You know I didn't tell you but Anne really did know Alison Braithwaite from where she used to work, and she wasn't lying about what she said either.'"... did great Susan, I really did," said Bristoll. "I mean it had been almost seven weeks since that incident with the Braithwaite girl and I hadn't done anything or given it a moment's thought until last Wednesday when I saw a girl in the garage. She was in her parent's car and I just happened to overhear them telling her about how they wouldn't be. She'd done what millions of other wives' had before her and manipulated him using the pleasures of her body as a weapon; refusing his love making or any carnal pleasures for long periods of time and only relinquishing in the face of a small concession on his part. She was wearing him down.It was an uphill struggle with calculated risks along the way, it wasn't easy but finally she was there, sitting across from her soon-to-be lover while having a romantic dinner for two; the setting was. "Why do you think you can play by different rules, or that you can even dictate them? If you can go out and fuck some slut, I sure as hell have the right to get laid. Sauce for the gander and all that, Dick." Of course you can, Darla. I'm just telling you that it will absolutely result in our divorce. I will not be a cuckold," I asserted."Then we should get a divorce because you fucked that bitch, wouldn't you say?" demanded Darla. "I guess we should file Monday morning. That seems fair,. “Should we go to the hotel?” I asked almost rhetorically. “Not yet, I want to be seen sucking your cock here in the parking lot” she giggled. I had never been into exhibitionism but I didn’t live anywhere near here and I didn’t want her to stop. She looked up at me squatted down wrapping one hand around my thigh as she took my cock in her mouth. The cars beeping as they drove by certainly didn’t keep me from getting hard as she took me all the way down. “Someone’s been practicing” I moaned.