I had to be secretive since Marie had never been keen on sex toys, eschewing them in favour of what she called the 'real thing''. Yes, I admit, I was ...lattered.The arrival of the device seemed to take an age and I carried out a rehearsal to ensure I could fit everything into place, speedily and quietly.That evening we had a pleasant meal, accompanied by a glass or two of wine and were relaxing at the end of a working week that had been mentally tiring for both of us. We'd only been watching TV. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Ungggh! Fuck my cunt, Henry, fuck my juicy cunt! Oh, ram it in, Henry! My pussy wants your prick!"Soon the humping unison fell into a fast needy rhythm, with Henry clutching Patty's hips and Patty holding onto his shoulders, her huge tits jiggling over his chest as she slammed her hairy pussy onto his cock as fast as she could. Suddenly she felt the bed sagging behind her, and realized that her son had joined them on the bed. Patty quickly sprawled flat on Henry's chest,. "I'm serious. A bunch of borderline anorexic blonds? Or a gorgeous woman who I wouldn't have pegged a day over thirty? No contest." She blushed, I pressed, "If you were single, I'd do you in a heartbeat." She looked at me and said, deadpan, "What if it didn't matter that I was married?" Swing for the fences, "I last considerably longer than a heartbeat." She paused, I thought I'd pushed it too far. Until she finally said, "Prove it."So I did.I walked across the room and pulled her into me for a. Not tonight. Besides, she’s my publisher here. – his face broke into a smile – It would hardly be professional conduct to fuck her, now would it? But… she’s not your publisher… -So you’d fuck her if she wasn’t your publisher? -I turned down Msfloozy last night, didn’t I? -Um, well, so you told me… There was anger in his voice now: -Melanie, I know I’ve told you lies in the past, online… when I couldn’t admit to myself, let alone you, that I’d… strayed. But you know perfectly well that I can’t.