Zena supercool, merely took another sip of her drink and with a tremor in her voice which betrayed her outer calm, said, “Your suntanned arse really...is magnificent Carmen. Absolutely fantastic. Can Ron kiss it while I watch?”“Why not?” Carmen drawled.“How will I know if he gets a hard on doing it though? You did say he got a hard on when he kissed your gorgeous arse, didn’t you?” Zena now very bold.“Show her Ron. Get undressed and let her watch you get hard as a rock kissing my arse. And I mean. Them fucking workmen have had sex with my wife, no wonder they were happy when they left, but why did she let them. She never sucks my cock or has allowed me to cum over her in all the time we have been married. I sat at the dressing table looking at my wife covered in cum, wondering if she had been wanting it to happen. I am first to admit action in the bedroom is a little sparse at the moment and that is mainly down to me and my work.I have noticed recently her style of clothes have changed,. With my hand still on the boys back, I lead him in. The floor is a dark grey marble which leads to a dark charcoal sofa in a rectangle shape that horseshoes around the entrance to the elevator. A white fur rug lays in the middle of the sofa. There are stairways that lead up to a loft on each side of the sofa. The stairs come out from the walls. It’s opened up between the stairs and leads down to the dining room, which has a rather long rectangular table with 10 chairs around it. All of which. Robert stopped in front of the attached garage, but did not press the remote to open the overhead door. This was odd, but when Sharon looked over in inquiry, Robert nonchalantly told her that he still had some gardening tools and the lawnmower in the garage. He had left work early that day and piddled around the yard all afternoon while Sharon was at work. He had picked her up at her office and they had gone straight out to celebrate Sharon's birthday.Sharon opened her car door, stepped out.