It was easy to meet Steve as he worked from home and had his own place. He always made himself available despite my restrictive schedule. We would mee... several times a month, always when my husband was out of town on business.One afternoon, I was feeling particularly horny so we made arrangements to meet at his place. Steve was very good at getting me hot and bothered with his texts. He knew how to push my sexual buttons. He had sent me several hot steamy messages that morning. By the early. No, No, I just, and then I did not know what to say, as I searching for the words. I looked at him and realized how manly he was, rather large, about 6 feet 2, 230 or more pounds. He smiled, and I felt a weakness come over me. He leaned towards me and whispered sort of in my ears. You look very lovely, and your legs; are those pantyhose your wearing? he asked. Um, yes, no. Yes I am, and no I don't know where my neighbors are? I let the door open fully and sun light engulf me and allowed myself. " He reached under the counter andpulled out a small bracelet. Instinctively I recoiled - it was a daintylittle thing, with a silver butterfly prominently crafted at the center,concealing the clasp."This should help with the sudden shifts," he said. "I don't know ifyou're over the worst or whatever, but-" Just give it to me already," I said, angry. "'Over the worst'? I don't-"I checked my jeans quickly with a hand, then turned my attention back up."I still have my dick, but I remember... I. I am up for almost anything."I began to get annoyed with Carolyn. Why did she say that Rick was a boring prude who would not be receptive to anything except missionary position sex followed by snoring? It was clear that she concocted the story because she wanted me to allow her to do it with Dave.I decided not to get mad, but to get even. I said "Rick, I think we need some training sessions for you. We need to be sure that your technique is correct when you give it to Carolyn."It was pretty.