Taylor and I had been seeing each other off and on for about a month. Taylor is a short girl, but very curvy. I’m small too, thin and kind of flat chested, but still a little taller than Taylor. I have pale skin and shoulder length dark hair, and people tell me I’m pretty in a girl next door kind of way. I don’t get any complaints, understand, but sometimes I envy Taylor’s sexy curves and the effect her gorgeous tits and ass have on men.
We had gone out to a move that night, and the movie was ok, but we were really more interested in touching each other. I’d spent most of the show with my hand on Taylor’s leg, and she’d had her head on my shoulder, occasionally nuzzling my neck or ear. We were excited to get back to my apartment and enjoy some more private time together, so Taylor was disappointed when we got home and my husband Rob was there.
“But I want you to myself,” Taylor complained.
“Sweetie, you won’t even know he’s here if I ask him to stay out of our way,” I explained to her. Rob is very submissive, and was waiting patiently to see what I’d do.