" Why don't I bring her to Charlie's?" "I don't know." "Is there any reason you don't want us to meet her?" "No!" (Just the opposite!) "You're saying...that her husband lets her go out on her own?" "Yeah, he's quite well off and a lot older than her. He gives her one night a week to 'sow her oats' as he puts it." There were a lot more questions, but you have the gist of the evening. Fast-foreword three weeks of me making excuses about why my wife's not going to be there and I'm back at. All I wanted to do was shoot off. Of course, she knew that and wasn’t about to let me finish before she was ready.“You have to give me a couple hours between orgasms before you assume I can’t get it up. It is kind of related to how many times I have recently cum, but I cant’ say exactly. I’ve gone five maybe fifteen minutes on some occasions, and needed an hour on other occasions.”“mmmk” she murmured, not coming off my dick.I decided I could make one compromise. “When I’m not in town you won’t. “Hello Beth” he said “are you doing anything right now?” I chuckled and said “no, just sitting naked in my lounge room”. He laughed. “Listen honey, can you come and see me. I have something to tell you”. “OK Jack” I replied “do you want me to get dressed first or come as I am?” A few seconds silence and then he said “you are such a bad girl” to which I asked if he wanted to spank me. Then I said “Jack I feel naughty and I am sorry. I will put some clothes on and come over”. “Oh good” he said “I. What was going through his head? Was she in it? What was he dreaming about doing to her? That was that, she couldn't take it anymore.She peeled off her panties and tank top and threw them to the floor. She pulled the sheet back and reached into Obi's boxers to take hold of the prize she'd had her eye on all damn night. Obi slowly came to, not quite sure what was going on. In the dim moonlight he could make out Kamsi, smiling like a crazy woman as she stroked his manhood, stopping only to grip.