"Beauty marks, one and all. Experience etched into the marble of your exquisiteness." "So that's your explanation? I wanted it?" You needed it. I unde...stood. You surrendered completely and totally, taking the burden of responsibility off of your satiny shoulders and placing it on mine. I accepted it with pleasure." I reached out for her and ran my hand down her side. Her silken smooth side."That's it?" Jill, lovely Jill. I love the way your name sounds. We were flirting, you wanted more, but. My poor husband became even moresilent when he learned that the meeting was to be in late afternoon,not in the evening as he'd thought. When he did speak he revealed thathe'd been expecting to travel to the meeting in darkness, not under theglaring light of a late summer afternoon.We left our plates and headed upstairs. I asked Bob to shower and shavehis face. The previous day we'd enjoyed a rather amorous evening, which had begun when I'd joined Bob in the bathtub, helping him to shave hislegs. But no illusion lasts forever, and that’s exactly what Chloe and I were, an illusion. My dreams came crashing down to land somewhere around my feet when I came home one day to find Chloe in our bed with a man, fucking him like an animal in heat. I still remember to this day how their bodies glistened with sweat, how the entire house smelled of their lovemaking, the moans and grunts of two beings so hot for each other they were mindless. It was the dazed look in her eyes as he was pummeling her. Then I closed my eyes and released the pinched end of the rubber. Warm sperm shot forcefully into my face and open mouth as I imagined my child’s prick exploding in his mothers face. The smell and taste of this cumshot made me feel like I was a true she-slut. I whimpered “more, more, fuck me, give me more”, My son immediately returned to my fucking my hole and we thrust into each other again and again until gradually the sensation of my wet panties rubbing on my “clit” and his stiff rod.