Cuckolding aborted Stories

Rosie When I entered the Coffee Cafe, Olivia was already there. I walked up to her and asked, “It’s just us?” When she nodded, I went and ordered soup and a ham sandwich, and then I came back to her table. There were often six to eight other women here, but you never could be sure. I had a couple of things I wanted to approach Olivia about, and I was hoping we’d be alone. I suppose I was sensitized by what I had learned a...