“Any man that wants to be my husband will be expected to vacate the marital bed for you at your request.”I smiled again but the look on her face r...mained serious. “Well if that’s what you want.”“I do want,” she replied as she began to stroke me again. “I know that you would like that to. I can see that you’re the type of man that would enjoy making my husband vacate the marital bed late at night to have your needs satisfied by me.”I moaned softly. Her hand was bringing me slowly to an orgasm. This is really turning me on. I could suck your breasts all night long.” “You better leave some for the baby!” “Let’s go upstairs to our room. I’ve got to fuck you.” I followed Brad upstairs to our room. Brad removed his clothes and pulled my negligee down. He got on the bed and I climbed on top of him. I eased down on his cock. I moved my hips up and down and rode his cock. Brad sat up and played with my breasts. He continued to suck on them while I fucked him. I was so horny and. Hungrily, I lapped at her juices, parting her lips with my darting tongue. I loved the smoothness of her mound, leaving any lover unobtrusive access to the centre of the world. Past the seventh floor, I was sucking on her clit and pussylips as if my life depended on it.When we shot past the tenth floor, Julienne tore off my Dockers trousers, leaving me naked, standing 6’3” in my shoes. I never wear underwear, a hindrance in the build up towards any good fuck. As we approach the 14th floor, I. The closest, in my case, given where mytongue went every few weeks. A question cracked over everything else in mymind. I felt that leap in my stomach associated with the taboo and knew Ishould not ask it. Unfortunately Laura stopped talking at the exact momentand lunacy overtook me."When your cleaner speaks to you, does she call you Laura, or MrsMarshall?" I asked, pretty absent mindedly I thought. Idiot."What?" said Laura, properly surprised. "Why are you asking that? Do youdisapprove?"I could.