“Tonight will be the last night” I said.
Paul and I were walking through a park near my apartment. He seemed to know immediately what I meant. He kept walking but looked over in interest.
“Yes?”
“We’ve given it a lot of thought. With everything that we’ve done, there should be a final night. A night to celebrate our time together.” Paul’s fiancé Kim had been studying abroad for almost two years. She’d just graduated with her doctorate and was due to return to him in a week. To keep Paul from straying while she was away she arranged a number of sexual encounters with my wife Anne. The last such night he had fucked her for the first time.
“Thank you.” He said simple.
Anne was prepared for us when we got to the house. She was waiting for us on the bed, lying flat, in the same position as when he’d fucked her.
She was almost completely nude. There was no outfit this time. All she wore was her white high heels and her panties, already bunched down around her right ankle.