Martha Finally Cheats
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She’s not as smart as she thinks – my ending to LaffWithMe’s Martha Finally Cheats
URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/martha-finally-cheats
LaffWithMe’s story is pretty simple. A story of a thirty eight year old happily married wife (20 years) and mother of two. Wife hears about big cock, wife feels big cock, wife sees big cock, wife becomes a slut for big cock. Continues to fuck hubby, even though she says she can’t even feel him, for months. The end. Another real Laffer.
The End? I don’t think so… A quick read this time. Ugly, dark, and vicious flash story. You’ve been forewarned.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that’s been abandoned for too long, I’ll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don’t write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.
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The end(?) of Martha Finally Cheats
I tried to say, ‘I’m just not that kind of woman. This was a mistake. I think we should just forget that this happened.’ But no words came out of my mouth. I just reached down and fondled Martins big soft cock.
Sybil sat on the bed, kissed me softly. ‘Sharing is fun Martha. And we’re all a little bit slut down deep aren’t we?’
Slut – the word rattled in my mind. God, I am a slut, aren’t I. And I don’t care, I just know that I want to fuck that big cock again.
So there it is, that’s how it began. Poor Tom has no idea why I’m such good friends with Martin and Sybil. Tom continues to like to fuck every week or two but I can hardly feel him in me.
I thought I had it pretty good. At 41 years old, I had it all. Two smart, beautiful daughters, the last one had just been shipped off to college. A good loving husband who was a great provider and gave me the love and affection I adored.
And then there was Martin Pratt’s huge cock, and Sybil’s tantalizing tongue that gave me the mind-blowing sex I craved and needed.
We had driven Tina up to college over the weekend, and gotten her setup in her dorm. Tom got his weekly helping of pussy on the drive back. I could even feel him a little, it had been almost a week since I’d been with Martin. I was looking forward to Monday, when my husband would go to work, and I’d get that big hard cock I’d grown accustomed too.
When I woke up that morning, Tom had already left for work. He was considerate that way, often showering in the guest bathroom so he wouldn’t disturb me. He knew I liked to sleep in. As I rolled out of bed, I was already feeling that familiar itch. I cleaned up carefully, lubing up thoroughly to make sure I could handle Martin where ever he wanted me. The lube was flavored, for Sybil’s sake.
I put on my favorite ‘heading-across-the-street-to-cheat-on-my-husband’ outfit, shorts with a stretch waistband, an oversized t-shirt, and sandals. I bet you thought that I’d wear something sexy, but I’m not stupid. I wasn’t going to feed the gossip machine anymore than I already was. I’d already heard too many mean-hearted rumors about spending so much time with the Pratts. Besides, I could be out of that outfit in less than three seconds. They’d timed me.
I let myself into their house, using the key they’d given me. As soon as I was in the door, I got a little pissed off, to be brutally honest. I heard the moans from the back of the house, and knew they’d started without me. Selfish meanies.
Opening the door to the bedroom, it took me a few moments for my brain to actually take in what I was seeing. Martin and Sybil were tied down on their own bed and there was blood everywhere! The iron-rich sickly sweet smell hit me only seconds later. For a moment I was sure they were dead, but their moans quickly set that notion straight.
Moving closer, I was stunned by the horror before me. I now recognized that the blood was localized. It took a few more seconds to confirm what had happened. I threw up all over the two of them.
Martin’s cock had been cut off. Right to the quick. Nothing left. Not even a nub. It looked like someone had cauterized the wound afterward, because it wasn’t bleeding. Who ever had removed his cock hadn’t left it around.
Martin was moaning, and I almost lost what I didn’t have in my stomach, when he tried to talk. Grunting sounds escaped, and as I got closer and looked past all the blood on his face, I recognized that his tongue was gone.
‘Unhgg – uggg – muh,’ he groaned, looking at me.
He reached toward me with his bound hand, only able to move it a few inches, and a new atrocity emerged. His index and middle fingers, along with his thumb were missing.
I reached for my cellphone, and hesitated only a moment before calling 911. I tried to think up a story for why I was there, when my gaze moved over to Sybil.
The words of the 911 operator went in one ear and out the other as I took in her injuries. Like her husband, her tongue and fingers had been removed. Her nipples appeared to have been burned off. It also looked like someone had sewn her pussy shut.
‘What is your emergency?’ the voice from the phone repeated.
‘My… my neighbors, someone has hurt them. They’re tied up.’
‘Are you alone in the house?’ the operator asked.
Suddenly fear rushed through my body. Was the torturer still there? Was I in danger? I ran from the building, my heart racing, until I was standing in the middle of the street.
‘Hello? What is your address? What is the nature of the injuries?’ the voice was repeating over the phone.
I gave them the address, and listed what I’d seen. Then I stood outside shivering in the 95 degree weather, while the neighbors slowly gathered around me, until the speeding vehicles and sirens forced me to move onto the sidewalk. The inquisitive mob followed, and I heard the heart-rending murmurs and innuendo that I left in my wake.
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I told my story to the policemen, explaining that I was supposed to go shopping with Sybil, and that the front door was unlocked and we commonly entered each other’s homes. When they asked me if I knew who might have done such a thing I drew a blank.
‘Nobody,’ I said. ‘They’re nice people, popular. They’ve lived here for over three years, and never had a problem. This is a quiet neighborhood. We have no crime here. None.’ I hesitated for a moment, voicing a concern. ‘He works with Mexicans, importing stuff. You don’t think…’ I’d heard about those foreign gangs. Were they caught up in something illegal?
Suddenly the injuries made sense. Their tongues cut out and fingers removed so they couldn’t identify their assailants. Couldn’t even write it down. It was an evil, vicious thing, a way of covering their tracks. Cold-hearted.
It was hours before things settled down, and the police left. Even then, I was stuck with our nosy neighbors, talking about what I’d found, and what had happened. I received more than a few suspicious looks and glares, but I shook it off. Let them speculate. We were too careful for anyone to know the truth.
It was late afternoon before I had freed myself of the last of the rumor-mongers. I was exhausted and shaken. I was also sick to my stomach over what I’d seen. I waffled between going to the hospital or not, but in the end, I figured that might look too suspicious.
I thought about calling my husband, but I was too nervous and upset to speak to him. I decided I’d wait until he got home, took a couple of pills to calm myself, and laid down on the couch, hoping to nap but knowing the likelihood was slim to none.
When Tom hadn’t arrived by seven o’clock, and the dinner I’d prepared was getting cold, I tried to call him. The phone went right to voicemail.
Eight rolled by, and I was gett
ing pissed. I’d had one of the most frightening and disturbing days of my life, and my husband couldn’t even have the decency to call to let me know he was going to be late. Sure, he was late a lot with his new responsibilities, and I was used to it, but he would normally at least give me a heads up if he was going to be more than an hour or so late.
By nine o’clock, I was frantic. Horrible scenarios were running through my mind. I’d called his work, but instead of reaching his voicemail, it went straight to the main switchboard. I’d already left half-a-dozen messages on his phone for him to call me.
Looking around the living room, working on my second bottle of wine, I noticed a blank spot on the wall, and felt a shiver down my spine. That was where the picture of Tom fishing with the girls should have been. I stood up and started noticing things. Things missing. Not much, just a few here and there. Moving into the kitchen, I noticed our Wusthof knife set was gone. Tom’s precious cooking knives, which I wasn’t allowed to use after cutting myself twice.
I ran up the stairs, and my fears took form. Half his clothing was missing, most of his toiletries, as well as his watch collection and jewelry box. I groaned, growing more frantic by the moment, trying to remember where everything should be. Itemizing in my mind the things he’d taken. The document fire safe we kept in the closet. His high school trophies. My jewelry case. His bedside phone charger.
I ran from room to room, dialing his cell repeatedly, shrieking into the phone, begging him to call me. In the garage most of his tools were gone. His fly fishing gear, and his two favorite spinning rods, his golf clubs, all vanished. The gun safe was empty, and the computers were gone from the study.
I don’t know how he’d managed to get it all out of there without my knowing. His truck bed must have been filled to the rim when he’d left.
In the living room, I saw our videos and CDs had several missing. I finally noticed that an empty CD case was open on the coffee table, with the remote beside it. I turned on the TV, and almost died when I saw the paused video of Martin fucking me, while Sybil sat on my face. With a trembling hand I hit play, and saw clip after clip of my time in our neighbor’s bed. It was at least two year’s worth, obvious from the different hair styles Sybil and I wore. Most clips were no more than a minute or two, highlighting my noisy orgasms and complete sexual capitulation. They appeared to be endless.
He knew.
He’d known for a long time.
And he’d never said a word.
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I managed to stay in the house for almost ninety days before the sheriff evicted me. I hadn’t paid the mortgage in three months. How could I? I was dead broke.
Tom was gone, and the police had not managed to find him yet. He’d drained our home of its equity, cashed out his 401K, emptied our safety deposit box and bank accounts, then somehow disappeared. They’d found his truck three states away, nearly a month later, but that was all. Other than that, not a single trace.
Selling things from our home, and getting a job that paid $10.25 an hour allowed me to keep the lights on and to eat for three months, but that was about it.
I was ostracized by our friends and neighbors. I don’t know how they came to know everything about my business, but I saw the looks, heard the rumors, watched them turn away, not returning my calls.
I hadn’t seen or heard from Martin or Sybil, since I’d found them in that bed. The scuttlebutt was that they’d survived, but at what cost? It was only two weeks after I’d found them that the For Sale sign went up on their house, and it sold for a song. I know, because I was trying to price my house, and get something, anything out of it, but without Tom’s signature, it took way too long to jump through the legal hoops.
Eventually, I ended up driving my beat up van 400 miles to my mother’s house, all my remaining worldly goods packed inside. The eight year old van my husband had said we were going to replace as soon as our youngest was off to college. I remember shopping for cars with him, excited at putting the old workhorse behind us, and buying a sexy little convertible. It was yellow, with black seats. I had looked great behind the wheel. Now it was no more than a pipe dream.
Mom wasn’t happy to see me, with Dad gone for almost three years, things were tight for her as well. That, plus I’d had to confess why my husband had left me. I’d never heard her use some of the words she screamed at me. We hardly spoke to each other for two weeks, but at least she let me stay. If she hadn’t I don’t know where I would have gone.
I never heard from Tom. Except for that last obvious message.
I never got a chance to apologize, to explain. I never intended to hurt him. It just got out of hand. If he’d only given me a chance, confronted me when he’d first learned of my affair, maybe we could have fixed things. I would have done anything to make it up to him, if he’d only given me one more chance.
I’ve tried to talk to the girls, but they’ve disowned me. He got to them first. Tom left them a message, including a similar video to the one he’d left me, showing what I’d done and for how long I’d done it. He gave them the worst parts, the parts where things were said. Cruel things, vicious things, hurtful things, about my husband and my family. Mostly by Martin and Sybil, but I never defended them. And yes, several horrible statements from my own cheating lips. They were lies, said in the heat of the moment, but there was no way I could take them back now, and I could only imagine how painful it had been for my family to hear them.
He took care of his precious girls. He may have destroyed me, me, who gave him over 20 years of my life, bore his children, raised them, gave my soul to my ungrateful family, but he made sure that the girls were taken care of. He left them a trust, and he paid for their college. I hear that money even shows up in the mail for them, anonymously. I offered to try to help them, sacrificing the pittance I have, but they laughed at me. My daughter’s laughed at me.
I think I deserved another chance. It was one stupid mistake. I was a good wife, a good mother, at least most of the time. A couple of years of foolishness shouldn’t negate a lifetime spent together, being a good, loving and faithful wife and mother. It was only sex, for heaven’s sake.
Instead, I work at the Piggly-Wiggly, and hide in my room. I’m always looking over my shoulder, knowing that one day, my turn will come. It’s been four years now, and my daughters are out of college. I don’t even have an address for them. If I did, I don’t know if I’d write, the last few experiences weren’t good. No, I pass my time, working, eating and sleeping, always wondering, fearful, sometimes even regretful.
The last frame of that evil video, showing Martin and Sybil on that bed, their blood fresh, bright and shiny, with the caption ‘You’re Next’ is burned into my brain.
I know it wasn’t an idle threat. Not my husband. The only thing I wonder is how long he’ll make me wait before delivering the coup de grâce. I shudder to think what form my own ending will take. I wish I had the courage to end it myself. But I’m weak, I’ve always been weak, and he knows that.
All I do is wait. Wait and wonder.
That and think about the weakness that took me down this road. What if Sue had never told me about seeing Marty’s huge cock? What if I’d never danced with him, feeling it pressing against me? What if I hadn’t allowed him to kiss me like that, on New Year’s? What if I’d been strong, and rejected Sybil’s offer to come over and see the jewelry he imported? What if I hadn’t looked, if I’d left when Sybil did, if I hadn’t touched it, gripped it in my hand, rubbed it against my face, let him undress me, licked it, sucked it?
What if I hadn’t let my desires overcome my weak will, what if I had
n’t pleaded with him to fuck me, to feel that huge thing inside me?
What if I’d denied Sybil’s statement that I was just a slut? What if I hadn’t gone on to prove it, day after day for years? What if I’d been a faithful wife?
What if?
Epilogue
It was a dreary, overcast day. There were five people in attendance. Her mother, two people from work, one of her daughters and the minister. The eulogy was short, describing her as a hard worker. Her mother took a moment to say she’d been a good daughter, a good wife and good mother for most of her life. She had made mistakes, but who among them hadn’t? Her daughter Tina didn’t say anything, but she did leave a flower on the coffin.
It had taken nine years. Nine years of fearful anticipation before she was strong enough to end it on her own. It came as no surprise to those who knew her.
Far away, in Manila, it would be weeks before Tom’s baby girl contacted him and let him know his wife was gone. He read the note, crumbled it up and threw it away. It had been a few years since the last time he’d even thought of her. For a few minutes he wondered what his life would have been like if things had been different. If he hadn’t married a faithless, cheating whore.
Tom recalled the difficulty of waiting over two years for his children to graduate high-school and leave the home. Refusing to disrupt their happy life, because of his wife’s heartless betrayal. Watching Martha, waiting to see if at any time she’d remember, change her ways, come back to him and the family. Planning, and preparing, for the eventuality that she never would. At any time she could have stopped, and things might have been different. Maybe. But she didn’t. If anything her adultery became more blatant and more frequent. He felt the anger slowly return, as he recalled their friends carefully broaching the subject, trying to warn him of what everybody knew. The humiliation and embarrassment as he denied that anything was wrong, that her relationship with the neighbors was anything other than friendship. Tom waited, documented, and prepared.
He called in a couple of the girls that lived with him on his estate. They were quite effective at helping him to forget again, reminding him of why he was happy and content. Afterward, he contemplated his eldest child’s upcoming visit, bringing her newest child to meet his grandfather.
Any thoughts of ‘What if? were quickly dismissed. Why mess with happiness?
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Some three years after she took over as Madame, a new big-spending customer, Tonio, started using the House of Joy. He was a dream client; a big spender who always wanted the best of food and drink and didn't care what it cost. He always had three or four Submissive or Straight Sex girls for himself and if he brought a 'friend' with him the 'friend' would also have a couple of the Lesbian Section. According to the girls it was an easy evening. Tonio would first fuck one of them hard and...
It was time for Chief Inspector Tower to face the facts. That was the thought that ran through Martha Goodpenny's brain as she escorted the caterers out the front door of her town house. She strode resolutely back into the study and saw Chief Inspector Tower pouring himself another whiskey from her Harry's private stock. Not that he would have cared being under the sod for more than a few years. "Would you like one, Martha?" She felt more like the guest than the hostess but that was...
Martha Goodpenny spent a moment looking at her reflection in the hallway mirror. She knew she should feel ashamed of her conduct but she felt far too gloriously good to sink into recriminations at her age. "What is done is done" was her thought as she descended down the spiral staircase. She could not call her terrible behavior back even if she had the inclination to do so which she most certainly did not in her euphoric state of mind. Mister Higgins was already downstairs in the...
Martha is my GF...I've been having an afair with her for about three months...this week it started to get a lot more serious. Let me describe her a bit. She is a svelt Latina with blonde hair and generous size tits. I'm not going to pretend I know the cup size...but my wife has Cs and Martha's are larger. Martha works out a lot...and for a woman in her mid-40s, is in excellent shape. In short, she is a totally hottie. But let's not stop there. Martha has the sexiest kisses I have ever known....
Her money lasted her nearly a year, in which time she had found no man who could, or would, give her real pleasure; nor had she found a 'sponsor'. It was when she tried to borrow some money from her mother that the problems started. She flatly refused to help Martha and told her if she wanted money she should go out and earn it. Her mother undoubtedly meant she should earn it by getting a job, but Martha had other ideas. The men who had approached her in the various clubs had made a number...
When Martha opened her eyes she was in a strange room she had never seen before; it was not just strange to her, there really was something very odd about it, but her mind could not quite grasp what it was. She was lying on a bed and there was a light coverlet over her, but she was completely naked and could not see her clothes anywhere. Then she realised what was so odd; this room was dedicated wholly to sleeping. Every other sleeping room she had ever been in was also used for other...
After life had settled down with the two brothels, the New House of Joy straight for the fuddy-duddies, and Jacqui's Place kinky for the youngsters, as the forty-year-olds thought of themselves, Martha more or less retired from 'active service', only performing as a professional on either side of the switch for certain very favoured clients and, of course, free of charge whenever the fancy took Hugo and he appeared or sent for her, but he often seemed to prefer Kim. She never lost her...
Several years ago, when her husband had been mugged in an alley in one of the worse parts of the city, Martha had made a promise that the same thing would never happen to her if she could prevent it. That was why she joined the beginning Ju-Jitsu course at the Adult Education center at the Council meeting hall. The instructor was a retired SAS sergeant with a penchant for dishing out pain just to see how much his students could handle. She had almost quit that very first session because the...
Martha was sweating profusely from the strenuous workout. The two instructors were demonstrating to the other students how to assault from the rear without getting into a disastrous countermove that would reverse the situation. She was playing the role of the victim as usual because she looked so innocent and unaware of her surroundings. The instructors were new replacements for the police academy but were "moonlighting" at the martial arts dojo with Martha's recommendation to the master....
... Then will I swear beauty herself is black And all they foul that thy complexion lack. Shakespeare, Sonnet 132 I'll never forget the first time I met Martha. I had never seen a woman so ... so beautiful, so well-proportioned, so words-failing-me-ly amazing to look at. I had also never seen anyone with skin that dark. Martha was the color of fresh-brewed coffee. Not mocha, not tan, not any variation on the theme. She was black. Totally, completely black. It's not a criticism. It's...
The middle of the following morning, Jill had gone to the Policebot Station to see what she could find out and the girls were talking about what had happened and what might happen next. They were sitting in the Choosing Room wearing their off-duty clothes, mostly tunics and trousers, though one or two had dresses on, and having a drink from the House of Joy's customer drinks, rather than the innocuous imitations they were more used to. Suddenly, and unannounced this time, more policebots...
Higgins answered the front door when she rang the bell. She thought that was unusual because he had a retinue of servants to manage the estate and he was a very private person. "I let the servants have the afternoon off, my dear it makes it a lot more homey and private for us to discuss matters." Martha hoped that he meant it just like he stated but she had a gut feeling that he was talking about something else entirely. She had the distinct impression that he was hinting that they would...
It was another one of those damp mornings that seemed to wait forever before the sun finally broke through the haze. Martha had spent the entire night tossing and turning and trying to figure out how to get the solid evidence she needed to convince the prosecutor to detain Mister Han on murder charges. She was more than reasonable convinced he was the guilty party but he had covered his tracks well. Of course, he was a professional trained assassin and had plenty of practice on how to deceive...
The sound of a jackhammer from the park across the street filtered through Martha's pulled curtains and right through the ear plugs she had placed inside her sensitive ears to insure getting a much needed rest before striking out on a search for a suspect with plausible motivation in her niece's death. She had no doubt it was a homicide even though the original coroner's report indicated that it was either accidental or suicide. She had to laugh at the suicide aspect because she couldn't...
100% fiction! My cousin had just turned 18 years old, she was a Beautiful 5'3" 115 lbs. of Firey Red Haired passion. She had 38c Breasts and a tiny 26 inch waist with a 38 in Ass to die for. Long Red Hair to her Ass and Green Eyes. She had just finished her 11th grade finals and was home for summer vacation. I was visiting my Aunts for the summer, I'm 29 years old, 6'1" and weighed 170 lbs. with Brown Shoulder Length Hair and Brown Eyes. My Aunt and her Husband both worked graveyard shifts so...
IncestThe next evening after work Alan came to visit and was duly punished for being late. Martha had got him used to being tied up and so he thought nothing special of being tied face down on the bed and the start of the punishment was quite normal. Martha let fly with three or four good blows on his arse with the paddle, to get a little colour into it. SPLAT! Left arse cheek. SPLAT! Right arse cheek. SPLAT! SPLAT! "I'm truly sorry I was late, Mistress," he offered. "So you should be,...
It was fifteen years after Martha had come into the brothel as little more than a pile of battered meat and broken bones, when Madame called all the girls to a meeting and warned them that there were some changes being made in the Police to comply with some new law or other which was supposed to combat police corruption. "We, in the House of Joy, provide a necessary service to the community. If men could not come here and take their pleasures, then they would take them elsewhere and the...
Mister Han looked over his shoulder at the corpulent blonde street girl he had purchased for an evening's entertainment as he exited the hotel room in downtown London. She was sprawled across the bed in deep slumber with the marks of his energy showing clearly across her milky white skin like badges of courage. He so much enjoyed dishing out the blows to the seldom protesting young things that walked the streets of major western cities. The females engaged in that profession in his country...
All Martha could think of as she drove along the highway was one thing and one thing only, today was finally going to be the day. She had hidden her fantasy for years, suppressing it beneath the façade of being the faithful, doting wife, but now she was free to pursue her sexual dreams. ‘Free’ was a hard concept for Martha to embrace. Her husband had died over a year ago. A tragic and untimely passing and in recent months she had fought through the guilt of moving on. She loved her husband, but...
Martha and Paul Martha and Paul by Carmenica Diaz
Husband watches wife cheating with a big cock.Weekday mornings are hectic at our house--my spouse and I are getting ready for work. Patty takes the bus to town and leaves the house a half-an-hour earlier than me. She is always running late and in a rush everyday. This particular morning, after Patty hurried and left for the stop, I noticed, she forgot her bus pass. Me being a good husband--I jumped into my car to bring her pass. I hoped to make it to her stop, before the bus's arrival.I was...
Martha has always enjoyed Martha has always enjoyed light bondage, having her four limbs lightly restrained, and blindfold. Jorge, her husband, never really enjoyed it and for Martha it left her not feeling completely sexually satisfied. Just because Martha does not get her light bondage like she likes it does not mean that she is not please with Jorge. For her it is one thing that she has accepted that may only happen on a rare occasion and for her she has found using her vibrator at night...
I guess I should have been aware that our sex life was in trouble for a long time, but I guess I just never thought about it. My wife Joyce and I had been married for a little over twenty years and sure, for at least the past five years, or probably even more, our sex life was pretty much non-existent. The truth is that even before that period of time, maybe even from the time that we were first married, we'd go weeks, even months without having sex and when we did, I think that I knew that it...
Wife cheats with neighbor who's like my own son 5There I was sitting on the bed looking at the hotel videos Heather had on her phone meant for Connie to see. My pants down, cock in hand as I watched several of my beautiful wife, her fulfilling my fantasies with several young guys getting it from both ends and even both holes at the same time. I am sure they were Jason’s football friends while I cant say who was holding the phone getting it all. There was oral, plenty of anal even a submissive...
Wife cheats with neighbor who's like my own son 5(reposted because of accidental deletion)There I was sitting on the bed looking at the hotel videos Heather had on her phone meant for Connie to see. My pants down, cock in hand as I watched several of my beautiful wife, her fulfilling my fantasies with several young guys getting it from both ends and even both holes at the same time. I am sure they were Jason’s football friends while I cant say who was holding the phone getting it all. There was...
Wife cheats with neighbor who's like my own son 6...Karen had told me she checks Jason’s phone while he showers to find out what he’s been up to with my wife and of course I was doing the same now with Heather. What I had been waiting for on my wife’s phone was there now and I was excited. While she showered just feet away I got to read some of what she does while at the computer, her infatuation with Jason but her also mentioning someone named Aaron who I didn’t know along Karen which sparked...
Martha Templeton and her computer did not stop discussing the program she was developing when her the manager, Alan Harris, came and looked at the screen over her shoulder. Nor did they stop when he slid one hand inside the front of her tunic and fondled the smooth bare skin of her left breast. After finishing the immediate program topic, she told the computer to do something else for a few minutes while she had a private conversation. "Mr. Harris, since I know you already have a wife and a...
It looked like a pile of old clothes someone had forgotten to put into the disposer, as Kara came back out of the aircar park a good deal richer than she had gone in, carrying another 'john's' love juice up her arse. She could hardly wait to get to the toilet and clean it all out; she didn't want it trickling down her legs and making her sticky! Then she saw a hand sticking out of one end of the bundle and realised that it was a woman; the ring on one twisted finger told her that it was...
Introduction: Faithful wife is younger than her husband and needs more than he can provide her. Dharma Cheats On Greg With Ted Introduction: My wife was faithful to me for a total of thirteen years and we had been married for eleven. When she asked me about having sex with a co-worker who she was attracted to I encouraged her to go for it. But I insisted that she give me all the details afterward. Names have all been changed to protect the guilty! I had been married for eleven years, when my...