Those desperate brazen whores he picks up drunk in bars, fucks wildly, drains in the fading moments of pleasure, wipes their memory and drops them off...back where ever he found them. They disgusted him, the entire act did, it was only by necessity to live that the act continued to carry on. He felt nothing for those women, that’s why he always went with that type of girl; the complete opposite of Lola. Those harlots with their curve less, petite, tanned bodies, dark brown eyes and short blonde. We made love right there for her to see Linda sucking my cock and then fucking me. I also had Linda saying out loud how we need to invite a woman to join us sometime. How nice it would be to make love to a third for the both of us. How she wanted to taste another woman. She played it up well, really not knowing if my mom was watching or not. We just took the chance she was. Well the next day we got the answer to that, mom got on cam with us and was laughing and said we put on quite a show last. After prolonging getting out of bed long enough, she set foot on the floor, the carpet of his bedroom tingling her bare feet. She walked over to his closet and found one of his white shirts, which fit her with plenty of room to spare. She walked into the kitchen, where she was greeted by Miles Davis’ horn playing softly on his sound system, as well as the smell of freshly brewed coffee. A coffee cup was sitting on top of a note to her that read, ‘Out of milk, be back shortly.’ She poured the. I had just decided to make myself a sandwich when my phone buzzed on the table next to me. I smiled when I saw it was a text from my wife. “Hey so that fantasy of yours... were you serious or was that just dirty talk?”She was referring to the night before, while she was mounted on top of me riding my cock I had told her about wanting her to become a Hotwife. About how I fantasized and jerked off to the thought of her fucking other men. It was a fantasy I had brought up before during sex. “I.