I am not going to tell Sandra, because she doesn't care. He mistreated my ex-wife, Sandra's mother, and her. I do appreciate you calling to let me kno... though. If you're going to be home tomorrow, we might stop by so Sandra can see your wife." Harry, you and Sandra are welcome to come by anytime you want to. My wife will be overjoyed to see her again. I bet she has grown two feet since we saw her last. I am not going to tell her tonight because she would be up half the night. We'll see you two. I pick up a little hand, kiss your palm and inquire, "Did I say you could touch me?"You draw your hands back like you had touched an open fire. Looking down, you blush even deeper red this time. "No, you did not. Sorry."Gently, I take your hands, put them behind you. "That's how I want your hands, unless you are using them to please me."Your nipples get even harder. "Okay," you agree.Running my finger up and down the crack of your ass, I demand, "Tell me what you thought about." Feels really. Moments before, her need for her husband's cock had been strong. That need for a man's cock inside her hadn't abated at the discovery this wasn't her husband beneath her. If anything, that need had intensified. What she felt now was white hot, seering arousal. Still, she fought against it."Eric?" she whispered down at him, searching the darkness, but already knowing it to be him.He didn't reply. He merely pulled her mouth back down to his. He kissed her as he slowly lowered his hips. Madeline. This is not a run of the mill affair. What if…”He cut me short. “Soni, I have read Joy well. Everything will turn out very well—for all of us. While I shower, you can change into one of your sizzling hot negligees. Let’s give our son the greatest show on earth. Why only him? It will be a great experience for all of us.”While Suvendu showered, I started slipping on to my skimpiest negligee. I visualized how the two men, my husband, and my son, will be exploring my body. The image of two.