”He patted his mouth with his napkin and leaned back, taking a sip of red wine. The meal that they had just eaten together, poached salmon with hol...landaise sauce on a bed of salad leaves was one of his favourites.“Good. I’m glad you liked it, sweetie,” she replied, smiling. “Shall we go and watch TV and have a cuddle on the sofa? We can leave clearing the table until we go to bed.”“Mmm, I’d love to, my dear, but I have to get a report finished for presentation to the board tomorrow. I went home thinking that too much excitement and too much booze had caused this to happen and it was only a onetime thing. By the next Sunday, Gus got his license back in order and was able to reopen. I sat with Sara to watch the game and we said nothing about what had happened the previous Sunday. The game after this was to be a Monday night game and as Sara and I talked about it, she invited me over to watch it and have dinner. I accepted not knowing what I was getting into but hell at the. “There it is. That’s the look. God, the way you look at me; that hungry, needy, crazed look. I get chills up my spine; pleasure spreads over my body, and I get so wet. I love that you want me; need me.” My mind was racing. I wanted to do everything with my hands, mouth, tongue, and cock, all at once. But before I could move, Sarah had lowered herself to her knees in front of me and was undoing the belt on my pants. “Can I see it? Let me see it?” I lifted my ass a little, slid my pants down to. His face had that "I'm a lucky bastard" gleam it always got when they indulged in their naughtiest impulses together.She was carried to the door to Marcus's "office", the spare room he'd planned to turn into a home office, but which instead kept getting used as a dumping ground for hand-me-down furniture, unwanted gifts, old books and etc. But as they opened the door and carried her in, her breath caught in her throat in surprise. The room was now floored, wall to wall, in mattresses, the walls.