Tim sat open mouthed and motionless as it rose over the tops of her stockings. Midway between her stocking tops and her panties she paused for a few m...ments and then began the movement upwards again. “Oh my God,” Tim gasped as he began to shake again. It wasn’t the sight of her in her black see-through panties that made him gasp and shake; she was his wife and he seen her like this many times during their six year marriage. No, it was the state of them that stunned him. They were wet; not. And there I was thinking about getting a boyfriend. Stupid, stupid,silly, silly me. I'm a girl barely a week, and one of the most importantthings I can think about is this? I had weird priorities.Still, I had to ask. "Hey, Tim, you wanna go get a bite to eat afterwork?"He smiled. "Sure."***And so, of course, getting a bite to eat still meant working, becausethere was Timmy and me, just minding our own business and actuallytalking, and in comes those two goons from the night before. I was. He got off his knees and wrapped his legs around my backside, too. I wrapped my arms behind his back. He reached around me and grabbed my cigar. He stuck it in my mouth and then leaned back, breaking my grasp.He put his hands behind himself as he leaned back. Stretched out with my legs behind him, he pulled his balls up.As I thrust in and out of Napoleon’s hole while he leaned back on his hands, both of us could see how my dick was fucking him. While the smoke from my cigar scorched my eyes, I. The evenings that she went out with friends were hard on me. I would pace back and forth like a lion in a cage until she came home. As I heard her at the front door I would sit in my big overstuffed chair and pretend I was interested in the newspaper or a book. Alyssa would tell me about her exciting evening, kiss me goodnight, and go to bed.The few weekend or sometimes week long trips that she went on were the worst. I constantly worried about where she was, what she was doing, and with whom..