“What would you like to play?” “How about Poker, that is a lively game. Lets play for something, but what?” “Lets have a few hands and thin...k about what the prize can be, alright.” All the while we were playing we had been sipping on a bottle of red wine, and I got up to get another as we finished the first one. It had started to become boring, so after we played another half dozen games and she had been winning most of them, she decided to up the stakes and suggested we play Strip Poker. . But how do you feel about the progress the case is taking? Do you feel Commissioner Eddleson is liable for how things are turning out?”“Sorry, after years on the force, I’ve learned not to discuss my feelings during press conferences. Every time someone does, you rip them a new one. Instead I’ll detail facts. Here’s one: the only one responsible for this case is me and me alone. The Commissioner granted me broad authority, which is fitting, as it appears someone inside the NYPD murdered our. That's when it really sank in that, for the first time in a long while, I was going to make love to a woman. Many emotions were racing through me, including one of simple gratitude for Sandi's trust. My "self-improvement" studies had taught me that the act of making love is more emotionally significant for a woman than it is for a man. My fervent hope was that Sandi wouldn't be disappointed in me.I took her soft hands in mine and raised them to my lips for a kiss, then put my arms around her. Becky's pussy almost grabbed at my cock as I sunk into her with an excitement I had never felt before. Her hips were moving every direction at once as she urged me to fuck her harder.With visions of a big black cock plunging into my petite wife's pussy I too pumped my cock madly. I wanted to tell myself that my wife's lust was directed at me but I knew that from the look on her face that she was fantasizing about him.Twice more that evening we had wild unabashed sex. Neither of us mentioned.