I don't care. Fact is, I hadn't found anyone who I considered decent enough company for the night so far.Never – I repeat: never – would I have ex...ected to get a text from Michelle asking me what I was up to the exact moment I was about to give up any plans whatsoever, order a pizza and settle for a nightlong round of Battlefield.I just thought, 'what the hell?' Let's just go out with her, right? I mean, what could possibly happen? We split up, like, four years ago. On good terms, that is. No. I wanted to be in charge and part of it. I wanted her to want to have the extramarital sex with me there. A threesome or even a swap. The thought of it gets me hard. The main thing is after it's over we return home together and go on with our lives.Love had nothing to do with it other than the feelings we had about each other. I read it in stories all the time. Hollywood is loaded with husband and wives like this. These men watch their wives play these parts and get felt up and everything but. I was sucking eagerly on this cock as I anticipated her finger fucking my ass. She had me stand, still bent over and pulled my skirt up over my ass and I felt her guiding me so that I was bent over, my mouth almost all the way against the wall and my ass against a hole in the opposite wall....I then felt a massive cock splitting my asshole and pushing into me.forcing me to gag again on the cock in my throat. Mistress again grabbed my hair and twisted hard....I felt myself sinking into. After a few minutes of the movie, Paul put his hand on her leg, just above the knee. She let it rest there, and was sipping her drink. She felt a hand on her neck, and first, she glanced at Paul, thinking it was he. She could see both his hands. What should she do?? The hand wasn't moving, only gently touching her shoulder and neck. She decided to ignore both hands. Paul's fingers began tracing small circles on her thigh. She was getting excited. She never realized that the alcohol was lowering.