For a couple of years this was how things worked. She would call me at work to let me know if a fuck session was going to last past my normal come hom... time. This way I could stay away until after she was finished. When this happens she would call to tell me to come home. She was always showered and dressed when I got home. I started looking on line at sex sites that posted stories of the wife having sex outside the marriage. One night I was reading a story on my favorite site when my wife. " The next day, Helen was jogging from work in a sweat suit and sneakers. Susan was sitting on the bench beside a fountain when she saw her. "Helen!" Susan called, still not use to the heels. She toppled over and into the fountain. "You okay?" Helen asked, fearing that she might be responsible. "If you get sick, it might be my fault. Guess it a good thing that I keep some spare clothes in my office in case of some chemical or blood accidents." "Actually my apartment isn't far from here." Susan. I looked up as I saw her tight little pussy with a capital A shaven onto it descend upon my face, and moments later I felt a warm, wet feeling on my lips that I had been longing. My tongue wormed its way between her tight external lips and found her hardening clit. I played with it, toyed with it. With my tongue I would gently rub it, then back away, making Alexia beg for more. I resumed licking her with renewed vigour and enjoyed the muffled groans of pleasure that I heard from the other end. ‘Nicely done,’ I said not sure if that was a compliment or an insult. Daniel didn’t look even a bit abashed. ‘Well it seemed like the only way I could get you to talk to me.’ He put some liquid in a vial then looked at me again. ‘I’m Daniel Anderson.’ ‘I know. Amy told me.’ I put some other liquid in the vial he had put the first liquid in and watched a light smoke appear. ‘So do I get to know your name?’ He asked leaning close to me again. Suddenly I could smell him. It wasn’t a bad smell. It.