When we got upstairs he pulled my dress off my shoulders and said let's take a better look at your sexy undies. His mate sat in a chair and just carri...d on looking at me, at my body. He stood in front of me and just kept caressing my body, sometimes my tummy then my tits through my bra, then my thighs. When I looked at his mate he had got his cock out. It was really thick – not particularly long – but thick. I kept looking at that.The man with me noticed were my eyes were and asked if I liked. Three months after she joined, I saw myself spending more time with her.We went out for coffee after work, sometimes taking a walk around the area before she headed back home.Soon, it turned into a compulsion.She stayed back everyday, sometimes making excuses with her husband so that she didn’t have to reach home early to tend to her kids.Our hands brushed as we walked. I sensed a deeper relationship that was forming.The brushing of our hands became intentional. And soon, we were holding hands. He looked up at me, clearly knowing he had wracked my body, and clearly pleased that he had done so. He withdrew his hand which elicited another cry from me. He was shiny with me, both his face from nose to chin and his hand from wrist to tip. He wiped his hand on my chemise. "Kiss me good-bye," he said. He leaned over me; I waited for the assault of tongue and teeth. That wasn't what happened. His kiss was gentle and clinging. It was almost more obscene because it was. Then, he left me there. What a fuckin' man I thought to myself. Darren lifted me up, kissed me tenderly and patted my cheek softly, "You are one fuckin' whore" he softly said. Breakfast over, we both showered together, he washing my tits and cunt; me cleaning off his cock and them drying each other off. I had been thinking about the other women he had and decided to take a chance and ask him, "Baby" I said "If I can get Joe's permission" "Do you think you might like to add me to your little group?" I asked. Looking.