My wife smiled and asked me if I knew what our fantasy was, and I had remembered that our fantasy was to have 2 or even more guys own my wife Samantha... in the bed and fuck her brains out. We sued to dream about it for quite a long period, but after I left her there was no need to get back to this point. That immediately sent a shiver down my back! Actually, I didn’t mind to see what happens to my wife if she had 3 studs in the bed.Samantha had said that if I arranged her meeting with my. Gone was the sharp power suit and high heeled business shoes. They had been replaced by a tight leather jacket that barely covered her chest. A peephole bra offered scant protection to her thrust out breasts while the skirt she now wore was considerably more mini and significantly tighter than the one she’d worn this morning. Knee high, high heeled boots completed the picture. ‘Oh my god, I look like a slut.’ But that was not the worst of it. She was standing at the head of the table.. ” She dug in the bottom drawer and stuffed the tiny garment in her bag. “One o’clock tomorrow afternoon,” Jennifer told her. Tracy nodded and gave me a quick wave before walking out of the room. Jeremy hung back a little. “What is it, Jeremy?” Jennifer asked him from her perch on the corner of the bed. “I’m not complaining,” he started, “but I want you guys to know. This overnight thing was Tracy’s idea.” “Yeah,” Jennifer said, “and the all day Saturday thing was my idea. What’s your point?”. "Dr. Olsen was going through all the standard opening chit-chat, and Iwas answering on autopilot. Darn! That is how they catch you off guard.Need to pay attention and be careful with my answers. I wanted to showher I was mature enough to make my choices. I knew what I needed. I hadtold the doctors time and again, but always had to revisit the samequestions. "According to the chart your full name is Kimball Leroy Smith." Was - those names were from ancestors on my father's side. My last namehas.