By now, the common practice of masturbation was in full swing. Stroking was made easier by pushing my skin all the up, then all the way down. My leg... shook and trembled as I increased speed. I gazed at the remains of the sexy lady on the ad I had found. Not even 30 seconds passed as the increased tempo made me convulse on the toilet seat - lifting my ass off the ring. The first blast of cum was so thick, I felt it travel through my urethra starting from my balls and out the tip. It shot. I would get real hot when they mocked and taunted him by making me tell them how much better they fucked me then he was able to. You can see where all of this is leading to can't you?It was during this chapter of our lives that irony decided to poke me in the eye again. One morning, while the kids were in school and Jørgen was at work, I was visited by my brother in-law Erik. After an initial pleasant conversation over coffee, he dropped a copy of the magazine, Weekend Sex on the table. It was. ....................For the past 4 months, Mistress never left my mind for more than a fewmoment at a time, every night as I crawled into bed, where ever I was,my mind would go to her reaching out trying to make her feel my thoughtsof missing her, wanting her, needing her and I had totally given intothe belief after all this time that I couldn't be complete without her.Then one day while I was at work out of the blue came a phone call to mycell phone. It showed up as blocked on my screen and I. The door clicked open. When I looked up, my husband was facing me. He clutched the door handle. His eyes were wide. I choked back another laugh. I stood, moving again to my vanity. ‘Well, we have to go to the Johnson’s party. We’ve already RSVPed. And, besides that, Katy will be here any minute to take care of the kids. We’ve made plans.’ I picked up my favorite bottle of perfume. Before I sprayed it, it slipped from my fingers. It didn’t shatter. Rather, it landed with a dull clunk. I stooped.