‘When do you get off work?’ ‘We close at 2.’ ‘Do you want to hang out after you get off?’ *a moment* ‘Sure.’ and a smile… ‘Come pi...k me up at 2:30.’ I practically dance all the way to my car. Then, of course, I give myself another little talk. ‘You’re with someone. So is she. You’re friends.’ God, these talks are fucking useless. It’s 1:00. I have not one damned thing to do for the next hour and a half. I make up errands to do. I go to the grocery store. I get my car washed… Twice. Why am I. My lovely wife smiled and asked me if I was going to let her try to be fucked by that black man… Anita then made a rapid movement under the table and took off her panties, spreading a little bit her legs, thus she was showing her shaved mound in the waiter direction, who was now looking at us… The waiter, whose name was Edmond, came again to our table with a tray of glasses. He had really now a huge erection. When he put down the tray on the table, Anita touched softly the head of his hard dick. He pulled into his driveway to see his wife's car gone, puzzled he went inside to find a note from her. It said her work had called her in early and that she'd see him in the morning. Tim went to his bedroom to change and was shocked at what he found. Layed out on the end of the bed were various items of pink lingerie. Tim seen there were nylons, garter belt, crothless panties, and a lace corset. On the corset was a note, "Tim, thought it be HILARIOUS to see your fat ass in this outfit! Put it. I am meticulous about rectal cleanliness. You can eat off my rectal sphincter.While still seated on the toilet, I took advantage of the privacy to try and squeeze in a quick climax. An orgasm had been hovering at the brink since we flew over the Rockies. While playing with my pussy with my feet pressed to the wall, I thought about the consequences of loosing.Jerry, John, and Roger were no problem. They'd be told that Matt did everything right, and therefor won me as a sex partner. I could see.