As I sat at my usual table in Starbucks sipping my Grande Blonde Roast, I reflected on the events of the last hour. I was smiling as I recalled waking up my husband this morning with a surprise. I was also smiling because I could faintly taste his cum lingering on my tongue an hour after swallowing. Finally, I was smiling just thinking about his thick, luscious cock which has given me pleasure for the last two years, six months of which, as his wife. I doubt Aaron was expecting to be woken by my lips wrapped around his morning wood. But he didn’t complain, in fact, he has never complained when I take his seven inches all the way for a happy ending. Aaron and I have an unusual marriage; not quite an “open marriage”, but a semi-open marriage. We agreed long before getting married that both of us need more sexual experiences than a traditional marriage would allow. So, we agreed, and put it in writing, that each of us could have extramarital sex once every two weeks. We added a few conditions, such as we had to tell our spouse before each time we had sex, we couldn’t repeat with the same person within two months, the opportunities did not accrue – use it or lose it – and so on. In our six months of marriage, I had had sex with someone other than almanbahis Aaron five times and he had taken advantage of our pact six times. So, we have let several opportunities lapse. We have fantastic sex when we’re together and after one of us “gets lucky” we have truly amazing “reunion sex.” Aaron and I have different tastes as well. I liked a bit of bondage and rough play, while he loves more subdued and prolonged lovemaking. Fortunately, I enjoy everything and our sessions start out with his style and end with my fetish. We are both paralegals with Private Investigator licenses for California, Nevada, and Arizona. We met on opposite sides of a capital case and it was love at first sight. We work for different firms and in different cities. We live in the inland empire, east of LA. Aaron has a commute, working mostly in Orange County and south to San Diego. I work locally and north up to Bakersfield and east to Las Vegas. So, we often stay overnight in other cities while investigating or locating and interviewing witnesses. Aaron and I are sometimes gone for two or three days at a time, so our arrangement is good for us. A terse “Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” shattered my erotic thoughts. A young, tall, dark and handsome man sporting almanbahis yeni giriş either an Australian or British accent and a very nice gray suit sat down across from me at my regular table without waiting for an answer. I was a bit taken aback at first. But looking into his dreamy, deep-roast with a touch of cream-colored eyes, I found geography of no concern. My Dell Inspiron laptop was an unnecessary barrier and I closed the lid to better welcome the dreamy Aussie, I decided, into my little world. “Robert,” came the shout from the barista, and as he rose to retrieve his morning fix and doffed his suit jacket. I now knew his name. He had to be 6′ 2″ tall and filled out the suit pants nicely, especially in the ass. His dark brown hair was expertly trimmed and his aftershave lingered when he left. As he returned to his seat I could see his tailored, ice-blue shirt strain ever so slightly at the shoulders. But his tailor had done a marvelous job accentuating his flat stomach and ripped obliques. As he sat down again, I thought about what other wonderful things may be hidden in his pants. I felt a slight quiver, deep below, hidden by my own pants. I was at my local Starbucks doing some research on a potential witness for a new case, but almanbahis giriş now my research switched to Robert. “Good Morning, Robert. My name is Vicky. What brings you out at 6:30 AM?” Robert looked at me as if he hadn’t noticed me when he interrupted my earlier thoughts, but then smiled. “Apparently, to find the prettiest girl in this desert town.” Several seconds passed, as I remained silent, which was an effective interviewing technique I often used. “Actually, Vicky, I’m in town for a job interview. I flew in from Baltimore last night and I feel like it’s mid-morning already and my interview isn’t for almost four hours.” “Where are you staying, at the Marriot?” I asked after noticing the lack of a wedding ring and seeing a potential opportunity. “Yes, the Marriot was recommended. Since I’m here for several days, I’m glad I took their advice. I walked around a bit last night after dinner and the two other hotels look pretty shabby.” “There are several good ones at the other end of town, but the Marriot is the best. So, you’ve got at least three hours to kill. I’ve got an idea I think you’ll like.” Ten minutes later, after explaining Aaron’s and my marriage arrangement, I was on the phone with Aaron. “He doesn’t believe me, so I’m putting you on speaker.” Pressing the button I continued, “Now, Aaron darling, I want Robert here to fuck my brains out this morning, is that OK with you?” I asked softly so as to no be overheard by the few other customers here this early.