I ordered a gin and tonic, which is a suitable drink for acts of infidelity.I saw her enter and walk up to the bar. She was wearing a loose backless s...ilk blouse and a wrap skirt and heels. Her red hair was worn in braid, baring off her lovely neck and shoulders. Her round ass and firm calves attracted the gazes of a couple of other men. I had been keeping my eye on them. Was one of these men going to fuck my wife? I looked at her again. I had never seen this blouse before. I caught a glimpse of. She took it in one hand, and the pot in the other, and warmed up her own cup, which was already on the table.She sat down, somewhat tentatively.“So,” he said, reaching for his cup and taking a sip. “Good coffee!” he said. “So, do you want to tell the first story, or do you want me to?”“I don’t know any stories,” she said.“Sure you do,” he said. “I’ll tell one first. Maybe that will remind you of one, okay?”“Okay,” she said, feeling more relaxed. He wasn’t anything like she’d thought he was. Marita pulled the ass cheeks wider, stretching the shit-hole far enough for the tip of her tongue to penetrate."Aahhhhh!" she husked, poking with her tongue. She held onto Nicole's asscheeks for dear life, leaving fingermarks that, Nicole was certain, would not come out of the flesh till sometime next week.Nicole whined and strained, fighting back a little but not really fighting. Each time she lurched forward, dragging her ass away from Marita's tongue, she ended the motion by thrusting it. My first wife, Lynn has two girls with two on the way. My second wife, Erin, has four and three on the way. My third wife, Blossom has her first two on the way.So today is my birthday. I am fifty years old. I am healthy and shooting magic bullets like a pro. In bed last night, Lynn and the wives promised me a great day. We cuddled to sleep. I felt like I was in an R-rated Frazetta drawing. I was cuddled to Erin’s wonderful soft pillowy bottom. Blossom and her tiny but swelling breasts were.