She would have him while I had Mike. I was the least I could do. ‘I wondered whether you could take care of him while I’m with Mike. Mind he’s q...uite a handful, but you don’t have to.’ She laughed, ‘Oh, I certainly will.’ Then seriously, ‘Are you sure Jo, really sure?’ ‘Lena, I’m as sure about this as I am about marrying him. Can you believe he asked me. Isn’t he something else, just like his father. Lena we are so lucky. To have two men like these who love us. Oh I know they get all the sex. After a few hours in the afternoon, I checked my mail and saw a lot of replies praising my body, and some of them were asking for more pics and meetups. One mail stood out in particular. There was a Pakistani gentleman, who worked in a big firm, and he seemed classy from the reply. He was in his 40’s, drove a BMW, had a nice flat all to himself, and said that he would love to meet up with me. He also dropped his phone number and a couple of pics, in which he was wearing a suit, and he had a. Her body seemed to be aflame and writhed with the pleasurable feelings. She had no control over the flood of thoughts in her mind. She tried to assimilate the details but the only explanation a recurring dream.The sounds surrounding her became louder. Her eyes fluttered open slowly letting the dim sunlight filter thru the curtains. Remaining quiet and still, her vision blurred. She felt slightly chilled, her naked body detecting the air blowing over her. She wanted to pull her coverlet over. I must have been staring too long because I noticed a flush start up her neck.I imagined that blush everywhere and suddenly imagined seeing that blush everywhere on her naked body. Then I imagined pounding my cock into a tight pink cunt. Her gasp made me look up into her face and I realized that I moved closer to her without even realizing it. “Mal?” her voice was like a slap to my face. What the fuck was I doing? This is my son’s wife. I turned and walked away. Shutting myself in my room. But.