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When Mr. Chen left my bedroom, he looked happy and had a spring in his step. We had agreed to swap bed partners and amicably settled his boorish incident to both of our satisfaction. Our arrangement would delight Silas since he’d wanted to fuck the other man’s wife for years.
It was a win-win, and I was glad to take it.
My boyfriend previously explained that Hermione didn’t much like Chen and had refused point blank to share a bed with him, hence the long wait Silas had to fuck the other man’s wife. Feeling pleased with my diplomacy, I strolled into the living room, watching Chef assemble a delicate finger buffet of smoked salmon mousse stuffed vol-a-vents and caviar-loaded blinis while Stephen prepared several fruit juices and arranged soda cans, with bottles of sparkling water on a hostess trolley for our meeting.
When the elevator pinged and its doors slid wide open, Silas grinned and waved at me before strolling into the Penthouse. He saw Chen standing, waiting to leave. The men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries of the day; then, my future lover left using the means by which my current boyfriend had arrived.
Silas headed straight for me, grinning, lovingly taking me in his arms, kissing me deeply. I felt an unusually high energy trembling in his fingers as they stroked my palms, and he wore excessive excitement that rippled through his face.