Sorry, it takes me a bit to get to the phone.’ A lady answers. Her voice is a little smoky with a slight drawl to it. ‘I hope to God that you are ...alling about the ad.’ ‘Yes!!’ Damn, I hope I didn’t sound freakishly overly excited. ‘I saw your note at the store and thought I’d call and see if you found anyone yet.’ ‘Hell, you’re the first since I pinned that damn thing up two days ago. Aint there anyone out there ready to work anymore? So, you think you might be interested?’ ‘Absolutely. I have. She breathed in, at first through that small hint of fear at what she was allowing and then in an attempt to leave room for his hand to work it’s way through the barrier. All thoughts of caution had left the room now, he was lost to the feel of her flesh, she to his touch and the strength of his desire. A small moment of awkwardness broke the drive, each fumbling with the belt of the other, followed by shy giggles as they both took a second to look deep into dilated eyes, seeking permission. I closed my eyes and felt tears running up my eyes “it’s ok baby” he whispers in my ear and held me tight. He didn’t have to do that but he was being gentle. I let go and held him hard as tears continued to run down my cheeks, I didn’t make any sound not wanting my husband to be mad at me. I looked over at them again and this time he was on top of her missionary style and her moaning got louder. I was watching my husband fuck another woman… but I did agree to this. He caresses my back and. My moans increased as his lips trailed down my back and I felt his tongue press against my arsehole. His hand kept slamming into me as he licked and penetrated me with his tongue. The warmth of his mouth on my hole was intoxicating as he massaged it and I could feel his erection stroke me every time I backed into him, deepening each thrust. His pace picked up, making me shake against the cushions while he puppeteered me with his hand and mouth. His teeth sank into the flesh of my arse cheek.