As instructed, we were both sitting on the sofa, waiting for his knock on the door. Exactly at 6, I heard him walk up to the door, and he knocked loudly. I looked my wife in the eyes, grabbed her hand, kissed her and said, “I love you.” I walked to the door, opened it, and let him in.
It might have been an awkward moment, opening the door for the man who was about to fuck my wife, but it wasn’t at all… he took charge right away with his easy-going charisma. “Well, we all know why we are here. Let’s get down to it.” Michelle stood up as he shook my hand. He gave her a big hug, and I couldn’t help but notice how small she looked next to him. She’s a slightly small woman, but he was more than a slightly large man, and you could tell how well-muscled he was even fully dressed. He gave her that hug and then met my eyes as he groped her ass with both hands, casually. I had never, in my entire life, despite many hours of fantasizing, seen another man touch my wife like that. He held her at arms’ length and just looked her body up and down. I could see the hunger in his eyes and couldn’t help but notice the visible bulge in his pants.