“Darling Francesco,” she said softly. “You cannot know how much I appreciate your offer. You are such a loving and thoughtful husband. I need my...husband who supports me and still loves me, but it is so good that you will let me date other men and even take them to bed with me.”Giselle hugged Francesco warmly, and he hugged her back. Giselle felt in a wonderful mood, an overflowing joy filling her body. It was a new sensation; one in which she became fully aware of her freedom and power to get. Soon the guy lifted up a little. "I think we're smothering him." Heh. Yeah." She sounded drunk. "Someday maybe I will." What?" Here," she said. Her hand came back and pushed lightly against his thigh"C'mon sit back. There's something I want you to see."He pulled out of my wife with a light shlup, and his glossy cock bopped onto my nose and dragged up away from my forehead. I heard him sit on the floor behind me. My wife pushed herself up to her hands and knees, her labia at my lips. The mixed. It went on and on, feeling like it wasn’t going to end before I passed out; I don’t know when I quit squirting, but I know I was still trying to mightily, the muscles spasming and pumping long after he’d drained my tank as he continued to pet my prostate. It finally began to relent just a little, allowing me to regain just a fraction of my senses even though he was still eagerly thrusting his finger into me.It was about then that I became aware of the patter of warm, wet drops falling on us and. Unlike you, I am an employee and answerable for all these details.” she explained.“Alright then stop at the downtown diner. It’s on the left ahead. I think the sign says Marty’s or something like that.” I left her to find it herself while I searched in my small black knapsack for the very large thermos.When she stopped the car, I asked, “Are you hungry?”“No, but I would like a bottle of water,” she said.“Then you better come in to flash you magic credit card,” I suggested.“Hey there Maurice.