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I knew that any time Barry stayed after the rest of the guests were gone from our weekend party that my wife had chosen him as her “selected lover” and that he would be fucking her on the sofa after I went to bed. Her method of getting masculine attention in this manner was as simple as peeling of her panties and lying back for penetration. She always came to bed some time after Barry finished cumming in her and he slept on the sofa until the next morning. Having breakfast with her and Barry was a mutual agreement between me and my wife that her lovers were welcome at our table. We all knew that she had been fucked by him, and as far as my wife and I were concerned, he was considered a friend who provided an essential and valued service that she enjoyed. She always seemed extremely happy after a love session on the sofa because of the emotional impact of having sex with a lover while I was in the next room.
