Fuck me. Take me. Take me!” Candace panted, her voice going distant.My hands roamed all over Candace’s body. My sweaty chest rubbed all over her s...hirt and sheets, but I didn’t care. I needed to cum and right now Candace was a mostly willing receptacle.“Gonna fucking cum. Gonna fucking shoot.” I snarled, feeling my balls at the tipping point.“Do it. Oh gawd, do it. Fill me up. Fill me up little bro!” Candace pleaded, clearly in another world. I moved my hands up to her shoulders and dug into. It was partly because being a stranger in that part of the city I didn’t have many friends to speak of, other than my colleagues from work, and the fact I liked the way she made me feel like a queen. We began having me frequent more upscale places with her, not that I really minded although at first I felt a little intimidated, but soon got used to it. I started paying more attention to how others dressed and carried themselves. I loved the comparative luxury I enjoyed with her. Still on. Those other husbands give me a lot of attention, too, as I’ll explain.I don’t mean to brag, but I look a lot like the actress, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and I’m petite at only five feet and two inches tall. I got back to almost my normal weight of one hundred and twenty-three pounds, within a month after giving birth, but I was a few pounds heavier since I was breastfeeding our daughter, and my normal 34D breasts had grown to full and round 34DDs.We both wanted to have another child, close in age. Ted was already here, talking to the two men who played Claudio and Benedick in the play. The three of them shared most of their scenes together. Ted was playing Don Pedro, the handsome Prince. At some point our paths met and he gave me a small smile. I was carrying chairs for me and my deputy stage manager when he intercepted and carried them for me. “Thank you,” I said, with a smile that I was attempting to maintain. I didn’t want it to be too broad, too obvious. As he unfolded the chairs, it.