” “You know I do,” she giggled, “But I like the whole thing about it.” “Care to elaborate?” I asked cheekily, as she seemed in a talkati...ve mood. “You’ll say I’m a slut.” “You’re way past that, my darling hotwife.” She giggled again, then said, “Well, you know I love to fuck, but as I’ve told you before I prefer to suck. And I love all the cum even more than that.” “So what’s the best part, the thing that really does it for you?” She thought in silence for a short time, then said, “You know,. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy in one hand and my hard erection in the other was an interesting contrast. She was so soft and wet, I was so hard and dry. Well, mostly dry. Precum was starting to appear at the tip of my dick. I could wait to cum until she woke up. By then, I would be really ready. I hadn’t come up with a real solution, just a band-aid. We had just over two days left to enjoy together. It was kind of ironic, if you thought about it. Last week, I couldn’t make a commitment. I. I was hoping he would blindfold me, another symbol of hiscontrol over me, but it would be petulant for me to say that. This guy wasgreat. I carefully put the elastic behind my wig and drew the mask down overit until it pretty much covered my eyes. I heard some fabric shift in frontof me. "Aaah...that's better."His voice was clearer. "Now, let's see...."My heart was pounding. Was he going to toy with me more? That would begreat. But if not, the finish would be welcome. This guy had. Her husband, Mark was away as usual on a business tour and had left Joanna behind to take care of herself and her needs, which called for immediate attention. The morning of Christmas, Joanna lingered in the bed as she didn’t have much to do. “What a Christmas? This Christmas is the worst ever, nothing to do, nowhere to go, even no one to fuck”, she thought and a smile crossed her face on the last phrase.Her phone rang she picked up the phone and answered, “Hello”.“Joanna, Julian here”, a.