We figured out that we were on the same page and talked about various scenarios that we could play out. Eventually we decided that I would come visit ...im. He told me that I was not to cum until he finally allowed me to. I visited him…… We went in the front door and he led me to an immediate left into his bedroom. I already knew that I was to instantly strip. While he watched, I stripped down and put my clothes on the bed. I then knew that I was to spread my legs and put my hands behind my head.. He murmured with pleasure. ‘Now that’s something my wife would never, ever do! She would call that filthy! Dirty! Depraved! But there’s nothing in life better than relaxing with a glass of scotch whilst your cock’s being sucked by an experienced lady. Mmm! You’ve got a wonderful, sensitive, hot tongue. You know just where to lick. But being a bit drunk, it may take me a while to come. So enjoy it!’ And Janie did enjoy it! She worked her tongue under the foreskin with relish, running the tip. Toast for breakfast. I ate slowly, thoughtfully, wondering what Christina was doing. Wondering what Lauren was doing. Tracing the steps back to when this duality began. I won’t be able to do this for long, I thought to myself. I switched on the TV as I finished eating. Some soap opera drivel. I marveled at how screenwriters can be so incredibly wrong when describing relationships. Then, suddenly, I kicked myself for not asking for Lauren’s phone number. She would certainly have done something. He did not hesitate - could not - and, seeking her mouth with his, sank his tumescent cock deep into her slender, yielding body. She moaned against his lips, and he groaned back, amazed at the feel of her, so tight and hot and vibrant. They fucked honestly, greedily: him pounding his slippery cock into her vice-like cunt with long, regular strokes, his balls slapping gently against her slick skin, her urging on with rhythmic contractions, meeting his thrusts with sharp thrusts of her pelvis..