We finished twenty minutes later, exhausted and sweaty.Cindy laid out flat on her stomach on the floor as Tonyslowly rolled off her. I leaned back aga...nst the couchand closed my eyes. For five minutes we were allsilent, enjoying the afterglow. Then it was up forjuice and Gatorade. We saw Tony again two nights later, and again on theweekend. It was as if we had all tapped into aninexhaustible supply of horny. Then it tapered off toabout twice a month. Sometimes I would just watch Tonyand Cindy. Don’t beat yourself over it. I have lived through many nights when I would think that people offered mercy to rabid dogs and hoped that my children would even show as much mercy on their father who was dying all alone in his empty house, but after some time even that hope faded. I remember, my father took my face in his hand on his deathbed and told me that he knew that his values, his thoughts would live on in this world till such time as I walked the earth and that gave him a shot at. It was also impossible for him to admire others. Like me, for instance. He ridiculed my pro bono cases. He made fun of my trying to get things done for kids in bad neighbourhoods.I lapped it all up. And purred.Of course I saw in the end who he was. A bit late, I admit. But hey, even dumbo's have to start somewhere. Problem with this dumbo, though, was that she didn't stop admiring him. Doting on him might be a better word.I was never a girl to have many friends. Especially after I became. It caught Richard by surprise. Some spilled out of his mouth and down his chin but the bulk of it stayed and he swallowed. Jan smiled with deep satisfaction before kissing him. She could taste Ben’s cum and it excited her even more. She knew that Richard was a bit embarrassed afterwards. This was not natural to him. Ben had cuckolded many husbands and as well as being a natural alpha male he was also a natural dominant. Humiliation was all part of the act of cuckolding. Fucking another man’s.