Is that man carrying a grenade? Is that girl calling in mortar fire? The closest cover is the tree, or the low wall just beyond... Kieu-Linh's skin se...t shockwaves through his paranoia and he felt his body respond to her touch. At first, it was a focus, just a focus that lanced into his delirium with a warm, pleasant aura, then it became a salve, spreading slowly, coating his edges of confusion and fear with calmness, with love. Kieu-Linh started to hum to him, like she had that first night. She was an incredible fuck, and he didn't want anything jeopardizing that, especially her dumbass husband. He quickly reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Michelob to distract Dave. "Hey, bro, you look like you can use a few cold beers tonight."Reggie's face beamed as he handed Dave the beer. Dave really had no inkling that his gorgeous wife was getting fucked by a big black cock when he went to work. How could Dave possibly be that ignorant? But it was working out well for. The second marriage was the opposite, ‘Very unromantic, but reasonably successful’. We could have kept it going, the second one, as two people that just lived together in the same house, but it was getting increasingly loveless ... and almost completely sexless. We were both in our thirties and only having sex about once a month. Once she turned forty, her sexual clock set itself for ‘Off’. Completely and entirely. I started a bedroom calendar notation of how often we didn’t have sex, and her. I turned, only after Suzi closed her eyes as she unhooked her bra.Xiomara had on a thick sweater. We could dress in thin shorts and t-shirts or thick pants and sweaters and no one was complaining about feeling cold or warm. I started chuckled to myself and looked back to Suzi.“You can come in now,” She said, very clearly enunciating every syllable. I started taking off my jeans.“Oh!” Suzi closed her eyes again. Hannah whistled. I turned, smiled, and blew her a kiss. I pulled off my shirt. I was.