A Saturday afternoon Ana told me Jerome had called her, because he was willing to fuck her in his own house; then my sweet wife pleaded me to go there... I could watch.When we arrived to his home, he invited me a glass of bourbon and showed us the nice house.Anita was delighted with the master bedroom; it was really a very nice place, but then Jerome said he had in mind some different for my wife in this occasion… Smiling, he led Anita and me down a flight of wooden stairs which led to the. I didn’t hesitate; I just rambled on down the down to the car park. He had started walking up and I watched him closely as we got closer to each other. Here I was just holding my clothes in one hand and a towel over my shoulder and my cock was starting to swell again. We were about 30 yards from each other when I saw his expression change as he realised that what he was looking at was real, and his eyes didn’t lift from my groin.As we got next to each other I sensed that he didn’t know what to. Her hands slid to my chest as she pushed me away slightly stepping into my body, taking control. Her hands remained on my chest as she pushed me towards our bedroom; she pushed me throughout the open doorway until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. Her hands moved again down to my hips, finding the bottom of my t-shirt. She pulled it over my head and threw it to the corner, biting her lip. Her fingers traced the light hair that leads down into my pants, to my hardened manhood. She. No one else wouldcall me Yvie so utterly innocently, like girls together. Much as I mightwish others would, there was usually a bit of reserve, a knowledge thatok I might be now, maybe, but that wasn't always true, was it. Cheryl had been the one from the first day to make me feel welcome. Ittook maybe half an hour before I became Yvie instead of the Yvonneeveryone else used, not that I minded that, either way. At least nobodycalled me Tynan anymore. The dark one and how true that had been when.