Following her into the kitchen, watching her arse in the tight pants made my cock stir, she offered me a soft drink which I declined, and then I asked...her if she was free on Sunday for lunch. Looking at me she asked about the wife, and I said it was her idea, she also knows about last night. She could smell you on my cock and face when we fucked later.“I know I saw you 2 at it,” Nafis said, “Yes we know, we saw you. I guess before we had been too busy / drunk / d**gged to notice”. I said “I see. Oh, my.Outed.I just sat there with this fat, dumb smile on my face.A few days later Taria told me she was coming to Boston to give a paper at some kind of history convention. She teaches history at some little college a long way from here. Being a little cautious, she didn't mention where or when--just said she was coming to Boston. Still, she knew my husband is a history professor, so she must have guessed I could find out pretty easily which meeting she was talking about. I've been to those. ” “I told you to choose or else I will make the choice for you.” “Your hand – your hand sir, ohhhhh, I’m sorry, I will be good, I promise!” I moved behind you and lifted your skirt up a little, bringing your cute bum into view, and exposing your little red thing. I let out a small moan in admiration, hopefully quiet enough that you didn’t hear. Whack, the first slap came without warning and you let out a yelp. Whack, whack, whack, 3 quick slaps. I then rubbed your cheek a little where I had. The game plan was for us to go to a costume party. I told you the Big Easy never gets dull. It happened that Betto Almeida, the famous Brazilian body painter, was visiting, so we were eager to be costumed in paint, and only paint. I chose a peacock feather mask all in Mardi Gras colors (green, purple, and gold). It sticks out about a foot to either side, and I’m almost 6′ tall with it on. It’s really cool! Jess got one like it, only hers looks like flowers, in the same colors. Mine is mostly.