It was taboo but I felt like a dirty girl, which we all like that feeling.When I was just getting into it and my cell phone rang. It was my mother; I ...uess happy hour started early because she would not shut up. She was trying to tell me that they were going to be out later than they originally thought, due to some show they were going to go see.I turned my back to Jack and was facing the mirror, I saw him get out of the shower and come towards me. I felt his heavy cock slap my white ass, and. I had expected my wife to be supportive and sympathetic. I was wrong. When she heard what I had done she attacked me, verbally. She was out raged at how inconsiderate I was. How were we supposed to get started on the new addition to the house she wanted if I went back to school? How were we going to pay our bills and my schooling? I was astounded My wife and I had always shared a close loving relationship. She was always the planner of the family, and she wasn't bad at it so I had been content. ’ I didn’t give him the chance to sing that I should keep smiling. My hands were in the air, muscles clenched. I yelled, ‘Aaahhh.’ He walked over and put his arms around me, which was very courageous. Someone with my body language was more likely to punch him than to relax. He got lucky. I finally calmed down enough to fill him in. I stood waiting for him to curse my parents along with me but, of course, he stood there and thought about it. ‘Very clever,’ he said almost with admiration. ‘What. Since that day, all the time I thought of her, found ways to be near her, watched her with horny thoughts as I emptied my passion in her used panty every day. I slowly became more daring as to give her compliment on how she looked, her clothes and her beauty. Her husband, my uncle, always involved in his business and in his drinking at night was neglecting her. She was stuck with raising her children and I was always around as help. She started to confide her worries over his drinking, his.