Day after day we would talk about our hopes, dreams, and fantasies. She always wanted to have the perfect guy to share her white picket fenceddream ho...se with. I would have been happy with a guy that would talk aboutmore than cars and his latest quest to bed Lisa. Yes, I guess you couldsay I was a little jealous of the almost perfect goddess that laid halfnaked next to me giggling about the different ideas she got when a goodlooking guy walked by.We were both laying on chaise lounges talking. Her breasts were sizable, but what drove men wild was her ass. And she knew it.“I’ve been good. What’s good with you, Lillian?” I said.“Just working, trying to get through school,” she said. “And you? You want to see someone in particular or…”Lillian was an aspiring beautician. She was one of those girls that I went crazy for, but eventually just had a good relationship with. Nothing more. Nothing less.“Yeah… you know if Charlie’s here?” I said.“You and a lot of guys. She got you, didn’t you?”. Once the fish were destroyed, we washed our hands in the cabin bathroom and then ate our salad and bread more calmly.It was a very still evening, rarely a breeze and minimal when there was. The lake was mirror smooth, affording us the view of two different sunsets at once. In the reflected one, the sun was already behind the trees that grew on the far inverted rise, and so the blue of the water was rapidly being replaced by growing orange and red hues.It occurred to me, as I sat there sated and. The bastard also had asked my wife not to let me fuck her until after they had met… He wanted Ana to stand horny just for him.We finally got on well with Matt. He was a classy guy and my wife found him very sexy. Once we had a few drinks, we got back home with him in our car.They both sat in the back seat as I drove. I could see in the rear mirror that they started kissing as Matt’s hand moved up my wife’s legs…When we got home, Matt started to rub his hands all over Anita's body, up her skirt.