.”“Except?”“I didn’t expect the sex to be so...”“Yeah. Not to toot my horn, but you did have an inkling that I wasn’t one to just cum ...nd go.”“Sarah.”“Yeah.”“You should call her. You do like the chubby ones.”“Fuck you.”“You just did. Quite well I might add.”“I just got started,” I said.“Really?” she grinned, her pussy rubbing against my penis.My stomach decided to rumble in complaint.She laughed. “Act two after pizza.” Giving me a quick kiss, she moved off me. After rolling out of bed she went. Even though we didn’t talk, we exchanged looks a lot of times.We will be in our respective rooms usually if nothing is there to talk but this time, whenever either she or I heard each other’s voices in the hall, balcony, or kitchen, we used to come out purposefully to look at each other. Whenever we talked about kid or household things also, we used to look deep into our eyes. So, from that time, I started to flirt with my wife’s mother whenever my wife wasn’t around. Below were some instances. As if we weren't playing our usual fantasy flirtation game with each other, but rather that she was serious about really wanting an encounter with him. "Why don't you go over and talk to him?", I offered. I enjoy watching my wife flirt with other men when we went out, so Karen probably expected my suggestion. I didn't expect her response, "what would I say?" Usually Karen would just take my advice, take a seat next to a guy and let the conversation begin. For her to ask, "what would I. Thank God, it was just a dream. ‘I am so sorry about that,’ I said, embarrassed. I could feel my face get red as I handed the application over to her. My dick, however, was still painfully hard. I squirmed in my chair to try and re-adjust. ‘This is a great application,’ she said. ‘I think you would be a great part of the team. I just have a few questions for you, but this is really just going to be a formality. If you want, we can move to the back room. I can give you a tour of the storage.