We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened. "Do you want to get ...ucked?" she asked."You know I do, Beverly, but you're a married woman," I said, not really caring but giving her the out if she decided to take it. "And he's out of town," she replied firmly."Tell me where you live," I said, and I couldn't help rubbing my shaft a little in anticipation. "Neighbors might see your car in the drive," she said."Meet. He had a lot more to gain than she did."You don't want to see me naked?" Iris asked, and Dave realised that his thoughtful silence had been interpreted as reluctance."It's just that you've already seen most of me. I have a lot more to gain than you do." He shook his head. It only made sense if she wanted him to see her in her underwear."I can't believe you don't just say yes," Iris said incredulously."I'm waiting for the catch," Dave protested. "If there's no catch, the only explanation would. She knew my name! The sound of my own name made me look. I naturally glanced back at the source of my spoken name. It was a natural reaction."Oh God!" I gasped at what I saw. It looked so beautiful! It swelled out so round! It looked to be of the perfect size! Best of all, the cold room made the peak stand out!To my shock and total disbelief, Princess Sandra parted her mink for me. To my further shock, she did not wear a top beneath. I found myself staring back at her swollen tit and hardened. 03: Worry and some comfort? Unfortunately, Jo wasn’t in when I got home. She’d left me a message on the answerphone to say that she had to do a quick changeover and work a late shift at short notice so I was left on my own. I sat there feeling absolutely awful. It had been a wonderful day as usual, lots of love and absolutely fantastic sex, sex that I’d never imagined was possible, with the man I loved. But this feeling of fear had gripped me, taken hold of my mind. I’d almost convinced myself.