Free My Woman His Wife Saga by Anna J. Page B

to ask her to do it again.
    â€œHello, so glad you could join us,” Sheila said before she kneeled down on the side of the bed between Monica’s legs. Monica closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the tongue-lashing Sheila was giving her. James undressed immediately then walked over and joined them on the bed.
    He kissed Monica’s lips briefly before finding his way to her chocolate nipples. Sheila’s mouth had already wrapped around his erection, and he almost exploded instantly when her tongue ring made contact with the head of his dick. He remembered thinking she was better than Monica before he laid back on the bed, allowing Monica to sit on his face.
    Monica held her lips apart as James flicked and sucked her clit until she came in his mouth. Standing up on the bed she motioned for him to move back so that his entire body was on the bed comfortably. Switching places, Monica straddled his length and Sheila sat on his face. The two women kissed and fondled each other until they all exploded together. James’s seed dripped out of Monica when she stood up off him.
    In the shower he was beating himself up on the inside because he never ever had sex with her without protection. He never bothered to ask Monica if she was on any type of birth control and feared it was too late to inquire now because he knew she would be offended. Sheila and Monica scrubbed him clean and helped him dress so he could get home.
    â€œWhere are my boxers?” he asked Monica while Sheila was putting his socks on his feet.
    â€œI put them away for safe keeping,” she responded nonchalantly as she pulled his undershirt over his head. Sheila already had his pants halfway up and was waiting for him to stand so that she could finish the job.
    â€œEvery time I come here you keep my boxers. What do you have now? About ten or twelve pairs?” he asked, a little annoyed. He could not go home without any underclothes on, and hoped his credit card was in the car so he could stop and get some on the way back.
    â€œThat’s all I have to keep you close to me,” Monica responded as she pushed him toward the front door.
    When they got downstairs, he turned to get one last look at her. He gazed into her eyes and then down at the rest of her body, stopping at the red lace boy-shorts she had on. Kissing her one last time, he looked down at her underwear again, trying to remember if he’d seen them before.
    â€œYou know, my wife has a pair of panties just like these,” he said while pulling lightly at the band around her waist.
    â€œShe has good taste,” Monica said, smiling up at him.
    â€œYeah.” James looked at the door and then turned to face Monica again. “About that drawing on the wall . . . I don’t remember posing for it.”
    â€œYou didn’t. I remembered one of the nights you were here, and decided to put it on canvas. Is that okay?” she asked, daring him to say otherwise. If he had said it wasn’t cool, she would have sent it to Jasmine in the mail to let her know he had been there. Lucky for him, he didn’t have a problem with it.
    â€œNo, it’s cool. Just don’t let it get out, okay? You know, with my career and all,” he said, his voice slightly quivering.
    â€œIt won’t, now go home,” Monica said while opening the door. She wanted James out, and he was starting to get on her nerves. James had already served his purpose. She didn’t need him anymore, so there was no use in wasting her time talking to him about shit she didn’t care about.
    â€œOne more question then I’m gone.”
    â€œWhat, James?” Monica spat at him, her annoyance showing.
    â€œIs that woman Jasmine’s secretary?”
    â€œYes, why do you ask?” she replied with a slight smile on her face.
    â€œShe won’t tell will she? I don’t want any trouble with them on the job.”
    â€œNo, your secret is safe. Now