Fuck -- the word described what he wanted to do perfectly, as in contrast to making love, which was what he and Lonnie did in the privacy of their mar...ital bed.And perhaps even more perverse was the consummate love he still had for his black-haired, desirable wife. He still wanted to go home and wrap his arms around Lonnie and have her wrap her vagina around his cock so he could make love to her, for no longer was he tortured with righteous indignation over whatever lewdness she had gotten. She melts once more into my happy arms.The music continues into a series of mellow tunes and Linda and I disappear into a fantasy world. I realise that we are now near the back of the dance floor, led by Linda. I start to kiss her head again and glide my lips to her face, kissing her brow and eyes as she gasps. I want her so much that I kiss her mouth. I feel her pause, but my kisses have an effect on her as she gasps into my mouth. I greedily draw in her breath, loving her. I slide my hands. She had an interview with a highly qualified administrative assistant with an impressive resumé, who happened to be a gorgeous gay man.Chapter Forty-ThreeAvery was greeted by the house manager, Bentley, and escorted up to Grace’s office. He took in the opulence of the house, the grand staircases, the striking décor, and found himself more overwhelmed than he had anticipated. He knew the homes in this area were incredible, but he’d never been inside one quite so lovely.When they reached the. He instructed. I scooted up on the bed while he stepped out of the room. I heard him in the bathroom and then he was back in a matter of seconds. In one hand he had a tube of KY Jelly and in the other hand he had a hand towel. As I lay on my back, Bob squeezed some KY on my straining cock and begin to stroke it. He then moved up and straddled me. “I have to start in this position. We can change later if you want.” He reached down and took hold of my dick and positioned my cockhead against his.