As I crawled between my wife’s legs, ignoring the fact that another man was lying at her side with his wet penis against her thigh; her belly and breasts were slick with sweat. He reached out and ran his hands over the nipples she was holding out to him. None as pretty as Sarah here.”
He seemed determined to talk about my wife. My chest slipped against her wet breasts. But that didn’t mean I approved. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs and up to her knees. It looked like she felt the same way about Roy. “We got a good price,” she said. Was that smile to let me know that things were okay, or was she telling me that she liked what he was doing? I’d sat speechless the night before.
