Lisa thought for a moment, “I’d say about 200, that you know about and dozens more that you don’t.”“Now I do, you just told me.”“Wow, yo... sure are a fucking whore wife!” he said.“Thank you for the compliment and likely as many blow jobs, I love swallowing cum no matter whose cock it comes from!”“Fuck, what a married slut!”“My wife generally likes her fucking from her different men nice and hard,” Dan said and she smiled at him. Her head still turned, he caressed her throat and kissed her, the. .. then do me a favor,” I asked, “After you take your shower, get dressed (I pointed over to the clothes on the dresser), and then we need to talk. And don’t look like that (she had an absolute crestfallen look).“I promise it is not bad, but like I said, I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. Okay?”“Okay, Bill,” she said, “we’ll talk ... first. But afterward we are coming back here. Back to this room. Back to this bed. And when we do ... there will be no talking, just. Naked from the top. He pulled her pant with her help. Now she was only in panties. He removed his jeans too. He started to kiss her whole body, her smelled her armpits which were giving wonderful aroma which he had never smelled.He went between her legs removed her panties and started to kiss her pussy, she was oozing her juice. He started licking them. He widened her pink pussy lips inserted his tongue and played with her clit. She was screaming with pleasure. As auditorium was at last floor. Business that day was almost non-existent; we sold just one pair of tights all morning and a single pair of panties during the afternoon, and although we had had bad days in the past, I couldn't remember one as bad as this. Around 4.00 that afternoon I allowed Vickie to go shopping and no sooner had she gone than one of our best customers came in with her two daughters who rushed straight to the rail of new dresses, fully expecting their Mum to buy them at least one each. I was very glad to see.