I rose a finger, got up and went off to the corner and answered the call. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey babe, how’s the meeting going?’ It was my boyfriend.... ‘Hey babe,’ I whispered. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just in the middle of one right now. I’ll call you afterwards okay?’ I offered. ‘Okay… I got home early today. I’m already home. You better be home soon. I can’t wait to just touch you, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.’ he said. Our busy work schedules have left us with hardly any time in the bedroom together, so. As usual I performed my hosting and fluffing duties before Geoff took my mistress upstairs. Around 12pm I dressed into my suit and prepared to leave. My mistress had allowed me permission to be out of my chastity cuff for the meeting, as it was an important one, however had insisted that I wear a pair of her panties under my suit as an invisible reminder of my status as her cuckold. About 15mins before I was due to leave they both came downstairs and my mistress told me that as I had been. Yes you do. Kara will be your partner,your pool date. I will watch the two of you for a few minutes and then go back to the hotel. I have a football game I want to see. But you got to promise me you will walk my wife, your date, back to the hotel room. I don’t want her to walk there by herself I told Roy.I then looked at Kara. Maybe I should had cleared this with her first. “Yes game on” she said.As we were leaving Kara gave Roy a peck kiss on his lipsKara and I walked back to the hotel room. It was an interesting half-year, to say the least. She often reminded me of the Helen Reddy song, “Angie Baby”.About a month into her stay she met me at the door and said in a voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “I want your sperm.” Shit, I couldn’t get the front door closed fast enough. She has NO filters. “You what?” I asked.“I’m craving male sperm. I need to suck you off.”Holy, fuck! She didn’t wait for me to agree; she just dropped to her knees in front of me, opened my jeans.