That suit she was wearing made it pretty clear exactly what was under it, and it looked pretty good. I did not publicly fondle my wife, but I came pre...tty close. Checking to see how firm her bottom was becoming doesn't count as fondling, does it?She gave me a hug and a kiss, then asked "What did you order?" I'm going to try the Beef Wellington. It just came out, the coffee is too hot." Oh, if you are trying that then I'm getting the Steak Diane." She ordered that and a Sprite, and when it came. It wasn't finalized, but I wanted her critique."Here's my idea. Instead of looking for a guy who's willing to try a cock for a change, I go after a plain, unattached woman and do an all-nighter with her." But how are you going to get her credit cards to me? And how much could I buy before the credit card company gets suspicious and cancels the card on its own?" Well, at least she didn't care if I fucked some other woman."I'll think of something." But I couldn't figure how to get the cards out. ” His rough voice, and rough way of putting me into the position he wanted, sent a rush of warmth to my cunt. I bent over as he’d instructed, putting my forearms flat on the bed. My ass was already sticking up in the air when I began to realize what a truly vulnerable position this was. Dave pushed down on my lower back. “Arch your back and present your butt for me, honey” he said gruffly. I could tell by the change in his voice that he was getting turned on too. I arched as much as I could,. But only if it gets weird. Or scary. Until then, I could just enjoy the sex because … because after all, it’s Kevin. That mysterious disembodied thumb in my pussy had been joined by a mysterious disembodied finger – a knuckle, actually – and it was pressed against my clitoris, sliding around in my juices while the hard nub of my love button slipped left and right beneath it. As delicious as the thumb-fucking was, I had a deeper itch, a furnace heat building in the depths of my pussy that it.