” “It was the very next day. When we met for lunch between classes she told me that she'd called a guy who'd been a regular fuck buddy before she ...et me. She'd made a date with him. They were getting together at his apartment that night. She assured me that it was just going to be sex. I understood. “You weren't jealous?” “No Michael, I wasn't. Love is about trust. Rachel assured me that this date was just about sex. If you love someone you have to trust them. I already loved Rachel, so I chose. "Please make yourself at home." I told her and she sat down on the couch.Despite what happened in the cinema she's still polite and a little uptight when it comes to herself. It made me ask myself if she really enjoyed what we did in the cinema or did she just do it to please me, to show me and to herself that she's a good girl.Only one way to find out. "Anja, how did you feel when we did those things in the cinema?" I was nervous but excited at the same time, like I knew it was wrong but I. Finally I chose a day. I couldn’t wait any longer. All the planning and waiting had made me so hot and horny tomorrow was the day. The surprises would start before my even woke up in the morning.The day started as usual. I woke up got showered and ready and left for work. My wife works from home so was still in bed. Before I left though I put a letter I had written to my wife on her dresser. Nothing erotic just a love letter.I was still driving to work when she called me. She said she had read. I am proud of all of my body, and definitely proud of my tits. At 32. my tits were still not sagging or droopy at all. I was thankful for all of the excersizes I'd been doing, keeping my tits firm and strong as well as my waist slim and my tummy flat. The skirt of the outfit was long, but had a split on the right side that opened all the way to my waist, so that every step I took showed off my leg and more to my waist. Before we went back upstairs to meet the others and start another fuck.