Just enough to turn me on, but not enough to alarm my husband of flirting or faul play. I was getting a bit confussed. Sometimes I felt like he wanted... me just as bad as I wanted him. Other times I felt like he didnt, and other times I hoped that he didnt because I didnt want to be the "whore who fucked her husbands bestfriend". One day after Bryian and I had came back from our home state from our wedding, Montrell, who had gone back home, called my husbands cell and asked could he stay the. It contained a locker key and a note from Mistress. She was to board the train bound for the city where Mistress lived, about 400 miles to the north. She was to be shaved from the neck down, dress in a simple skirt and white blouse. She was to take her phone, her purse, and the key-nothing else. Explaining her bald pussy to Steven would be a problem, but she would worry about that later. As she drove to the train station that morning her stomach was tied in knots, the internal struggle. It took me only a few seconds to shoot my spunk into his mouth. He raised his head showed me what he had in his mouth then swallowed it all. He let out a little moan as he did so then lay down next to me on the bed. It was my turn now to see what it tasted like. I pushed my pants and trousers off my legs and took off my t shirt so we were both completely naked. I lay half on top of Robert and kissed him full on the mouth we shared tongues and I moved my hands all over his body. It just felt so. The rooms were identical and as we entered, his wife was already in bed with a huge smile on her face, 'You got the one I wanted', she said as I sat on the edge of the bed?She got up slightly to she was naked under the duvet, 'Come my c***d', she cooed, and she pulled me on top of her, her fingers searching for my wet pussy, which she found with ease, as women do.I felt her expert touch rub behind my pubis, 'You have a nice 'G', sweetheart', I never knew this elusive rough bit behind the pubic.