My wife called to me for some reason from the kitchen so I made my way up the stairs as quickly as my heeled feet permitted and she greeted me with a ...warm smile and hug as my wife wished Sabrina a “Good morning.” I returned the beaming smile, surprised that she was as awake as she appeared given the relatively early hour of the day. My wife had always been a night owl, usually waking up much later than she had today. The hug seemed to last longer than our usual ones, each of us enjoyed the. I could feel his left hip pressing down against my increasingly moist mound too and I was in heaven. Still, at least I was cognizant enough to know that my rickety old bed that I had had now for more than a decade was not exactly holding up to this activity silently. Each thrust of one of us against the other produced a squeak. And, knowing that it was entirely possible that my parents were still up and around, I decided it would be best to put an end to this particularly activity. However,. Bobbi sat down and we went over schedule options and worked out one that would work for her. Had nothing planned for the evening and casually asked her if she would care to join me for dinner. With a big smile Bobbi accepted my offer. We met at a local restaurant, had dinner, a couple of drinks and a lot of conversation. Everything went great and I asked her out for Saturday night. Bobbi gave me one of her big smiles and said yes providing she can cook the dinner. Couldn’t turn. It was our third time together. The first was about eighteen months ago and lasted only one night. The second was nearly a year ago and had been a hot and sweaty three days of nonstop fucking and sucking, broken only by a single adventure out to a local bar where we picked up two strangers and brought them back to the hotel to fuck her senseless.In the year since then, we'd kept in constant touch over the internet, twice a week most weeks, sometimes more. Our interests had taken a seriously.