The first thing he noticed was that he was lying flat on the cold, marble floor (again?) and his back was killing him. The second thing he noticed was...that something wonderfully warm and hard was pointedly gouging him in his lower belly just above his pelvis. His dick was squashed against something equally warm and very soft and sending him signals that required his attention. He realized that that was what had awakened him.The uncomfortably pointed object gouging him in his gut moved, suddenly. He pulled out and whispered into her ear. She rolled over onto her back and lifted each of her legs up back behind her head.Her black lover then ordered me to get over and taste my wife…I hesitated for some seconds, but finally crawled over to the bed and got down next to Anita’s pussy. It was red and swollen and was leaking a generous amount of salty semen.Suddenly I felt Deshawn push the back of my head into her pussy.I just went for it. I slurped and swallowed his cum.As my wife’s pussy was. It made it easier for me to remain in charge Wednesday through Monday. I was certainly happier."Do you have something to say to me, Daniel?" Mistress questioned."No, Mistress," I replied before I could even fully think my response; I didn't need to think. I knew what I needed, what I craved. I would find some way to hide everything from my wife. I loved Sarah with all of my heart but I couldn't give up my Tuesdays."Count every stroke," she intoned loudly. "If you miss a count, I'm going to. Ah, I forget his name. Doesn't matter. Perhaps he'd express his thanks and appreciation for your assistance another night." Paul, now I need to apologize to you. I'm sorry, but I misled you. Clint – his name is Clint Wilson – Clint sent the flowers as an expression of admiration, not as a thank you, and the dinner engagement tomorrow evening is a date." Hopefully a romantic date, she added to herself.Paul didn't speak for a long moment. "I see," he said, his voice flat, resigned."Do you, Paul?.