No wine, and not next to him, but at least she was there and ready to give her version of just what the hell was going on.Mel first took a step back. ...hat is he apologized, for making a scene in the bar and agreeing that he needed to call Nick and apologize. Fine. But he felt hurt (Mel wanted to use the word betrayed but figured that had too much meaning. Save that for future use). As Mel remembers putting it, “Tracy, it was just a shock to hear Nick talk of what you and he were doing, and I. How?” I stammered and slipped under the safety of the covers.“I know about it.” He said, “I’ve been reading the erotic stuff you’ve been posting online...it’s good, I like it.“NOooo, I couldn’t...how did you...”“Never mind about that. Just go print out a your latest story, I know you’ve been working on one, and read it to me right now.”“NO!” I said flatly, stubbornly crossing my arms across my chest as I remained flat on my back beneath the covers, but my heart was starting to race.It was. I arrived at the time requested and knocked on the door,i was greeted by another gentleman who i had never seen before and who invited me in and instructed me to go and wait in the drawing room until someone came and got me.I made my way to the drawing room and sat and waited for about 10 minutes when the lady of the house came in and greeted me in a very nonchelant way, like i wasnt fit to lick her boots,she gave me a bag and said put these clothes and il come back for you in awhile and she. "That's it slut, cum on that big cock!" I growl in her face.She does. Her legs give out and you feel her pussy clamping and releasing around your shaft, over and over.Within moments she is lifted off her feet by your final thrust. "AHHHH. FUCK, FUCKING BITCH!!" You cry out as your convulsing cock shoots rope after rope of your pent up load deep into my wifes quivering pussy. You push so hard and deep that she is pushed tight against me. My back is to the car now as you sandwich my wife between.