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Enough Is Enough
Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
helped make dinner for Bob. She laughed and said, "He was dressed and gone in five minutes." After dinner they sat together on the couch and watched some TV. Bob played with Brandy's pussy as he watched "The Biggest Loser". It crossed his mind that it had just been forever since her pussy was available while they watched TV. He also remembered how she had sent him to sit in the chair because "she was already comfortable." On Thursday Brandy called Bob at work. "Hi. How would you feel if it wasn't Connor and it wasn't Eric?" "The younger guy you did while I was gone?" "No. Someone new." She sounded nervous. Maybe even worried about his reaction. "Who?" "Martin Shiff. He is the manager of the dry cleaners next door." "What does he drive?" "I wondered if you'd ask. A black Caddy. It's new." "Is he married?" "That's the funny part. He's married to Carolyn Matsuko, the daughter of Dr. Matsuko of the Methodist Church in Riverside!" "When does he want to play?" "Tonight. Five to six, then he has to get home for a meeting at church." "Ok. I'll be home at six-thirty. Remember all the details, I want the whole story over dinner." "Bob, I love you! Thank you." "I love you, too." Bob thought about the video system running in their home. He had put a fresh disc in the night before while Brandy was in the shower. The daughter of Dr. Reverend Matsuko. How interesting. Brandy cooked every time she had a guest. Brandy was taking good care of the house. Her lovers were seeing where she lived. ... Bob listened to her stories about her dates and fucked her hard as she told him about them. Brandy was having orgasms nearly every day and sometimes three or four in a day. Three months passed and during those weeks Bob arranged lots of things he didn't share with Brandy. He arranged to sell their house. He opened two accounts in the Cayman Islands. He transferred all their money except a thousand dollars to the Cayman Island accounts. He got a power of attorney for his realtor and a contract to transfer the proceeds from the sale of their home to the account in the Caymans. Bob called Brandy at work one day near the end of the three months. "Sweetheart, I've got to go to Seattle for a couple days. You can go with me or stay here. If you stay I still want to know who and when you're fucking. No overnight guests unless they leave me the price of my room in Seattle. My room is four hundred a night." "Can I call you back?" "Call my cell." Half an hour later Bob's cell rang. He smiled. She was staying. "This is Bob." "Hi. There will be eight hundred dollars waiting for you when you return." "It has to be cash. Who's staying?" "Usually Eric just wants a suck in his office, and you said that was Ok. But, when I told him about you leaving town he booked both nights. The old boy wants to finally fuck me!" "Your play room, not our bed. Agreed?" "All my toys are in there, not in our bedroom. Guests love the play room." "Great! See you on Friday afternoon. Brandy, I love you." "I love ...