Shoreline or Wharf?" Wharf?" Just the other side of the river. On Wharf Road." Oh. Let's stop there."In a few minutes we were there. It was still befo...e noon."You will talk to me later?" I promise." Any hints?"Rachel smiled. "Not really. I'm not happy and it's not clear to me what to do."After we'd eaten, I said I had to get going. Rachel asked the waiter whether she could sit outside and read. "Sure," was the response. She got a book from the car and I drove off.It turned out that I was at the. She regularly bought her coffee and lunch at a particular cafe and took a liking to the fellow who served there. It turns out that they had been developing a bit of a liking for each other over a period of time. The more she flirted with him, the more receptive he became and soon enough, they went on a date and became much closer as time went on. My wife asked me if it would be okay to have sex with him alone. Of course, I said yes as I’d often masturbate to porn and wear her lingerie when they. I leaned forward, whispering, "friend of mine from my old neighborhood. Man problems. He got drunk and violent and she was afraid she was going to get beaten up. Oh Elaine, the poor thing... no place to stay so she called me."My neighbor acted nonchalant, but I know she was absorbing it all intently. "Ahhh... poor dear..." she clucked.I was pretty confident my story worked. After all, Elaine Pachmeyer had no reason to think I would have a lesbian tryst, particularly in my own home."Yeah.. Now.As soon as we reach the car, you immediately rip off my bikini bottoms and your long, thick finger wastes no time going back into my pussy. Away from the public, I am finally able to let out an audible moan, and the sound of me enjoying the pleasure you give me further fuels your lust and urgent need to fuck.You start up the car, but as I reach for my bikini bottom, you stop me and order me to play with myself while you drive us back to the hotel. I lower the back of my seat and spread my.