We decided to try a new bar that Melissa had heard about. “Delilah’s”. They had a Happy Hour. We dressed nicely. Black Bush asked me to wear my ...ew red corset and hose. I agreed. Melissa departed and we agreed to meet at 5pm and go out.My mood picked-up as I dressed later that afternoon. I admired my petite…okay, skinny frame clad in my new red outfit: corset, stockings and panties. The corset stopped at waist level and the garters were longer than my other garter belts. I liked the feel of the. My wife is a pale skinned green eyed redhead and this man was blacker than night. I loved watching her pussy open up as he slowly worked his cock into her. They fucked like that for awhile. Of course I had my cock in my hand and every now and then I would lean over and my wife would give me a little suck while she was getting fucked hard, deep and of course bareback. After a bit they changed places and she rode his cock while he played with her 36C tits. She was loving this fuck. This was her. ‘Am I offering myself some new gateway to pass through?’ I wondered. The first step off this cliff involved one thing: I had choice. And, hell, that is what I teach my clients. Choosing to move forward in challenging situations results in breakthroughs. It is my choice whether I am honest with Todd or not. ‘Well,’ I said a bit hoarsely, glancing upwards as if searching for help from some invisible angel. And then I took a deep breath, looked into Todd’s waiting eyes, and confessed. ‘I just. We start fucking and hit the button, then there is some woman on the other end talking dirty to us."Made since to me, and I felt myself getting hard. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there.