Frank kam oft erst spätabends nach Hause. Und oftmals lag Pauline schon im Bett. Immer lag sie ganz still da und wartete darauf, dass er sie liebkose... würde, um dann mit ihr zu bumsen, wie sie das seit drei Jahren Tag ein Tag aus getan hatten. Jetzt hatte sie endlich die Pille abgesetzt und immer wenn ihre fruchtbaren Tage kamen, brannte ihr Schoß nach Wichse. Aber Frank war meist nur müde und wenn er sie nahm, dannn lief das immer nach dem gleichen Muster ab. Ein kurzes Anknutschen, eine. And again and again. My eyes were filling and a lump was forming in my throat. I didn't want to cry, pity myself. I wanted to be strong, make him see how sorry I was. But the hurtful words he was throwing at me were making me feel worthless, making me cry. He was sitting on the sofa, arms leaning on his lap, sitting forward. I slowly made my way towards him, and crouched down in front of him. My head was down and tears were spilling down my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I breathed. I was expecting him. My involuntary little groan brought a smile to his face as I let my hands roam and explore all over the firm contours and delectable curves of his broad chest. My fingertips touched the pebbly buds of his nipples and I toyed with them between my soapy fingers until they were hard as little rocks. With the soapy lather covering his wide muscular chest, I quickly soaped up my hands again and moved down to his midsection. I looked at that beautiful firm "six-pack" in awe before I finally slid my. As I brush by her, I gently tap her bum. She smiles at me. OK I totally misread the feeling there before. “Before you go up, I want to ask you something.”“I’m all ears.”“Last time we went way too far. I was thinking about this going back home and I thought if my husband had this type of encounter with some chick, I would think he cheated on me, so fair’s fair. I want to keep away from this. But we can play a game. You go back to your office and I start cleaning just in my underwear. No.