My Wife LisaChapter 3
Two weeks after our first experience with Per he visited us again. This is the story of the time up to his visit - and that wonderful night. For more than a week after that glorious night with Per my wife Lisa was like a cat on a hot tin roof. I definitely didn't have to remind her that she was not supposed to wear panties or pantyhose and that her arse was supposed to be freely accessible to me. On Monday she was an hour and a half late coming home, and when her car stopped in the driveway...