As Roland opens his apartment's door, Linda stands up and hugs him; as he feels her boobs against his breast, he kisses her on the cheeks, on the lips and then in the mouth. Roland fondles her hips and tries to remove her sweater, but she raises her skirt, baring her naked twat, and opens Roland's fly.
He then understands that her wife is eager to be nailed without much foreplay and pushes her backwards, towards a stool she steps on, so she is at the right height above his erect cock, and as she kneels down, her cunt rides it.
Roland isn't satisfied, and as her hips rock around his prick, he raises her sweater and – surprise! There is neither shirt nor bra under it – so he can watch and fondle her bare 38L boobs.
Roland loves cleaning the mess he makes, so when they've both come, he felches her, thus giving her additional stimulation, and another orgasm; Linda always helps her own husband, so she asks him to snowball, so she can swallow it.
Once they've come, Linda loves giving her husband another treat – she volunteers her boobs for him to suck on; even though they are dry (and he's lactose intolerant), Roland loves latching on them, and she loves hugging him while he does that – and at times even gently fondling his dick while he's at it, in order to have her pussy fondled in turn.
Moreover, he can't speak while nursing, so she takes advantage of it to talk to him without interruption – but she takes the trouble never to tell him anything nasty until he's done with her tits.
Today she has very good tidings, "Roland, darling, do you remember Lola, the lesbian bartender?"
Roland and Linda have developed a sign language, so Roland can answer simple questions without stopping to nurse – his answer is yes.
"Ok, she's phoned me that an apartment in her condo is now vacant, and the rent is just $200 a month ..."
Roland waves, "Wonderful!"
"So, can we visit it when we're done?"
Roland signs, "Of course!"
Once they're done, and have showered, they go to the apartment; Lola is a dyke lesser breasted than Linda (Roland estimates that she's 40G), but nonetheless attractive, and she opens the door to the couple.
"Good," Roland says, "There is enough room for my books, my files, my computers – and for my wife and her love as well."
"You're right," Linda assents, "There is enough room for my books, my dresses, my computer and you, darling."
"Perhaps there is no children's room," Lola remarks, but Roland retorts, "No problem. We can't have any."
"Oops. Sorry, I didn't know. Why?"