I quickly pulled on my sweater and jeans, sans underwear, then followed him. He was at the front door when I caught up."Chris, wait!" I touched his fo...earm then pulled my hand away.He stopped but didn't turn around.I tried again, letting my hand linger this time on his shoulder. "Stay. Please."His hand fell from the doorknob. Still, he kept his back to me.I glanced at the living room window. White swirls blustered about under the dim light from the street lamps outside. "You don't have your. I’d just been on my first, solo foreign holiday, which I’d taken partly to get over breaking up with my fiancée (I’ll call her Paula - a beautiful black girl, who I’d been with for the last five years).I arrived back at work, to find that there had been a new appointment to the Accounts Dept.: a small, middle-aged, jewish lady called Stella, with a bubbly and slightly flirtatious personality, who would be responsible for paying my wages. We were introduced and she commented on my deep suntan,. She wriggled with obvious pleasure at my stare.“I’d swear you were perving me just then,” she said, “but I don’t mind. You’re not so bad yourself.” I’d managed to keep fit through sport and regular tours of duty in the army reserves. I smiled at her compliment.“Thanks Sis’. You’re looking extra-gorgeous, by the way.” She filled her jeans and tight blouse very nicely. I had to look away then. I was having wicked thoughts about her and I just had to.“Don’t look away, I appreciate the compliment. I took off all my clothes and laid flat on the bed. My husband came out of nowhere, naked, and jumped on the bed and buried his face in my snatch. He started to lick my snatch clean and was turning me on. After a minute he mounted me and started to fuck my gooey cunt and soon spewed his seed deep into my cunt. He collasped on the bed next to me. He asked me about the man I fucked earlier. I told him I did not get his name, I met him in the bar after work. I told my husband he was a short, fat,.