Different positions went without saying. She couldn’t just lie on her back and be fucked missionary style one thousand and one times. Different loca...ions, that one was also a must. In bed, against the wall, on the photocopier, in an elevator, a hot tub… there were a lot of possibilities there. Multiple partners was another option, her with two guys, two girls, a guy and a girl, three guys filling every orifice, a whole group of guys… again, many possibilities. Mutual masturbation, voyeurism,. But as he stared, unable to drag his eyes from such a vision, he realised it was in fact Jacie. HIS Jacie. Her normal garb would be ripped jeans and baggy T-shirt, much the same as himself. But here she was, dressed only in a white lacy bra that held her perfectly shaped breasts high, and white lacy stockings clad her amazingly toned legs. He was speechless, rooted to the spot. To that day, he had never seen a woman or girl more beautiful than Jacie did at that moment. As she lifted her hair up. The reason for his existence.Instead of Fiona, it was the black-manned bitch that stood looking out ofthe window. It could not have been more anticlimactic than this as hiscock went limp faster than the acceleration of a sports car. She wasscanning the perimeter with a stern look as if she was part of Fiona'ssecurity detail. There was no reason for her to stay overnight at theGreer's place like she had been doing for the past several days.Fiona didn't need her protection. Fiona had got him to. I stumbled back and got back onto the inflatable mattress, careful not to stir her and still wondering why my wife decided to forgive me so quickly, went back to sleep.Somewhere during the morning hours I awoke and felt Debbie crawled up against me with her petite little body pressed against me, her head on my shoulder. I gave a victory smile in the dark and pulled her closer to me softly searching for her lips. She stirred in the darkness and pressed her body into mine. When I started to kiss.