It became another ritual each night before we had sex.We had several possibilities, and Tina began corresponding with a few. One guy who at first didn...t seem a good match kept making the final cut. Frank was a well-known attorney in his mid-40s who looked much younger except for slightly graying temples. He looked to be in great shape. He explained that he was happy with his wife of nearly 20 years except for a lackluster sex life—kids, work and a hectic social schedule left her with little. And then she went all quiet and I could see her thinking. After that we just talked about other things.’ I’d rubbed the last drops of cream gently into her skin and then straightened up. ‘You’re a special person, Ulrike Fischer, and if you want that in writing I’ll be happy to oblige.’ She rolled over and pulled me into a hug. ‘You’re special too. Now let me get dressed.’ Predictably, she hadn’t been ready when Magda arrived and had shooed me out, claiming the delay was my fault. I told them. I leaned in to kiss her neck gently and nibble her ear. (I knew from our chat how much she liked this.) Then I slide my hand down over her soft belly to her panties. They were soaking.“That’s enough foreplay,” she laughed. “Fuck me.”In a moment she was on the bed, on all fours, arse towards me. No time to waste, I unzipped my trousers and shoved her panties to one side, slipping into her wet pussy in one swift movement. As I plunged into her, she rocked back and pretty soon we found our rhythm,. You know I wouldn't do anything to stop you, that's for sure, but don't you think holding his wife's bare tit in your hand is worse than a bitch slapping?" I moaned into his ear. "Or undressing her right here on the dance floor?" I added, taking his hand from my breast and putting it on the next button of my dress. "Isn't that what you said you were going to do? That's so much better than just bitch slapping him, isn't it?" "Yeah, maybe it is, and I did say I intended to undress you right out.