The shop was run by a Lena Alfredsson married to Eric Alfredsson, both in their mid forties. Eric was known for his climbing the ladder upward to incr...easing influence. I hardly knew both of them because I was never invited to any of their parties. What the hell did any or both of them were doing at my house at that time in the morning?If Lena was the visitor, it must be of a very important reason and it was Eric, I began to fear that it could even be the worst possible crap because there have. He must be admiring me. I couldn’t see him due to the blindfold.I was wondering what happened to him when I sensed a hot breath over my lips. The next second, his lips landed on mine. We were smooching. I needed it for a long and hugged him tightly. He was still wearing his t-shirt. This was annoying as I wanted to feel his skin touching mine.I raised his shirt from the back, and he helped me take it out while kissing. I hugged him tightly and felt his sweaty and hairy chest over my boobs. It. I laid her flat on the back on the bed and kissed her and moved my hand down between her thighs.She was interested but shying away at the same time. I told her to relax I wouldn’t hurt her but I want to go inside you.It was driving me nuts watching her in my wife’s lingerie yet a black woman with a thick bush instead of a white blonde and a shaved pussy.The kissing and groping got heavier and I put her hand on my cock.By now I was sliding a finger up and down her clit, teasing an inch into her. I opened my eyes and saw it was my love, already away and impaling herself as silently a possible on my morning wood. She smiled and said, “Good morning my future husband. I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t get back to sleep for some reason, and it looks like he couldn’t either.” She then went back to making slightly squeaky chirps as she bounced on my lap until she came again. I didn’t mind at all. I didn’t cum this time though. I was too worn out from last night and really needed to.