"Who is this stud?"Carol stepped forward."This stud is mine tonight. Go poach someone else's date."Jennie had been staring daggers at Mark. I think th... cute blonde was just the excuse she needed to start."I call you and tell you to get a room reserved for us, and I come in and find you playing grab ass with that slut?" Hey, baby, she doesn't mean anything to me. We were just talking." Oh I see. You were looking for a quick fuck before I got here. Is that what it was about?" No, baby, you know I. For Alex it felt like he had green light and continued fucking me. C watched us for a little while and then interrupted me. He said he enjoyed the evening and did not want to spoil it for me. He thought it would be hot for me to spend the night with Alex and wanted to go back to our studio. I guess to end the bottle of rosé by himself. I asked if he was sure and he said “if you want to be a real hot wife then spend one night with him - see you for breakfast at the resto 10 AM”. I could not. The mental picture did it.Tom managed, “So how are we gonna do this?”Steve huddled over and they started conspiring. “You go home for lunch, so she’ll be expecting to hear the door, right?” “Right.” “Okay, this is what we’ll do…” Tom listened and smiled.The next two hours seemed to both drag and fly by as they unloaded the truck. * * *Kitty looked at her watch, bleary-eyed from reading email. She got up from the computer, stretched, and noticed wetness from her clit sliding around nicely. He’s addicted to our illicit lunches, frantic and thrilling as he pulls the clothes from my body, desperate to paw at my succulent breasts, to push his hard, throbbing cock inside my wet, willing cunt.I can’t decide whether I prefer fucking him in the office or at the H. There’s something yummy about the H, with its expensive, plush interior, the pretty receptionist smiling in recognition at us, as we check-in for our regular fuck sessions. I do enjoy booking by the hour, and we always have a.