I do not work weekends and not likely to start in the near future. Actually, I hate working on any given day. My name is James Maitland Dixon, I am a ...35 year old owner of a construction company and my wife is Trudy Dixon, a fiery 32 year old redhead.There is some background here to share. She is a stay-at-home wife and we have no children. I am quite well covered from her infidelity by a pre-nuptial and honestly, I cannot find any reason for her to cheat. I am fantastic in bed, a very attentive. Burning with control and surrender. Your finger slowly enters my wet pussy but just teasing at the entrance. I can feel my hunger wanting to devour you, wanting to be devoured. You enter slowly, then withdrawl, teasing again and again. Moving up towards my clit and stroking it, then down to the entrance, slowly entering. The torture forces me to plea some more for you to fuck me, telling you I’ve been good, that I want to please you and make you happy. Finally, your finger slides in deep and. With the lid closed and locked, there was no way that any bug was going to get in. Julie thought that the idea was brilliant, and Jeff preened a bit under her praise. The trunk was large, but not large enough to hold a huge supply of meat, so they would eventually have to find another storage container, but the trunk would do quite well for now.Jeff had made four throwing spears so far, but they were really nothing more than pointed sticks. He used one of the launching sticks that Julie had. Little hints, that’s all. “Make sure you keep some room for desert” she teased. Throughout the dinner, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he shared a dirty little secret with his wife. He felt both protected and exposed; the coziness of sitting warmly inside by a fire during a snowstorm. Only his wife knew that he’d be a cumslut tonight. It felt naughty. It might be how she’d feel if he told her to go to an event – a play, a vernissage – without panties and promised her to give her anal sex.