I would make sure that they knew that they didn’t have to do anything, that their husband already had the contract. It was then that the kissing beg...n. I have to say that I treated every woman/wife with respect. I didn’t just fuck them but made love to them. I’ve learned that it’s the intimacy that women really want, married or single, they wanted to be kissed, massaged and loved. I would always go slow while they disrobed. After kissing I would usually kiss and gently rub their tits. I. “There’s something else.” I said I led her to the stairs. “Hey, I thought we couldn’t?” She asked with a wicked grin and bit her lower lip. I brought her to my bedroom. I had emptied all the bathroom drawers my ex used to use for her personal stuff. And showed Lindsey, “these are for you. If you want, I’ll send you a link to my Amazon account. Just put whatever you need in the cart and I’ll have it shipped here.” I turned because she grew silent. She leapt into my arms crying and kissing me. .. STOP IT!She got up without another word and moved beside my chair. I turned my chair so she was between my legs. All she had to do was kneel down, lean forward and win the bet. She started to kneel down. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion."Wait. I had a condition," I stalled.She grinned at me, confident, too confident. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort. I was helping with the grill cooking some burgers and hot dogs the ultimate munchies when your high out of your mind. I saw somebody I’ve never seen before a 5’4” black hair goddess I had the best high that I’ve had in awhile. Looking over at my friend mark. “Hey bro! Who’s the girl with the blue shirt by the fire?” I asked. That sentence seem like it took forever to leave my mouth. “HUH!” was what I got from him “Dude wake up.” I said chuckling because I knew he was just as high as I was.