He's a real stud.He's a real stud." A serious thought intruded, "You know he'll want more, don't you?" Jenny waved my concern away. "I'm sure he'll ask or try, but I'll convince him it was a once in a lifetime thing that can never be repeated." Jenny was right. She told me that a few days later, Danny stopped by before I got home from work. Jenny said she sat him down, held his hand and apologized for what happened. She said she didn't know what came over her, that she loved her husband and could never risk her marriage like that, again. Apparently, Danny took it all, with a pout, but finally left. If anything, Jenny and I felt even closer than we did before my birthday. Left with a quiet moment in work, or distracted from a book, my mind would wander back to our porch, and I could see another man's hard, pink/purple cock spreading my wife's pink pussy lips, fucking her willing cunt. |