’ ‘Yeah. Sure, ma’am.’ Mike grabbed his working pants and took something from his wallet. He handed it to Sally saying: ‘This is my card and...my phone number. Next time you can call directly to me, ma’am!’ ‘Thank you! I will!’ she smiled warmly. Mike Crawford left the house. Sally was still in her lingerie only. She took a quick look at her Hublot. In about thirty minutes she had to leave if she wanted to be on time for the meeting with the author. There was enough time for a shower but before. Perusing through them thoughts came to mind, unbidden, but very stimulating. Soon I was in a very serious way, horny, as I had ever been.Breaking away from my reading, thinking about the whorish and slutty ways these wives enjoyed themselves had put me into the mood to do something that I hadn't done since High School, that being to masturbate. Which became a great release for the fire inside me.From that day on, while my husband was at work, his wife read and masturbated. His collection grew. ‘Common Patrick, spread these pussy lips with your tool.’ ‘Honey, there’s no way I can fuck you and not jizz. I’ll just have to watch and make up for it Tuesday.’ Francis rose from the bed. ‘That’s not the answer I was looking for.’ She swooped up the white faux fur rug from the foot of the bed and draped it over the hope chest against the wall. Then she grabbed her husband’s belt and unbuckled it. Ignoring his protests, Francis opened his fly to fish out his dick. Patrick was sporting a semi. I had a huge hard-on. She looked down at the same time as I did and giggled. “Is that because of me” she asked coyly. I blushed – “Ah, I guess so. It appears to have a mind of its own!” When she smiled her whole face lit up and I was a goner. Raising her eyebrow she teased “And what were you thinking about? Anything I would want to know?” She really knew how to get to me. I just sat down – a little embarrassed. During breakfast I was thinking about how open about sex we had become since.