Her fingers tapped on the kitchen table.“Blast you, Jacob Fielding. You make my life so goddamned weird. If I hadn’t pushed you together with my d...ughter, I wouldn’t be worrying about this.”“I do have a question, Leanne.”“What?”“Has this been a big enough fight for us to have make-up sex?”She smiled at him regretfully.“We can’t. Brian is here.”“It’s getting time to tell him about you and me.”Leanne tensed.“He’ll never understand.”“I’ll probably have to tell him about my abilities.”“But he’s not. Sam was a pretty good-looking guy and, furthermore, when he had danced with her, she had felt his swollen prick pressing into her belly. It seemed like a nice, big one.Carla hadn't been fucked for some time now, by a man or a dog, and she was in the mood for some casual sex. That was the one drawback about no longer being married, she figured. When she'd lived with her husband, there was always cock available. True, he hadn't been a great lover, and she enjoyed the variety that she had been. She lays beside me, puts her hand to the side of my face kissing my neck and putting her one leg over mine and slowly grinding her pelvis into the side of my hip. She takes her hand and moves it from my face and moves her fingers across my chest, down past my stomach, and grabs my now semihard cock. She's stroking my dick making it harder and moving her lips down from my neck across my chest stopping at the nipples kissing them and then going down to my now fully inflated membrane. I feel her. When I suggested a divorce she said she would fight me to the death before granting me one, and since I did not have any proof of her infidelity, it would be a tough contest for me to win.So I took the whole deal pragmatically and decided to do what I thought best -- to have an outside sexual encounter of my own. It didn't go as well as I thought it would. At first I got an erection but I couldn't sustain it. Why was I feeling guilty when I was the wronged party?The next morning is where we.