When I arrived, he jumped out of his car and ran over to introduce himself. I could tell he was excited, but I kept somewhat of a poker face. I was be...aming inside though. I knew we’d have a good time. We drove across the street and got a room. He had fooled around with guys before, so I was following his lead. He was really gentle. We started kissing, which I immediately loved. Clothing began to fall off bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece. There was a lot of body contact, caressing, and nipple play.. Er, Carol?" I asked hesitantly. She turned to me without even looking at me, tears running down her face and put her head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh. "why do men keep doing this to me! fucking hell!" she said in a weepy tone. She looked up and met my eyes finally, her mascara running. "What's your name?" she asked. "Harry." I said. She took my chin in her hand and said "I'm going to need more Champagne!" "No I think you've had enough, Carol." I said. "You know my name." she said. Should I say no and take her home, back to our everyday life? Would she get bored with me again? Would she regret not doing it? Would she hold it against me, letting the resentment build up like last time? Should I say yes, and this stranger fuck my wife? Would it be the spark she needed to keep things hot for us? Would it be a one-time thing? Would she want more?Either way, there were risks and rewards. I couldn’t decide. Eventually, it came down to one thing and one thing only. What would. ” “You are like a dream come true.” I tell her, “I would be honoured to train you.”“Thank you Sir.” She says with a smile.“Remember how you put your legs behind your head earlier? Do you think you could do that again?” I ask her.“Yeah I can do that Sir.” She tells me looking excited but also anxious.“Ok do that, I’ll grab the lube.” I tell her.I stand up and retrieve the water based lube, I move back to the bed and look at Taylor with her red, swollen pussy and tight puckered asshole exposed.