I scrolled through the messages my wife had sent me. She alternated between insulting me, and leading me to come home. It was easy to see that she was panicked, and I was happy to see so. Let her wonder what I was up to, her worst nightmares couldn’t even compare to the last couple of days that I had had. “At about lunch time Sarah got back to me asking if I wanted to hang out at the library with her after work. I eagerly sent back a confirmation, and let her know that I would be there as quickly as possible. Work dragged by, and I took an early out telling my boss that I had to meet with my lawyer. He let me out with minimal fuss just saying that he had been there himself. David still had stuff to do, but he gave me a spare key for his place. I took an Uber, and I stopped by long enough to grab a spare change of clothes. I drove to the library and quickly found Sarah working at a desk set against the wall. “Hey.” She said as I sat down next to her. “Took you long enough.” “I. Blatant, but she moved – I’m guessing, unconsciously – in a very sensual way.“After you in the shower,” she said.But I’d barely got in there when she followed me. By the time we’d finished washing each other I was hard. Very hard. She stopped me getting out of the shower, and began stroking my dick. I came after very few strokes, and painted the wall with several jets of semen. It was the work of a few moments to wash that away, then we were out and drying off.“You’ve been very quiet all evening,” I commented, as I patted her dry. “Are you okay?”“You love me, don’t you?”“Yes, I do.”“Good. I’ve been thinking. Come on. I want you to do what you did last night. Is that okay?”“Very okay.”In the bedroom, she flipped the covers back and lay back, spread wide, without pulling the covers over. I lay beside her, kissed her. Her response was amazing; it was almost as though we fused together. But as before, I kissed my way down her body until I reached the tantalising aroma of her pussy. She.
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