I ran my free hand down my chest, then made my way across my hips and thighs.I gripped my cock as hard as I could. I kept thinking of Chad’s ass, a...nd how tight it could squeeze me. Finally I threw my head back and started pounding away. I could already feel my balls start to boil, and I couldn’t help letting off a groan.My mind was swimming with all the things Chad and I could start doing now. If all went well, we could both get practically unlimited dick: we could have quickies between. I kept letting my imagination go and thinking something could be happening with my wife, but I just figured the waiter was being polite.I almost finished my drink and they hadn’t returned. I started to get concerned, it had been over fifteen minutes, when then they reappeared, walking awfully close together, smiling and laughing.Winston pulled out her chair and helped her sit down. She looked at me and smiled. Winston walked away.“So, what took so long?”“Well, don’t get mad,” she explained,. Over the mounds of my breasts, round the curves of my hips. Down the hollow of my throat, along the lines of my legs. He finds his way back to my mouth and once again greets it with a kiss. A kiss the angels themselves would weep for. Passion, desire, all the things driving his mortal body are in that kiss. Shifting his body above mine, braced on those strong arms, he whispers my name. My own legs betray me, parting, willing, and wanting, exposing. His eyes asking the question I’ve waited for.. "Hey, Matthew. I'm sorry, but I am going to have to cancel our dinner plans for tonight..."oo0ooIt was late by the time Becca slipped out of her dress and into bed. She thought Matthew wouldn't have come by after she broke their dinner date, but she was happily surprised to find him asleep on his side of her bed.“Damn, it’s almost 3,” she silently cursed, knowing that he had to be up for court in just a few hours. She was tempted to wake him anyway. Her client had been long on promise but short.