He wasn't wearing underwear. His eyes were glued to the movie screen. He couldn't tell how old the woman was. She was Chinese, maybe, with short, blac... hair. She was small, but her breasts were large, with dark nipples that the delivery boy was now leaning down to suck on. She was giggling as she pulled his head tighter against her tits. As this was going on Reggie was softly and slowly rubbing his cock. He tried hard to stay still, with little movement of his arm and hand, and he was taking. He has never gone without sex when he has wanted it; I have never used the old headache excuse, or "I'm on my period", or even the old standby "I just don't feel good tonight." I've always been ready and willing. And my husband is no slouch in bed either; he has always been able to bring me to multiple orgasms and he has always said that taking care of my wants and needs is his first priority. And its not like I was inexperienced when I met my husband. I'd had several lovers before marrying my. I couldn't help but think that the essence worked its way to my body as well and a shower before I ate was a nightly ritual.I threw a couple pork chops on the Jenn-Aire and rifled the freezer for a veggie to go with them. Thirty minutes later I was washing the dishes already. I wasn't sure if being a neat freak was a curse or a quality, but I wanted everything to be right all the time.I sat in my easy chair and thumbed through the paper for barely 5 minutes when I heard a car in the drive and I. I liked the idea; as a young man, I had fucked my wife sometimes on the dining table.After the experience of last time, I decided to prepare my body thoroughly. I did not eat since the evening before our meeting and had an enema that evening. Fred told me that he would arrive at my place at noon. I had taken a day off from my work. I planned to have a deep enema again at nine o’clock that morning. Before I had time to do that, Fred send me a message that he would come much earlier than planned..