I told my wife about it that afternoon and she said she would do it and admitted masturbating while fantasizing about the possibility. We set up a da...e and time to meet the wife at a public place and everything went well Carrie was her name and she was not a 10 but was fairly pretty and very petite. It was going to be a go. We would park down from their house that Friday night. When her husband would get home from work and get into the shower she would call us to come to the back door she. "Yes! Yes, please!" I whispered. Soon my legs were on his shoulders and I felt him slide into me, watching his face as he seemed mesmerized by the way my tgirl pussy surrounded his cock. It wasn't long until I felt him getting close. He stopped for a moment and asked me to come to the bedroom. He helped me up and took my hand to lead me to the next room. The bedroom was large and there was a sitting area in the corner. He took a seat in a chair and beckoned me. I walked towards him and squatted. I was a lobster from my thigh to my ankles. And then on my biceps. Woke up Sunday morning in pain. I guess trouble truly comes in threes because by the end of the day I had caught a summer flu, which had been going around the office. Started wheezing, sneezing, coughing. At least it wasn’t the swine flu. But I started the week as a wreck. Just getting dressed in a suit was painful. I limped to my appointments, and when a late afternoon meeting ended early, I headed home. Moving slowly and. ”“Wait the plan was for you to go up there, Guy said you’ve done it before,” I try to explain and he stops me.“Stuart seriously I respect Guy but fuck who does what, I can still back you up if I need to but do you really want to step aside and let me do it or would you rather grab that little fucker by the head and introduce him to bad motel wall paper,” Desmond asks and I realize I don’t have a choice.Granted I do actually have a choice, I can just walk back down to the car and chicken out but.