As we drank we talked, flora went to the bathroom to get dressed and put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. even though he had to mingle wi...th the other employees Rick spent a lot of time at our table. he eventually asked my wife to dance with him, and of course i encouraged her to accept. the band favored slow songs, so he held her close as they danced. the lighting was low, but i could tell that he was exploiting the opportunity to caress Flora's ass and fondle her breasts. I didn't. The beer was good and reasonably priced, there wasn’t too much noise and the bar didn’t slope. The smell of stale smoke was in keeping with the faded upholstery. It was just after opening time and the bar was almost empty. The barman was watching a replay on the telly, only coming near us when we called for beer. By the third pint we were supping rather than gulping, leaning our elbows on the bar and putting our feet on the bar rail. From a back room we could hear the sound of pool balls being. I love sucking his cock in the morning or being a quick fuck for him before work. We even have codes for each position. Well, he does anyway. If he wakes me with two taps on the ass, then he wants it doggie style. If he touches my pussy, we do it in the missionary position. However, there are consequences for not following his orders (or commandments as I call them in my mind). For example, I have to still attend class and get my college degree. I am not to come home with anything under a “B”. My face was in my wife’s pillow and I will never forget smelling her. It was very visual. I could see her beautiful face with my eyes closed. The smell of her blended with the taste of him and so many thoughts and memories flooded my mind. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life. Suddenly I felt the cold lube drip onto the crack of my ass. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t breathing and shaking uncontrollably. Before that evening, Robert and I had always gotten along very well. He respected.