For a moment a white-hot surge of anger went through me; I honestly believe that for the first time in my adult life I could have committed violence a...ainst someone, either the man or my slutty wife.I went into the spare bedroom, and unpacked my luggage. I opened my laptop and logged into my office server to catch up on any matters within the last 12 hours. As I logged in, I saw the icon for my home security system. Maybe it had been activated so that I could see what had happened. When I. "He'll be all right as long as he doesn't try to hit me again," I replied. I rolled off the condom, let it drop to the carpet beside him and started looking for my clothes."Call the police, Nora," the old fart wheezed. I guess he could finally breathe again. I finally noticed a woman standing by the door, a stunning brunette clad in a sexy black cocktail dress. I could tell by the family resemblance that this was Bonnie's mother but Nora made the younger bitch look plain in comparison. My prick. A lot. The images I have in my mind are extreme when compared to most people. 'Being made love to' is not my sole desire. I do desire romance and I want it desperately, but that's not all. I want more. Much more. I don't want sex to take five minutes. I'm quite sure a five-minute fuck could be mind-blowing. But not all the time. And I don't want it to be a chore. I want it to be passionate and I want it to be hot. I want to explore what is possible and I want to be pushed beyond what I've. Can you help me out with that? No strings attached just a blow and go.” He looked all around, perhaps expecting Candid Camera or a pimp. Then he looked at me again, up and down, smiled, and said, “Count me in!” I led him to my car. We got in. As I slowly backed out of the spot, the 30-something guy walked passed, smiled, and gave me a small wave. I drove to a quiet parking lot a few blocks away that I am VERY familiar. There was no small talk. I parked. We unbuckled our seat belts, and I moved.