I knew that the first time I met you two. Karl will be easy for us to convince that you need a lover." "Us?" "Of course, us." I had behaved like a s...lut in front of my husband, in that bar, in the hotel suite and in my home. But things were changing. "Karl and I made a pact to have a date night once a week, where we would get dressed up, go out for dinner and a movie. We are going to find some kind of social or sports activity. Yoga, or volleyball or ballroom dancing. We want to be together. “One night, for example, I decided to surprise him. He arrived home from work to a note on the door instructing him to come downstairs to the bedroom. On the bed was another note, explaining that he needed to take his clothes off, and check the family room for further instructions. In the family room, he found a bottle of body oil and a note pleading with him to oil his muscular body and head for the dining room. On the dining room table was a Scotch on the rocks, with a note asking him to. Grabbing her book I flipped it to a random page somewhere in the middle. As I started to read the shock hit me. This was no romance story. It was smut pure and simple. On the page that I read, a plantation worker was gagging the owners daughter with a throat fucking. No wonder this girl was so ready to play. Handing her the book back, I started in on some small talk about the trip. Things like where I was going and what I was doing. I myself was starting over in San Diego. Had a dry spell. She starts to shutter and you can see her cum oozing out from around the dildo. She never let's up on her assault on your pussy. Licking hard and fast inside of you. You pull the dildo out of her and deep throat her end. It's a good seven inches long with 2 1/2 inches of girth. At this angle it slides down your throat and still no gag reflex. Wendy's pussy tastes so good. You only realize then that your sense of taste is heightened over what it used to be. You catch yourself sucking trying to.