He goes into a stall, and I go after him, locking it behind me. He leaps into my arms and kisses me. I hold him, and kiss back. I run my tongue across... his lips, and he opens his mouth to let me in. We make out for about a minute, then he breaks it off and tells me to put him down, which I do. He starts rubbing my hard-on through my pants. What is it that you were saying before we had to go back yesterday? He asks, innocent eyes boring up into mine. I answer I was about to tell you something. Afterwards, as we were getting ready for bed, she asked, "Does your roommate have a girlfriend?"I said I didn't know, although I was pretty sure he didn't. "Why do you want to know?" I asked."Oh, he was checking me out a little when we met. Did you notice?" she said."A little," I said."Ooh, did you like him checking me out?" she said mischievously."I guess?" I said. I didn't, really.She smiled and hopped into bed. "Good night!" she said, and that seemed to be the end of that.Over the next few. Johnny didn’t particularly enjoy it, but he did it for me. He did, though, get off on the dominance aspect of it. I’d tell Johnny, “I want you to remind him of his place in the relationship.” Johnny would then order my hubby to bend over and would fuck him. After a while, it just became something Johnny would do for me once in a while. There was almost never any advanced warning; every time Johnny came over, I wanted my husband to feel that delicious cuckold angst and anxiety, not knowing if he. "Easy there little guy. Let's see that prick." "No, just leave me alone!" I start to get up, ready to bolt. She pushes me back in the chair and says, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm trying to be fair. What is it you liked about my video? Was it these?" She bends forward and jiggles her tits near my face. "Was it this?" she asks as she pantomimes a cocksucking motion with her hand and mouth. Then she twirls around briefly lifting her dress. "Or was it my ass? Or my pussy?" I barely say, "No. I don't.