"My husband said,"Is this what I have to do to make you enjoy fucking? Do I have to find some guy to **** you?"I calmly said,"Honey, I'm your wife. I'... not some slut you get to pass around at a sex party."He said,"No you're not but for once in your life I wish you'd admit that you like being fucked like a slut."I took a deep breath then said,"You're right honey, I do like it. I like all of it. It's just that I want to be seen as a woman not a slut."My husband asked,"What differance does it make. ’ ‘How would she know I have a website?’ ‘What my mother doesn’t know isn’t worth knowing.’ Andrea liked that response and softened toward Grady, a few drinks helping. ‘Like to take me parking, somewhere safe?’ ‘Our alarmed parking lot, empty right now, under my office would be the safety place from peepers that I know.’ ‘Good, let’s park there.’ The steel mesh door rattled behind them and Grady drove in a few yards and turned the vehicle to face the exit. ‘Well, here we are,’ he said inanely,. She had my growing cock in her hand, slowly pulling, smiling up from her knees."What are you doing, baby girl?" I asked, a sly smile crossing my face."Just making sure your all clean, daddy."And with that, she took my now extremely hard dick in her mouth all the way, gently scraping her trimmed nails under my balls. I felt my head tapping the back of her throat. I wrap her hair around my hand, guiding her mouth on and off of my shaft. I seen her reach one hand down to play with her pussy.. "There's always tomorrow," he said, caressing her left breast."No touchee-feelie," Argie said, for she was already highly aroused and knew they were only seconds from hopping on the dining room table.He backed away from her, sensing her lust matched his own. Two minutes later they were in their car and headed to the club.Argie and John arrived at the appointed time, and were greeted at the door by Doctor Coughlin himself, wearing a black tuxedo."I hope we're not late," John said, just to say.