Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than I’d realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to. Sex I lay on my bed all evening worrying about what my wife was getting upto, while I was stuck, alone, in a Holiday Inn bedroom. ‘My God!’ she’d changed before my eyes, and I had missed it – I was taking her for granted. “Come on, keep sucking! There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I had only seen her wear black, sensible, ones. “What are you stopping for?” She shouted frantically. Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. They were, also, dressed alike; white vests, track bottoms, trainers and loads of gold chains. Barry leaned forward, pushing everything that he had into her, and whispered something in her ear. Fucking Hell! I hardly slept. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip as she pulled the foreskin back. “It’s so…….good.
