I was in my best black button up, I rolled the cuffs twice, had a black shirt underneath on and my lucky jeans, custom faded from years of wear. I was...looking as good as I could. I rang her door bell. I heard the unlocking of her door and there she stood. Just like in her picture, her eyes shimmered with some glitter around them. Her lips glimmered in the fading light, her black top curved in all the right places, her jeans clinging tight to her prefect form. She was all ready, to get taken. For those that haven’t read my other stories, Anna is my friend’s wife, and she’s recently been exploring an open relationship. I was one of the first to reap the benefits of this arrangement, but more partners also seems something that she’s really into. She recently approached me about letting her use my spare room to fuck (a safe place to screw that isn’t her home) and sold me by telling me I’d be able to watch. So now that everyone is up to speed, I can give you the quick recap of how it’s. "What time did Adrienne say she was coming back?"I scowled, the act of searching through my brain physically painful. "Noon. Said we'd pack up and go then."Brandi nodded. "You should eat something first. Go get dressed and I'll fix you a plate."I winced and started to turn away, but the search through my memory also pieced together some of the things that had happened last night. I stopped and touched Brandi's arm before she left. "Uh, did you see Gwen?"Brandi sighed and nodded. "She left a. . Their limo said Just Married on it, and they looked perfectly in lust or love. We happened to be coming up on them when I took a closer look. The accent coming from the female just got me and made my cock start stirring. There was something so alluring about a sweet southern accent on a sweet southern belle. The perfect apple bottom with lightly curled long blond hair, and the perfect creamy white complexion. Her goofy looking husband looked like he might be a computer nerd. Smart girl.