Much to my relief, his smirk did not budge. Instead, his hand reached behind me to stroke at my ass a little. “Climb onto my lap,” he ordered sim...ly. I hurried to compliantly position myself against his groin, my thighs on either side of him. “Rub your clit. We need some lubrication.” I leant back a bit and supported myself with my left hand resting on the chair’s edge in the space between his knees. My other hand reached behind me to find my clit from the back and pressed it in hard circles.. Or at least that was what she’d told me for the entire year that we’d known each other. Looking back it’s hard to believe that I never noticed it sooner. What other reason would she have had for going back to visit her friends after we moved? That’s not normal. She’d never actually been loyal to me. Jasmine was just another whore. So like I said, in retrospect it shouldn’t have been a shock when I came home and found her rolling around in bed with another man. I should have expected it and. Mandy held the wicked thought of how hurt he would be if he knew that as she read the story she was putting herself in the place of the rapidly wanton wife in the story and was envious of her escapades with various studs and illicit lovers as she had glorious and copious amounts of sex outside her happy marriage. The chapter she had just read had the wife, Linda visiting, on her own, an adult cinema in London during a work conference visit and giving a largely endowed stranger a very sensuous. He moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth, and then we were French kissing. It was so fucking hot, I couldn’t believe my luck. Eventually he lifted his head from mine, breathing hard. “That was good,” he whispered. I want to touch you, now. Can I do that?” I nodded, still dazed from the kiss as he lifted my t-shirt over my head and lowered his mouth to my nipples. I felt his tongue against my bud, and blood rushed to my cock so fast it made me dizzy. “You like that?” he said.