She thought of the gun in her closet, but sanity quickly returned. Tracey watched as a latex clad woman slammed into her husband as he stroked his ra...ing, thickly veined rod. Her temper flared as she stealthily walked toward the woman that had her man made cock in the recesses of her husband’s anal cavity. When she reached her, the murderous rage returned, and she grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair. “What the fuck? Cameron!” He jumped from the bed as his cock twitched in his hand, “Trace,. I put off meeting Susan until one Saturday in May. We met at one of the local malls that my wife didn't frequent. I was anxious and wondered if she'd really show up. She looked a lot better than her pictures online. We talked, ate lunch, walked around a bit, talked and just enjoyed each other's company. Just when I was feeling safe, my wife walked out of one of the boutiques and spotted us. I was busted.I wasn't doing anything but I felt extremely guilty. I introduced Susan telling Laurie she. The twin B-bombs that adorned her chest had highly favorable contours.She wore a checkered shirt, the sleeves cut free, unbuttoned so she half spilled out and knotted just below her wondrous ta ta's and a pair of minuscule daisy dukes frayed and worn to thread bare in the most delectable locations and the outline of her fetching camel toe in plain sight.Her get up was a fitting tribute to Jessica Simpson's Dukes of Hazard role, but for my money, she looked far and away better.''Which one of you. I lay next to him that night with my body aching for more sexual satisfaction and gratification experiences.Next morning was routine only, b*o and me not talked about previous night and just completed bath time in usual way with me shagging his cock and making him cum, and then with him doing some computer games in room. I was in kitchen helping mother as usual and talking small talk about only about food and local social happenings.Mother asked me how routine was going with brother and I.