As i bent over she started caressing my tattoo on my lower back with her soft finger tips. i ran my hand slowly across her denim covered thighs. she s...arted to kiss my neck running her tongue up and down firmly. i started to unbutton her jeans exposing her white lace thong. i could feel my insides churning wanting her more and more with every second. i slowly pulled her over the sofa so she was laying on her back as i slid her jeans fully off. her milky white skin glistening in the moonlight. Three other passengers had alighted here, two of which were women, probably cleaners on their way home, both walking off towards the village together, bags in hand, chattering as women do, the man, obviously a regular, unlocking his bike from a signpost, clipping on and switching on the things lights and peddled away without a word, which just left our hero in the very empty drafty and dark car park in silent solitude awaiting his new if unknown “wife of the week!”. Gerald however, having. Then sat and removed trousers from ankles, shoes off feet and socks off same. Then stood naked.“I’m ready!” I said.She was staring at me with a wondering expression, then, looking down pointedly at my penis.“You’re not!” she rejoined. “You need to stiffen up!”“You need to strip, and I can assure you that stiffening will then occur without a doubt.”Of course I was right. She slipped her sweater over her head and unclipped her bra, allowing both garments to fall to the floor while she cupped her. Saturday night my cell vibrates, text asks, is he in bed? I reply, yes, why do you ask? I was then a bit surprised to receive his next stating, "I'll be at the door in 30 seconds". I was typing a, yeah right, response figuring he was joking when I heard a tap on the glass. He was in fact at my door, good god what was he thinking?I quietly opened the door and he slid in, gave a wink, and walked right past me and directly to my bedroom. My husband and I no longer share a room so once in chances.