She was and still is a five foot four one hundred pound spitfire. Her thirty four b cup tits never need a bra and she is blessed with a skin that tans...a lovely brown. Her mousey brown hair is kept very blonde and is cut with bangs. Even when we where dating she flirted with all my friends. And I learned after we had been married a while that all of my closest buddies had sex with her while we where going steady. A typical week day may be one that when I get home from work I'll find my wife. "'LUCKY?!'" Yes, lucky! Remember, I'm the one hanging on by my fingernails here. If push comes to shove and Alan is forced to choose just one girl to go steady with, it would almost certainly be Amy! And she knows it too. It's obvious, and it hurts! My ONLY hope is to hang in there, date Alan, get to know him a lot better, and eventually, like the tortoise and the hare, have an unexpected, come-from-behind victory. That won't be easy, which is why I negotiated this Deal, to buy myself some more. It was strange that during the following week how often she would arrive in the kitchen when I was in there. It now felt like I was the one being stalked, she would hang around like a little girl with a coy smile on her face, probably because she realised I was showing her some attention, something that she appeared to get very little of.After several meets, meals and drinks, I was agonisingly breaking down her barriers until one lunchtime drink the conversation got around to whether we were. Little did she know what Harry knew; tonight she would experience more of her deepest desires.From evening until the first light of dawn, they explored each other more. Laura’s fierceness between the sheets revealed her less vulnerable side. She wanted directness not tenderness with an urge to show him the kind of sex that her clients craved. Her alternate persona to the fore, Harry encouraged her to hide nothing and cast aside her inhibitions.First, he ordered her to strip and open her naked.