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t was a cold, crisp evening and my thigh high boots clip-clopped along the pavement as I walked. I pulled the thick, long coat tighter around me to try and keep out the worst of the weather. I was on my way to see my Dolly date "boyfriend" at his suburban Minneapolis house. Downtown was fine in Minneapolis in the chill weather, all the major convention hotels and buildings are connected by walk-way bridges to protect business people (and their mistresses!) from the elements. But now I was making a house call, (which shows you how many times we'd been together and how deeply our trust had been built, for me to make a house call), and there was a chill breeze. I had the thought, "this isn't even Minneapolis, this is Mendota. Mendota Minnesota. Heck, this is really a suburb of St. Paul, not really Minneapolis". Then I thought of the warm beach and island trips I've shared with Mark. That's my guy's name. Mark. Minnesota Mark.
His wife was away at her parents in Palm Springs so he had invited me for dinner and a night of domestic bliss. "Mark, I'm very concerned for your protection and mine, leaving evidence..." I began, but he had answered my concerns on the phone. "Dolly, you remember that threesome we shared with Alyssa, the escort from here who I was introducing to the scene in Miami?" Sure I did. Alyssa was attractive in the "oh she's having an affair? No surprise, look at her, I'd fuck her, too" sort of a way if you saw her and heard the whispering at the country club or dinner party. "Yes, I remember her, you damn near fucked her bareback until I grabbed your dick while it was on the way into her and reminded you. I swear, you've never been that eager with me. Should I have been jealous? But what about Alyssa -- wait, you've had a threesome with Alyssa and your wife? Holy shit, Mark!"
Mark started laughing. "No, Dolly. Alyssa is my wife!" He's been holding out on me! "For real?" "Yep." Oh this fine fuck of a lover just got so much hotter. Can't believe he hadn't shared this info. I'd even scouted her on-line profiles. She was really nice, too, and Mark is giving me really generous presents in envelopes when he has her for a wife. I was sooooo, going to fuck the shit out of him! Dinner and a night alone with Mark at his house suddenly sounded like heaven. I couldn't wait.
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