I nuked that and sat back in my recliner and let the boob tube lull me to sleep. I awoke at midnight and put the dishes in the sink and went to bed. I...called in sick that next morning and told my secretary that I was to be in meetings all morning and then again this afternoon too. I was not to be disturbed by anyone, especially my wife, but if she really needed me to call my home phone.Day 2, Morning:I waited for my wife to come home to see what she would take and if she would even show up. I. Keller would have paid it. Instead I said nothing. I was just going to give him a freebie. I had screwed things up enough and was in enough trouble that it was probably best that I just keep my mouth closed, in a figurative manner that is, and move on. And hope that all this could go away. In that moment I slipped my tongue out and started to swirl it around the tip of Mr. Keller’s hardening cock. I could feel the softness of the tip against my tongue at the same time that I could see his cock. He just then and there said; “I am buried in her as far as she can take me!” “Now it is time to fuck her!” That huge dog cock of his began pulling out drawing my wife’s pussy outwards with it and snap back, then draw outwards again and snap back until he had pulled somewhat out of her pussy, my wife going ape shit as she was forced to feel every tiny bit of it from her bottoms depth to her clutching cunt lips. The juices pouring from between them like his cock was some pump. Heading for the kitchen, Scott caught his reflection in the dining room mirror and froze. What the Hell? His clothes had changed! What was he doing wearing a sports shirt and dress slacks on a weekend? And he looked a lot younger. Moving closer, he ran a hand over clean-shaven cheeks. There was some sort of makeup all over his face. And his hair was actually styled, like one of those movie stars.A scattering of gray roots suggested he wasn't really younger. He was really trim, though, like he'd.