Pretty soon it would be a two week trip to ... I don't know, Cambodia or Venezuela or somesuch. I really was stricken. Any thoughts I had about trying...to put the marriage back together were flying out the window."Okay. I guess if you gotta, you gotta," I tried to look up at her. The tears in my eyes were real."Just wanted to tell you. There's a note in the kitchen saying the same thing," she said. "Love ya." It was the last words I heard from her for a long time. Well, except for some "oh yeah. "See? I told you it'd be OK."I couldn't stifle a moan as his body pressed against mine. I reachedbackward and grabbed onto his ass cheek. He seemed to press into me morefirmly. Then I moved that hand to between my legs and could feel the hairsof his nut sac."Oh, you want Big Daddy's dick, huh?" he said, and then he began slowlymoving his dick back and forth in my ass. I moved my hand back to thepillow and clenched it firmly as his cock began sliding inside of me."Gonna fuck you good!" . I looked at the bed: it had definitely been used. Wet spots dotted the comforter - some of them surprisingly large - and the pillows were crumpled and damp.I glanced around the room. Dana’s overnight bag lay open on the floor beside the bed. I stepped closer, trying to figure out what I was looking at. Nestled into the top of the bag was a leather contraption of some kind. Looking closer, I froze. Jesus. It was a strap-on. The life-like latex penis still glistened with someone’s. She reached down between her legs and felt the warm semen that was slowly leaking out of her, left over from the night before. Alan had convinced her to break one of her call girl rules: Never let a john cum in anything other than a condom. Just the feeling of the slippery fluid gave her chills. The memories of the orgasms she had with Alan made her toes tingle. ‘Why do you have to be such a nice guy?’ Marissa said quietly, even knowing that Alan wouldn’t respond. ‘Why couldn’t you be just.