Me And His Mrs.

Me and His Mrs.

Her husband sat across from us at the breakfast table, trying his best not to stare. I could tell that he did not get much sleep from the guest bedroom, having listened to his wife and I from the master suite making passionate love for hours.

He seemed curious about what we did together. I would be happy to share details, but would have to be brave enough to ask. Until then, he will just have to use his imagination.

I casually placed my hand on his pretty wife’s knee, and began slowly moving it up her thigh. That seemed to catch his attention, and he was unable to look away. When my hand gets closer to her wetness, I will take her hand and lead her back to the master bedroom where we can resume our passion, much to the angst of the sleepless cuck. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Sunday.