You watch them climb the stairs together; your wife first, leading the way and her lover following. You watch them all the way to the top of the stair...; watch them disappear out of site and hear the bedroom door close. The night of your cuckolding has finally arrived.For a few minutes you just stand there as if transfixed to the spot. There is a moment when you feel like pinching yourself to see if all this is for real and then you hear the creaking of the bed and you know that this is for. “So…” You started in. “This is really happening? I mean, like, after all the pictures and conversation… you’re really going to…you know… cum on me?”I tried not to swerve the car off the road from the question. My mouth went agape as I stammered a response. “I mean… yeah. If that’s still what you want. That was the plan…” My words faded.You looked at me for a moment and then replied, “OK good! Cause I do still want it! And more, if we’re being honest…”“And more?”“Yeah… you know… more…”“I gotchu”. “Oh, of course. Please come in,” Lucy said softly and moved aside to allow Louise Jensen inside.The older woman moved past Lucy and headed straight for the living room at the end of the long hallway, her expensive shoes making a loud click, click, click as she went. Lucy inhaled deeply as she closed the front door, turned the key in the lock on the back of the door and put the keys in the pocket in her dress. She turned and headed for the front room where Mrs Jensen was waiting.Louise placed. ." she paused. "You know I like girls. But they don't. You know I just slept here, but they don't. All the guys who haven't been pushing me for a date will be calling by this evening..." I'm sorry..." I said."No. I had fun... it was my choice to go out with you and I could have taken a cab home if I'd wanted to..." But?"She laughed. "It's okay Mark. My choice. I'll deal with it..."Okay. I am a sucker for a pretty girl (even one I'm not sleeping with.)"Come on," I said, standing up."What?" Come.