I took my time pouring the wine envisioning my wife with her pussy spread wide and our friend Rob with his face buried in her luscious box. I was not ...disappointed as I entered the bedroom where I found just what I had imagined. My wife laid back, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers as our friend had her by the hips while licking her naked pussy. I sat the wine down on the nightstand and took a seat in our chair adjacent to the bed.While stroking my own cock I watched as Rob. No strings, no contracts signed in blood, or other idiotic rigamarole at all. The ring is yours, until you have used it. Then you must pass it along to someone else.??Why?? Anton grew suspicious. The antiques business was genteel on the surface, but in actuality was a very competitive -- even cutthroat business. Fools and dreamers didn?t last long in the really high end of the business, and Anton had been on or near the top of the commercial food chain for many years. ?Why would you just give. With Justin out of the room, the horny wife and mother of two experienced a mini-climax.When he reappeared, Justin's demeanor remained professional, apparently unaware of the sexual charge in the room. Despite her heavy breathing, flushed skin, and glassy eyes, he just went back to work.Eventually, he asked her to turn over, which caused her still tumescent nipples to rub uncomfortably against the massage table leather. However, with her breasts concealed she felt less vulnerable.Soon another. ” “You too,” she admitted with a blush. “Did you wonder?” he teased her. “Of course not,” she lied. Wolf chuckled. “Yes, you did,” he whispered. “Just like you are wondering about all the rest. Shall I teach you now, or make you wonder a while longer?” “I—I—don’t you have to go get ready for your date?” “I’m already on my date,” he mentioned. “That’s just dinner and some conversation. She will never have more from me.” “Never?” Summer asked softly. “Wolves mate for life,” he whispered.