The hostess was already clearing up. I figured she’d be dropping hints at the last remaining people to go home soon. “What’s up?” said Zak, lo...king at me with genuine concern. “I’ve missed the last train. I guess I’m going to have to sleep in the park or something.” “Maybe under a bridge?” he grinned. “Or in a doorway?” “Something like that,” I replied, sighing. “I don’t know how I let this happen.” “It’s ok, Buddy. You can stay at my place.” “Are you sure?” “Of course. Jessica’s out of town.. I checked the clock on the desk of the sitting room to find it already 10:21. There would be people and family to thank and say goodbye to. Then, their decision. It was still early. So, I waited. I stood at the window in the lingerie and sipped champagne provided by Celine. Another bottle awaited them in the next suite. While gazing out over the channel to the city lights beyond, I caught my reflection in the window. I appraised what I saw. I was obviously very familiar and comfortable with the. I never answered, until, after another week, I got fed up. I let her know she could talk to me one more time. I also told her there was no need to repeat her gibberish about loving me, like last time. She'd better cut the bullshit and come clean with me. I liked that line, it made me feel a bit like Dirty Harry, although I knew she would not make my day ever again. Or night, for that matter.The restaurant was rather dark and did not have many customers. It might be because of the food, but that. " she breathed. Now my wife seems to have this blessing/curse when it comes to cumming during sex: she can easily cum... very easily... but she usually needs to be missionary for it to happen (because I can push-up inside her while moving my body against her clit...). "Lay down," I said. She was so drunk on sex, she was past caring what I was up to. She slid off my cock and laid down on the back seat. I grabbed the waist of her jeans and her panties. "I'm taking these off." She bit her lip and.