He had beenin a vanilla marriage for years that just didn't ever seem fulfilling. Finally,he realized that life was not getting any shorter and decide... to end themarriage. By then they were just going through the motions so it was a relieffor both parties. He tried unsuccessfully to meet women for months but justcouldn't seem to find them. Mostly it was because he didn't meet that manypeople outside of work. You know how it is, you work all day and when youfinallyget home, you are stressed out. Not only would the winner take that gigantic first prize, but the sponsorship and spin off actions promised to double that at the very least. And then of course there was the prestige of being the World Champion, the history associated with it, the rubbing of shoulders with the true poker greats. If not as an equal, it would at least be as someone worthy of consideration for entry into the big league. The thoughts race around his head as he lay on top of the covers, still wearing his clothes. She had left the door unlocked for him and as he entered she was lying on the bed, a big vibrating dildo caressing her pussy. His erection was almost instant as he entered the room, the smell of sex surrounding him, the sight of his wife spread out on the bed, flushed from a recent screw, he knew, and lost in the pleasure of masturbating. As Carrie watched his hazel eyes rove over her body, she let go in a fierce and overwhelming orgasm, shuddering and moaning as she came off. She reached up to. My eyes follow up her trim legs to their intimate meeting point, where the sturdy zipper starts its steep climb over her bulging sex. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers tremble. A disturbing feeling of guilt befalls me as I carefully pop open the brass button on her jeans - my gaze constantly on her face. How would I explain myself if she wakes up in this very compromising situation? Hot blood pulses in my ears as I pull down the zipper and.