No, alchohol for Fred. He's holding out for tonight...

“I’d rather a drink of something else,” Fred says, as he leans in to lightly flick your left nipple with his tongue.

You can’t help but let a moan escape your lips. Placing your hands behind his head, you pull him closer into your breast. The pressure of his face against your chest and the feel of his breath on your cold skin sends a shiver through your body. You begin to feel the familiar wetness between your legs. God, this man got you going!

“Fred,” you whisper, “Fred, I need you. I need you now.”

Fred lifted his head and looked you in the eyes “You have to say the magic words,” he teases.

“Please,” you say, disappointed in having your nipple exposed to the cold again.

“I said magic ‘words’, not ‘word’,” Fred said in a cocky voice. “You remember the agreement, if we were going to sleep behind our spouses backs, you had to be completely honest with me, and follow all that I tell you. What did I tell you were the magic words?”

Your hips involuntarily humped the air as you squirmed with heat for Fred’s massive cock. “Please. Fuck this dirty cheating cunt.”

“That’s better,” Fred said as he offers you his hand to help you up. “Where shall we go today?”