Claire and Phil frequently liked to roleplay as complete strangers and then meet up for date night. Phil usually had an elaborate back story for his p...ersona.“I could be Clive Bixby? Visiting businessman” Phil seemed excited.“Yes, and I could be Juliette, a local housewife,” Claire smirked.The last time they had a rendezvous as their alter-egos Phil (as Clive) picked up his wife (as Juliette) at a local bar. She was wearing a coat with no clothes underneath because they were going to head. He ran his hands so softly all over my body, I felt weak in his arms. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, caressed it against mine, explored. Suddenly his grip got tighter and his kisses got so hard and quick. I knew he wanted me, I could feel his big hard package pressing into my leg. I ran my hand over his bulge, and I realized I have never wanted something more in my life, I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to touch it. I could feel myself getting hot, I knew I was getting turned on at the. Laura came up to me and hugged my neck and kissed my lips. "Instead I came into your lives and we added March to the mix." She kissed me again."How did you know what I was thinking?" Paul, in some things, you are predictable. You get a 'what if' look on rare occasions that tells me you are thinking about Jen. I try to love you a little extra at those moments because I am eternally appreciative for the kind, intelligent man who married me and gave me immediate children. His first wife was a. A kind of logic that comes with cunning innocence. I think that all women are born with it. So I sat there, unable to come up with any counter argument. She immediately pressed her advantage, “and anyway, I don’t want to visit my gorgeous daddy in any smelly jail, so don’t worry, I want this to stay our secret too”.As she said the last sentence, she gently gripped my hand and guided it under the cotton t-shirt, parting her warm, firm thighs and sliding my fingers upwards towards her pussy. My.