As good of a cocksucker as Brittany is I wanted to fuck her so bad so you can only imagine my disappointment when I saw my wife’s car in the drivewa...y when I pulled up. The three of us headed straight upstairs and as Brittany was going into Jessica’s room he looked back at me and flashed that sexy smile. Maybe I would luck out and my wife would still be awake and I could fuck her and pretend it was Brittany’s smooth, hairless little pussy, but that was not to be. As I opened the door I heard the. Our friends came over and chatted for a bit then circulated around the room. My wife also circulated but made sure I had a fresh drink. At one point our hosts son who was just nineteen, and just back from first year at college, came over with my wife and he stayed and chatted for a bit. When he left I saw him taking my wife up to dance. He was holding her close and his hand strayed down onto her ass more than once. After the dance he came over with another drink for me, which I sipped and. I also brought along a small gym bag, with a change of clothes inside.I changed the station on my satellite radio when I crossed the bay bridge. I could see off to my right Hemingway's. They have a small outdoor bar and great drinks. Plus the crowd is always good on a Thursday night. They might even have a live band. I turned off the a/c and rolled down the windows. The smell of salt water and sand filled my big black Chevy Blazer.I clicked off my cell phone. Then tossed it into my. Today she actually got married to 'a guy', who promised her to fulfill hers every smallest wish. Today she'll enjoy life with the one whom she really loves. On top of everything she don't need to go in 'that business' ever again of selling her body.Waiting for him. On 'her own bed'. On 'their bed'. Was making her aroused. The thoughts that she was going to make love with her 'own husband' was making her happy. Again, she got down from her bed. Once more she glanced herself in the mirror..