That’s right. Mr. Asshole would be working during my comedy show, the one his wife so thoroughly enjoyed… In my dreams, right? At least it was fun...to think about. Fast forward to Thursday. I talked with the company’s event manager and, to my surprise, managed to successfully get my set cancelled that night and just take half pay. A couple of hours later, while I was killing the afternoon at the bar, Mr. Asshole stops by and makes some snarky remark to me about how maybe I’ll be allowed to come. We laughed. We ate. We fucked. I shot a big load in her cunt and she sucked me clean and hard. I shot a big load in her ass and she sucked me clean and hard until I delivered a third load down her throat. We slept holding each other all night.In the morning, we got up and made some breakfast while kissing and touching. Beth said, “We either need to get out and do something or go back into the bedroom and do something.”“The dishes can wait. Let’s go to bed.” We did and she mounted me sliding. He took his index finger and traced his way down the middle of her body. Slowly, he started in the valley between her breasts, and made his way to her belly button, where he stopped. He looked up at her and smirked, with a possessive look in his eyes. She was still wearing his shirt though it was now open and bared all for his eyes. He was hers, he thought, and he could not wait until he got things settled in London so he could come back and convince her to live with him. Marry him. The thought. I stared at it till Lynn said.“I am going to put that on and fuck you with it before we fall asleep.”I gasped.Lynn sat up on the bed and strapped the dildo on before telling me to get on my knees. She put her hand between my legs and told me I was wet enough already.She used her hands to spread my bum cheeks, and I felt the artificial cock force its way into me. She didn’t stop till she had bottomed out in me.It was firmer than a real cock but still felt good. Then she started to fuck me, and.