After a few tense minutes, Mr. M flatly stated, ‘I. I stuttered something incoherent, my brain not quite working properly due in large part to a majority of my blood flow having been directed to lower places. I had watched her with lust in my eyes since I hit puberty, I wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't some sort of dream.I was still trying to process what she had said when she closed the distance between us and pressed her lips against mine. The sweet flowery scent of her shampoo and body wash filled my nose, her lips pressed firmly. Soon, I saw that the pleasure was overwhelming the slight painful feeling of the initial insertion. Linda moaned in pleasure as my finger gently worked and massaged her anus. I added a second finger, gently inserting it deeper as I got better at manipulating my wife’s fine ass. I knew I’d have to get her ready before I slid my much thicker larger cock into her now-aroused and anxious rectum. “Go ahead,” she quietly moaned, pushing her head onto the floor. “Take my ass”. She turned her.