”“Plugs can be fun,” he said, as he began to get control of himself.The laughter seemed to wash away the fears and apprehensions that I had been...having, and from the look on Nancy's face, the same was true with her.As the laughter died down, Peter moved and sat my wife on his lap.Well, it's starting, I said to myself.“Harriet, strip for us,” my wife ordered.I was a little surprised by her word but answered with a curtsy, “Yes ma'am.”I started to do what I thought was a sexy dance and they both. “Oh, you are too kind,” I coyly reply. “Now get off me!” I bark in my typical straightforward demeanor. Nathan laughs and smiles at me. “Alright,” he says. He gets up and heads into my bathroom where he flushes our condom. Meanwhile, I hurriedly put my panties, skirt, and corset back on. He comes into my room and smiles at me as he pulls on his dress pants. I sit on my bed. Oh, this is it, I’m never going to see him again, oh, damn. But then he turns to me and unexpectedly says, “Hey, let’s go. We have had a pretty active sex life whenever I am in town (yes I travel a lot, at least a week every month in my high flying job in an US multinational). Lately though, it is getting monotonous a bit. We start with the same routine, we kiss, lick each other for sometime, then she sucks me and then I return the favor making her wet and then get onto missionary style while sucking and pumping her boobs and cum inside her after about 10 min or so of hard fucking (she tied her tubes so no chance. Stephanie looked down at her breast, smiling at my tentative fondling, and said, “You’re very gentle, and I like that, but would you like to take my top off? It might be easier for you.” She smiled at me, an incredibly sweet smile, considering what she was saying. “Okay,” I said, and I gently lifted her top up, as he lifted her arms to let me pull it over her head. As soon as I saw her black bra, a cold, tingling wave of excitement passed through me, and I gently put my left hand on her.