We sit and order coffee, passing time until the room is ready. Conversation flows easily between us. He makes sure I'm still okay with this, that I do...'t want to back out. On the contrary, I've never wanted anything more.Coffee finished, he raises an eyebrow and says, "Shall we?" He stands and takes my hand, leading me towards the lift. The heat is building between us, the months of desire threatening to spill out as we enter the lift. As soon as the doors close, he pulls me to him and kisses. She shifted her neither lips, with a finger, to make her point. Her smell of sex was also in the air. I had to restrain myself, as both of us my hubby and me, enjoy neat and clean pussies. “bai i never shaved before but i will enquire with my husband if it is ok with him,” was my reply. My husband was much more excited when he heard about the incident and the date of appointment. On the pointed day we both had bath. My husband had to be restrained, from having a go at me before the arrival of. He would do perhaps 10 laps. I would do maybe 2 or three. But it was fine as his fitness meant he could make love to me for longer that the 10 minutes I had become accustomed to previously. I soon realised he had a fetish for uniforms. Maybe because he always wore one. First he brought home a woman’s Army uniform. Of course I was meant to wear it sans underwear. I often wondered if it was me he ravaged or someone at work he fancied. Next was a latex nurse’s outfit. Actually that one really. She's got another hole we can use. Get her on her knees." I looked over and saw that the man talking was the owner of the company that Darla worked for. The man fucking her pulled out and helped her change position and then he drove his cock back in her. Max, her boss, stepped toward her and Darla had her mouth wide open for his cock while he was still a foot away. She even leaned forward a bit to get to it sooner. This wasn't the woman I had married. What in the hell had happened to.