"That's not as good for me. Come on, honey, we're finally doing this. Don't ruin it for me."At first Jen didn't understand. Why does she have to go on... a date with Steve to make it exciting for her husband? Why can she just fuck him? Then her mind flashed to all the hotwife and cuckold stories she had read over the years, the stories her husband had encouraged her to read. Understanding hit her. It wasn't enough that she fuck Steve. Mike wanted her to have an affair. He wanted her to have a. She hovered above me, looking straight into my eyes, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of me. I stumbled for something to say, but she cut me off. "That was better than I ever imagined. I hope you're not mad." Why would I be mad?" You don't think I was sleeping do you? I've wanted to do that with you for so long." What do you mean? You were awake the whole time?" She smiled at me, withdrawing her hand from me and putting them in her mouth."Fuck. How come you never said anything?"She took. A flash of her sitting in Charlie’s chair and Jenny crying against my arm floated unwelcome in my memory.“It’s been a few months.”“Yeah,” she squirmed a little, “Ken, I get off work at about five. Do you want to meet later?”“Is this what this is all about?” I said with a laugh.“Don’t knock it. I get a lot of my dates this way,” she answered with a grin. “Where do you want to meet?”“The Golden Cafe okay with you?”“No sweat. About eight?”“How about six?” I suggested. “I’m out at five as. I felt the cool air evaporate the sweat on my bare breasts, sending a chill and turning my nipples even more rigid than they already were.We were both breathing rather hard and now as I let my hand slide from his back and move across the swollen hardness in front of his jeans, I wistfully said, "Oh, Tom, I want you so much. I want to keep going, to finally feel you inside me - but I know if we do I'll regret it later," I know, Kitty Kate. I want it just as much. But I know we have to wait."I.