“What? Why? What happ---- did I hurt you?” Glenn was frustrated at being blue-balled, but his concern for my wife was genuine, and first and for...most.“No, silly. Sit back in your chair. Hurry!”Glenn appeared totally confused as she practically shoved him down into a sitting position. Amanda smiled slyly at him then bent down to kiss him on the lips. “You’re not the only one who’s fantasized about getting kinky in your office,” she whispered in his ear.Glenn was suddenly helpless. “Dear. It was very obvious what was going on. Waves of excitement, fear, and anxiety flowed through my body, and I could feel my heart pounding in my cock.I looked to my right, and there he was, an older man, as they tended to be in the lots, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing aviator sunglasses with mirrored lenses. He had thin blonde hair that was beginning to bald, but an attractive, well-tanned face. From the sitting position in his car, he appeared to be tall, with. She had one of those "cat that swallowed the canary" smiles."You seem to be getting along well with Brandy," said my loving wife. "That's great" she said, but something in her tone told me it wasn't great.Later on after dinner, we were lying in bed, and I could tell something was up.I decided to break the ice myself this time, since last time was so good."Go ahead Beth," I said, "I know you want to talk about something." Well sweetie, Marge says that experimenting and trying things is good for. .?"Leslie smiled pleasantly. "I thought I'd make up for the teasingand laughing." She leaned forward and kissed Deanna on thecheek. "After all, you are still my boyfriend." She smiled again."Well, sort of." She took Deanna's hand and led her to the table.Deanna slit into her chair, and Leslie eased down. "Your hairlooks much better. And no tear stains." Then Leslie frowned."What took so long in there?" In response, Deanna dropped hergaze, her face reddening. Leslie's mouth opened,.