“Sondra…we gotta be careful with this. I mean…one, most people won’t understand what’s going on…and two, other women…well…especially ...omely school teacher types…well they might be in it for themselves, if you know what I mean.” “What are you saying?” “What does she look like?” “Well…not real great…she’s got this bull-dyke haircut and I swear she’s got an Adam’s apple like a dude…and no tits to speak of…kind of a big ass…and she’s got a belly that’s--,” Sondra began describing the woman but her. He pulled her blouse out of her jeans, undid the last button, and swept both of their shirts open. They were skin to skin for the next kiss, the first time since summer.His hands were on her warm back, technically not an erogenous zone. He had sworn, however, to make love to all the parts he had neglected recently. If their culmination was denied him until the wedding night (and he was in no position to argue about that) he would rehearse the first act of that night until she felt as deprived. She just didn’t want Rod to fuck her in the ass. Rod had begged and pleaded, even gotten on his knees. Jeanine just thought that ass-fucking was gross and not normal. She once even called him a deviant. After looking the word deviant up, online Rod told her to go fuck herself. Rod had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work, but that didn’t keep him from asking. He just had to fuck that ass. Then one day after hours of pleading Rod heard the thirteen most beautiful words he had ever. We can get ready without being rushed.”He strokes her hip. “I think we might have time for something else.”She playfully slaps his hand away. “We can’t do that. I just finished my shower. Besides, there must be a rule for cuckolds that the wife’s lover gets firsts.” She whispers in his ear, “And the cuckold husband gets the seconds. Or even sometimes thirds.’“The cuckold husband does like seconds and thirds.”“Isn’t this exciting, two days in a row, the husband gets seconds.”Mike doesn’t say.