I was fully hard again and wanted to fuck her. Oh how I wanted to fuck my wife at that moment. It was as if the mystery man was there in the room with...us.As I eased my aching cock into her she opened her eyes and looked at me. Confused a little at first and then aware."It was almost like he was here wasn't it? Fucking me as you watched. Oh god it was soooo goooood!!!!" and like that, we were both cumming. I'm not sure, in her mind, she was really fucking me.It was a neighborhood party a month. .. Let’s do dinner at my place instead.” That told me that things were worse than I thought and she was worried I’d come unglued in the middle of a restaurant.“That bad, huh?” I asked dryly.“Let’s just say that I want to talk in private. Pick up Chinese and meet me at the house. Marty’s gonna grab some, but his bowling league is tonight, so he’s gonna give us some privacy to talk.”Something in her tone told me that there was a real chance that I was gonna lose it when I heard the details. “What. It was much more comfortable than the daybed. Tilting the recliner back, he looked at the small television with a built-in VCR wondering why she would change the guest room in that fashion. The remote control was on a small table by the chair. Next to the remote control was a note. Idly, he picked up the note and read it with a frown. He wondered why she wanted him to watch the television in this room when the living room had a much larger and better television.He sat up straight with his mouth. .” “I suppose he designed the uniforms then?” she asked, rubbing her smooth thigh against his growing bulge. He smirked “I had a hand in that, and it was a good choice judging by how you look in it.” Stroking a hand up my leg to the front of her knickers, which were now distinctly damp, his two fingers traced a slow circle over her clit through the silky fabric, it throbbed, aching to be touched. Mmmmm. But still, she didn’t appreciate his arrogance. “Figures,” Chloe raised an eyebrow, “they’re.