The thought of us being together. I can’t stop thinking about it.”I could hear her take a sharp breath in. “You mean you want to have sex?”“...Maybe. Yes.”“Okay. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?”“Okay.”“Okay.”“I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.”“Great. Okay. See you then.”Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me.Knocking on. After wiping, I stood up and as I looked in the toilet, I could see that some white stuff was floating and some had sunk to the bottom. It was obviously a mix of KY and cum, and as I stood there, I was so scared thinking to myself, "What had I let him to do."I knew he was waiting for me and so after trying one more time to push more out, I wiped my ass, gathered my composure, and headed back. As I went in the bedroom, I didn't see him but as I went in, he approached me, gently guided me toward. That's where we'll put her."Joan smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, Mrs. Williams." You're welcome, dear. Now, get back to work."Joan nodded and left the room. Richard then stood up and closed Dee'soffice door. He walked back towards her and said, "What the hell wasthat about?" What? You need a job for the rest of the week." This is going too far, I can't even screw with..." Oh, don't worry about Joan. I've got more than enough peopleundermining her and making her paranoid without you. Which is the main reason I hate condoms and never ever wear one.I rank the pleasure a woman gets from me fucking her at least as highly as my own. It may be an ego or pride thing, but when I'm fucking another man's wife it massively increases my pleasure to see and feel her getting pleasure from me that I know she has never had and never will get from being fucked by the chronically under-performing husband she is happily betraying in their marriage bed.Also, I have become very strongly.