She dropped me and instantly I got a message on WhatsApp. Number saved Mr. Writer. I sent some smiley to her.The day passed. Same night on the bed, I ...as checking the message. I saw her online. I checked her profile picture. She was in short skirt and off the shoulder top. She was posing like a model. I messaged her. She replied back after 5 min. We had the conversation on different kinds of stuff. Soon we become friends. We often meet outside for coffee, sometimes a walk. Days were passing. Mere pass koi table chair nhi thi so mene bed pe hi use padhana suru kar diya. Wo mere left me baithi thi is liye use notebook dekhne me dikkat aa rhi thi so wo mere pass khisak aai. Ab uski thigh meri thigh par thi. Me kisi tarah control karne ki kosis kar rha tha. Kuch der baad wo kuch or aage jhuki to mera left hand jo mere ghutne par tha uske boobs ko touch karne laga. Me anjan ban ke baitha tha. Padhte hue hi mene tirchi nazar se dekha to wo sar neeche kiye muskurai rhi thi.Me is chance ko. Lately, it's been several notches at once. It wasn't too long ago that shefound my stash of porn. There were loads (and when I say loads, I mean LOADS)of movies, stories, pictures and the like. Needless to say, she wasn't toohappy about it. Most women probably wouldn't be. She took it rather personally. I was embarrassed. Even thoughmost men like porn in one form or another, try explaining that to your wife.I didn't want her to think less of me. Losing her love and respect wouldbe. Lola knelt on the bed and said ” Put the buttplug in me please Poppy then I'll do you. Then we can fuck with the dildo. Danny, can we suck your cock 'til you get hard and we cum please?”“I think I can oblige with that but don't make me cum or you'll spoil your surprise”They sat on the bed facing each other and then they slid the buttplugs into their tight little assholes then Lola slid one end of the dildo into her pussy while Poppy did the same. I stood at the side of the bed and let them.