I looked around the kitchen. I had planned on making alight pasta and grain hot dish with a cold salad. Ithought about cooking meat, but it was hot ou... and thiswas almost ready. I went about finishing dinner. As Idid I thought about the call. Why today was he bringinghome a stranger. My mind slipped to last night. My husband and I makinglove and the fantasy we played out during sex. In one ofour fantasies we’d been discussing another man. Jon hadoften told me he wanted to see me with another. Now she could feel his cock between her buttocks, not...entering her, just being there. “You are a very beautiful young woman, Ingrid, but there is so much you need to learn..”“I know”She was standing with her legs close together and without realizing it herself, she had bent at the hips, a tiny bit forward.“Not so fast, honey, we have plenty of time…She heard a soft rattling, as if something like a condom being opened. Then she almost jumped. He put a finger deep into her rear. “Can you get. “You filthy fucking whore. I am going to destroy your tiny ass,” I yelled as I slammed into her deepest depths, a bright red handprint still visible on her butt.Time and again I spanked her as I ploughed into her taut back passage. Slap, slap, slap went my hand as my cock ripped into her ass — but still, she moaned her pleasure and avoided the safe word. Looking into the mirror at the end of the bed I could see her tits swaying with each thrust and the look of passion on her face. Sometimes. Trying to be rational and working at keeping up hope for four hours with strangers is relentlessly wearing. Driving home in bleary misty weather didn't help either. By the time we'd gotten home, I was exhausted but Carol had snoozed in the car, so she was wide awake.When we got home Carol started making supper and I slumped in a chair in the living room. Seeing her buzzing around the kitchen and looking happy was good but it didn't help my mood because the second I thought about us, her laptop.