The next day we headed off to the park. I had mentioned to my wife earlier in the day all about my grand plan. I also told her he probably wouldn’t ...ven show up. She at first was surprised at what I had done but slowly accepted the idea.There was several people out and around in the park as we got out and started to walked down the trail. My wife held onto a small blanket as I looked around to see if we were being watched. We walked about a quarter mile down the trial as I began to looked back. “Atta girl,” he said. Oh, happiness. Pulses of happiness. Praise me. Fuck me. Months of resentment and hurt feelings melted away. I tore off my shirt—naked now but glasses and ring. Mike pulled off his shirt. Too slow. I tussled off his jeans and yanked at his underwear. Out popped his cock.Oh. Wow. His cock. So wonderful. Tall, and thick, and veiny, with a purple head. And that scent, the meaty, clingy, slippery scent, and the soft, big, luscious balls full of my reward for a job well. ”She was not a stupid woman, and I’m sure she noticed me looking at Becky, Liz looking at me, and Becky turning to her mother before the three of us returned our gaze to Daffy.Becky was somewhat flushed. “I, er, was trying to sing,” she said.Daffy arched her eyebrows. “Really, dear? It didn’t sound like you were singing – more of a groan, or something like.”Becky moued. “Sorry. It’s why they won’t let me join the school choir. Can’t hit the right notes.”“Oh, I understand. Sara once or twice. She had never before arranged a business trip for personal reasons and refused to admit to herself that she was doing so now. Dan picked her up at her hotel and they talked of nothing in particular as he drove her to a small French restaurant. Over dinner, she found herself drifting away from the conversation several times as she tried to gain an understanding of what she was seeing and feeling in his eyes. Over coffee, she told him that she really didn't want the lovely evening to end (hoping.