She reminded me again about her threesome idea. I was shocked by this confession because, how could possibly she act like a real whore? I only had...learned she only liked straight sex, and had only practiced this before our wedding ceremony. She had kept this secret, surely felt embarrased about this, and feared my would be reaction. After this first feeling, I realized how good would it be to see another guy breaking through my wife, and I began to consider this and gave it a second. “I haven't seen you around here before,” I said to her. “Are you visiting someone maybe?”“Oh no,” she said, her pretty lips spreading into a wide smile. “I have come to live with my Aunt and Uncle just up there.”She pointed back up the road in the direction from which she had appeared.“I am studying for a degree at the college and went home for lunch.”This time, as she said 'college' she pointed in the opposite direction, down the road.I was a little puzzled. She seemed too old to be at. There was one empty chair between them. Mr. Kareem Benson, one of the partners of the firm, introduced himself and motioned me to the empty chair next to him. As I passed him, he took my brief case and my coat.I could feel their reactions. It made my coochie twitch. The second gentleman introduced himself as Hasaan Johnson, also a partner. As I sit, I realize that the man behind the desk is you. I hadn’t gotten your name that day in coffee shop. You lean forward to shake my hand as you tell me. He looks good. So sister wants Roland. I’ll call him tomorrow while you’re out.”I had a trip for the next day so I’d be on the water, “Could you get him to come back here? And hey, how are you going to see him. You need to stay in bed.”She took her hand and let it linger on my thigh, “I’ll give him a call, get him to come for dinner. I’ll call out for pizza.”I then said, “Good, tomorrow night.” It had to be tomorrow night anyway.That Friday night turned into something a little extra special..