"we're meeting for drinks." My wife now has a regular pub where she meets her Bulls. I once told her "when you and I eat there, I imagine the wait staff recognizes you, 'that's not who she came in here with the other night.'"
"Here we go". She signals that they're off, usually to his hotel. And the angst begins...
Bing! A text message from her. It's a picture of her holding his cock...
Now it seems too long before I hear from her again. What is she up to?...
Has it been an hour and a half... two hours...
Bing! "I'm on my way home".
I'm laying in bed waiting for her return. Finally I hear her open the front door and hurry upstairs.
"Hey you " she says with a smile. I'm laying in bed. She comes over and climbs on top of me. She gives me a passionate kiss. That initial feeling, knowing she just came from another man's bed. Knowing his lips touched hers. Knowing also that she took his cock in her mouth. Enjoying it's hardness as she eagerly blew him...
"Here we go". She signals that they're off, usually to his hotel. And the angst begins...
Bing! A text message from her. It's a picture of her holding his cock...
Now it seems too long before I hear from her again. What is she up to?...
Has it been an hour and a half... two hours...
Bing! "I'm on my way home".
I'm laying in bed waiting for her return. Finally I hear her open the front door and hurry upstairs.
"Hey you " she says with a smile. I'm laying in bed. She comes over and climbs on top of me. She gives me a passionate kiss. That initial feeling, knowing she just came from another man's bed. Knowing his lips touched hers. Knowing also that she took his cock in her mouth. Enjoying it's hardness as she eagerly blew him...
