So after scrolling through a few profiles, and exchanging a few messages with lads...One guy sent me a message. I read his profile, 5'6, smooth bottom... He didn't live far away.My profile, was a picture of me in a suit, no face. I'm 6'2, built, big arms, shoulders, chest...no abs. I'm a bear, just not as hairy as most. I explained that I was dominant, liked to be in control, and wasn't looking for anything serious, which he liked.So we spoke for about half an hour, he showed me pictures of. I'd for sure assumed that Jenny Johnson nee Wilson had felt the same.So I'd been musing: what is it that leads a man or woman into that sense that all is not right with their marriage ... that infidelity may be in the air? I hear men say that they never had a clue — that there was nothing that they could perceive that might have indicated a straying wife.Other men indicated that there were clues: changes in behavior that, though they were small in themselves, led to an aggregate that said in. Removing my hand I actually had a globule of both Jamie and me on the end of my finger which I couldn’t help but taste. As I glided the finger into my mouth I began to imagine it was the same cock I had just sucked, the only cock I had ever sucked. This set me off again. As I moved my lips over the length of my digit I started re-enacting the event and as the taste subsided I scooped up more juice from my oozing pussy in order to keep up the fantasy. Keeping my eyes firmly shut I lay back down. “My cock had an itch in it. Rosemary was in the hotel somewhere. Her pussy was in need of being bred. I tried to focus on the promise I made Kurt, but ... I found myself with no diversions to enjoy.”“That doesn’t sound good,” Amelia said.I squeezed her thigh and shook my head.June 11th, 2022I closed the door to my hotel room behind me as quietly as I could. That itch throbbed through my futa-dick. I had a complimentary bathrobe wrapped about my body splattered in my own jizz and half the pussy.