“And that she’s a bit of a slut – or at least that she can be dirty when she wants to.”“And that turns you on?”“I’m only human,” he ...admitted.I lay back on the pillow, my head spinning. This was a revelation indeed. For a few minutes, I let the thoughts run round and round in my mind.“Do you fantasise about her?” I eventually asked.“Penny!”“Do you?” I insisted.There was a pause.“I mostly fantasise about you and your lovers, but I suppose sometimes I do think about her,” he admitted.“Huh!” I. M - "I see you are getting excited too," looking down at my pants.J - "Mitch I have these thoughts too but we shouldn't act on them." I said trying to get to stop because I knew if I had the dick my mouth I won't be able to stop. I knew I was going to have fun but not this much, if only if I didn't feel this guilty. M - "Come over here, and taste my dick." He said in kinda demanding way. I reluctantly did nothing and just sat there, he then proceeded to grab my leg and pulled me towards him.. It has been one hell of a day. The loan officer, Mr. Faraday, was ruthless. He went over our business plan with a fine-toothed comb. The man picked out every tiny detail, asked us a hundred questions about each one, and told us exactly where we had gone wrong. After two hours of sitting in hard plastic visitors’ chairs, Mr. Faraday smiled and stamped approved on our loan papers. We got the loan. Relief flowed through my body for about two seconds then off to work I went. Work was grueling too.. My husband is a good man when he is not drunk. But he has his limitations when it comes to sex and arousing or satisfying my needs. But of which my love is never short of.I vividly remember this one time when my husband had to leave for Canada for a fortnight. I was excited because it meant I got to spend a lot more time with my lover without any inhibitions. He had moved away from where I stayed. I knew it was the perfect time for me to visit his home.This time though, I wanted to surprise.