I stared, mesmerised.Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at my butt?" she asked.I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her...to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my arms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My hands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them together and apart. My hand worked the hem of dress up, so that my hands could grab. "Very good. Now, if for some reason, you cannot get a babysitter, you must call me by tomorrow night, otherwise I'll assume we're on. And, slave, take your dick out of your hand." "Yes, Master", I replied. "Very good. Well, good night." "Good night, Master", we both replied.We both hung up the phone, and my wife turned to me. "God, I don't know if I can do that." I said, "Well, we can always say no." She said, "you don't understand. I want to do it. I want to take a hundred cocks, if Master. We had a couple of drinks until I could stand it no more and picked up her bag, took her by the hand and led her to the lift.We had barely made it through the room door when I was pinned against the wall and being kissed hard, I responded by pulling her close and stroking her body through her dress, noticing that I could feel no underwear as my hand went from her back to her ass. She started pulling at my shirt and before I knew it I was bare chested and she had started licking and nibbling on. So, we planned as to how should we go about and finally after a month of waiting, we got the chance as her friend was getting married in Pune. She was traveling there and I was traveling to on an official duty, so we planned to meet there and have fun whenever she is free. But she had other plans, she asked me to come with her to the wedding and to have sex in the wedding itself. It was a challenge which I accepted.We decided to meet first and discuss the plan everything. I messaged her after I.