. Then the phone rings and you snap back out of your dream world of passion. You look at the clock first, hoping that they'd give up and hang up but t...hey don't. With a sigh you pick up to see what the fucker wants.“I want to see you in my office now,” it's your boss, Mr Jameson. He never does worry about small talk or niceties, he's always straight to the point. Would it kill him to say please though? For a moment you're tempted to tell him where to shove it but it's not worth the hassle.“Right. I went home the happiest cunt in the world.She made me feel things I didn’t think I would everfeel and I already couldn’t wait for tomorrow. The next morning my pussy was a little sore from beingso well used. Elaine kissed it for me, and then ate melike I had never been eaten before. The lady had amagic tongue. All this while she was on her knees toeat my pussy and it only took a minute or so, beforecum shot out of my raging cunt and covered her face andtits. Then she pulled me down. It is a rocking really dirty song. Somehow it seemed appropriate.I suggested the 1310 restaurant on Wisconsin avenue. Carol and I had been there a number of times and always enjoyed it. One of the things Carol liked about it was the outdoor seating where she would sometimes play a little flashing sex game. Once we got on the highway, Carol flashed her tits at a trucker. Next I heard the sound of heavy kissing and Carol softly moaning. I adjusted the rearview mirror as John untied. “Stick your big cock in there and fuck me hard. I’m your slut.”The words came easily, much easier than she would have imagined beforehand. It felt strangely liberating to utter them, but she never could with Don, who could never regard his wife as his slut. This was different, no other feelings but pure lust, no strings, no baggage. When Richard spoke, she noticed that the tension was gone; he was back in command, of himself and her. “Tell me again.”There was a trickle down the inside of one.