His eyes drank me in, head to toe. "I know I'm not supposed to mention it, but the other day, in the library... what you two were up to really got me ...oing. I can't stop thinking about it." I offered a shy smile and thought about what his cock had done, both real and imagined. "So do you only fuck girls?" He asked suddenly. "Or..." I cut him off, "no I like guys too." I pictured his cock, swelling and pressing in to my mouth. Definitely guys too, I thought. Without hesitation, his mouth covered. No... knowing that my lovely wife of 8 years is having an affair.Jack Cartwright stared unseeing over the lake before him. The evidence had been there for weeks. Jill getting home late from work, the phone calls he had overheard her part in, with the soft voice, the tender tone, the words that could be interpreted several ways. The new clothes, more mod, certainly sexier. The many nights she had said she was out with his sister shopping as he lay tormented. His gut wrenched as he lay his head. He offered to get pizza to welcome her.He bought some beer as well and she drank a couple of them as well as scarfing down more than a half of the dinner. He was a light eater and drinker so that was fine with him. She helped clean up the kitchen, not that there was much to do, but it was a thoughtful thing.Then came the moment that Tom was both dreading and anticipating. Freda said, “I guess it’s time to pay the first installment on my rent. Shall we use my room or yours?” Tom stuttered a bit. I like if you like, master'', she replied.''Good'', I answered, ''Are you wet, are you feeling horny, my sweet little slut?She was looking a bit confused...but she replied,''Y-yes master, I am wet and if you want more, I here for you.''"God, what an angel.'' I thought.I pick up a chicken drumstick and started to chew on it and suddenly had a thought... Looking at Rong, I handed her the drumstick and said,“Rong, I want taste your cunt juices on this chicken. Do me the honor of rubbing this all.