" No, I'm not!" You see, last night he let me fuck the three Italians who have built our new kitchen." Sure, it's true, and sure it was great." No, I'...l tell you about it later. But I think he deserves a reward, don't you?" Do you think we could make Majbritt join us?" You would? That's great." No, not today. I intend to fuck him silly right now, but some afternoon next week." Yes, I know that. But I'm sure Erik can manage to leave the office for an afternoon, so your husbands won't suspect. It was Whitney, her friend that she confided everything to. She saw the door was cracked a bit and walked closer to see what was going on. She had no top on, and no bottom save for a pair of panties. He had his jeans on, but no shirt. They were close, his hands on her hips. "Come on, baby. Just this one time. It'll be fun." Whitney looked down, as if she was thinking. She looked back up and smiled. "Okay. Just let me get some protection for you." She leaned in and kissed him, and walked. ” I said.“You look a lot older with your clothes on; quite pretty. We’re going to miss seeing you walk around.”I blushed and quickly left.The trip home was quite uneventful, I was making a mental list of everything that I had to get done before Ryan got home. I didn’t want us to have to go out for the whole weekend. I had things that I wanted us to do which didn’t involve clothes.Talking about clothes, I thought about the new dresses that Ryan was going to buy me.I went to the airport to meet. We said something about the weather (that it was a nice day to be outside, and that sort of chatter), and then, seeing their nervous uncertainty, I decided to make the first step, and I asked them, point blank, if they'd liked a blow job; and to my relief, they both said that they definitely were---that is, as long as I was the one giving the blow job (they were adamant that THEY weren't gay, just horny---as if that made any difference)!"No problem!" I replied, smiling.The one who said his name.