He loves his wife very much and there is love that exists between all of us but he had never made an occasion a three but I know they talked about the... occasions she and I shared.On one such occasion I had spent the the afternoon brushing against her, rubbing her gorgeous arse and nonchalantly(despite there being others very close by) cupping her fantastic breasts and squeezing her toothpaste top sized nipples. I would also exit the room and "text" her lewd comments about wanting to suck on her. This was a change I had seen over her three years at Cambridge, when she wanted to, she could now not give any hint as to what was going on in her head. Over the years I learnt that she did have tells but it would be a long time before I beat her at cards.It was that classic feeling that somebody had been talking about us when we returned, only it was many somebodies. The room fell silent and I swear I heard eyeballs swivelling as they followed us back to our seats. Nicola sat down, I did too. "Don't run off like that. You could've gotten yourself lost" Kitty's voice broke through her thoughts. "I'm sorry; I guess the crowd attracted me. Who is that hunk of a man?" she couldn't keep her eyes off him."Cole Nash, just the biggest asshole alive. His father Greg Nash owns and breeds horses. He's really nice but the son is an arrogant prick. Come on lets go" yanking Keira away.He was handsome though. Tall, well-built, hair hanging all rugged; not to mention being incredibly handsome. It. All she could perceive was the interest in his eyes and the soft seductive tones of his voice. At the critical point in her deliberations he made his move. He raised his hand, and with the lightest touch, stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. She nearly fainted at the unexpected delicacy of his touch. ‘Please,’ he murmured ‘follow me.’ As if in a trance, she simply followed, up the stairs, and into a small bedroom at the end of a short corridor. He held her gently in his arms and.