She sat down at my table. By that time it was 3 o'clock, the restaurant was about to close and no one was in the room except you and me. Ah of course,...the owner of the restaurant was there, but he was in the other room, not minding to us at all.She looked into my eyes, then began to speak:- "Look who's back from the dead!" - she smiled- "It a-a-absolutely true - I stuttered.I was sweating a lot and I could't pronounce the words properly. Even my breath, with her sitting there, seemed to become. I was actually getting horny just looking at my wife.“I was sort of forced into having sex with the new client, he has this big condo, and . . .,” her comments drifted off for a moment, then she perked up. “I’m cleaning the living room area, and he comes down the hall . . . naked . . ., not even a towel. His penis is big, semi-hard and swinging back and forth. I kinda screamed a bit, and he says something about me liking his big cock.”Well, Cheryl tells me about how he stands in the kitchen. Beg for it you fucking slut! he ordered her. Please fuck me harder! Please! Make me your own dirty little whore. Your own filthy ass licking, cocksucking whore! Where was all this coming from? I wondered. How could she she acting like this? Danielle looked right up into my eyes. You know Im his whore! And you know hes going to fuck me in my ass with that huge cock of his! My eyes widened. My wife had never allowed me anywhere near her asshole. The only time I had suggested it, she had. ." Mom put her index finger over my lips, to quiet me and said, "I know dear. He is a sucker for tits, trust me, I know!"Her hand dropped from my chin to the top of my cami style top and the finger she had touched my lips with now moved with perfectly manicured nails over my soft flesh. She then said, "And to be honest, I am too!!!"She moved in and our lips met softly, almost not really. She stopped and when I opened my eyes, I looked right into hers. She moved in toward me again and as I.