Blushing, she slowly handed him the manuscript. She watched as the faded blue denim beneath the large silver buckle between his leather chaps began to...tighten. “Dreams like these should be lived my dear,” he mumbled as he read her story. “I am just the cowboy to make them happen.” He said with a smile. Kneeling, she reached up, flipping the buckle open and tugged the zipper down. Reaching in she freed his large cock from its confinements. “My god” she thought, ”He is much larger than my. I'd long been mentioning the idea of cuckolding me, but my wife was very reluctant of the idea. She had the typical reservations—how would it affect our relationship and having a mysterious guy inside of her. Slowly, she started to play along in the bedroom, but she continued to say, "This is as far as it will go" and "I'm only doing this because I love you."Things had started to shift, lately, as she'd become a lot more dominant than normal. Her new favorite thing was to get herself off in. "Bugger! I was just starting to enjoy that when your damned sister poked her nose in. There won't be another chance to get together now either." Mary-Anne had been enjoying our play and investigation just as much as me. "I'll need to give myself a climax tonight after that. Do you masturbate very often? I'd have loved to see you doing it and let you see me. I wish I was staying another night."I was flabbergasted at her frankness and extremely excited at the thought of seeing her playing with. She fully approved and took his arm as they went to the kitchen nook where cook was setting out bowls of soup.“Thank you for letting me get so much work done this morning. I had a lengthy phone call with the contractor working on our condos. It seems some people need to have approval of every decision. Yes, the marble tile is fine. Yes, both units should have kitchens. Yes, yes, yes. He could make the decisions himself.”“You don’t suppose the agent told him my name.”“That would explain a lot. I.