I stepped inside the house and the first thing that happened was an ass grab and, ‘Hey sweet tits!’ coming from beside me. I smiled slightly, not ...anting to fight, and continued to walk through the house through a crowd. I managed to get to the beer keg and took a cup, filling it all the way to the top before taking a sip. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Looking around, I saw someone familiar. I squinted my eyes and studied them. Skinny body, toned ass, and curly blonde locks.. Not having felt a climax from love making in months, and even those were, at best, accidental. He would mount her.... fucked her until he came then roll over and go to sleep, with absolutely no consideration for her needs, her wants, her desires or fantasies. There she was, left with an itch to scratch on her own. Oh, make no mistake about it. She would cum, but only at her own hand.For him, his wife was prudish. Barely able to assign names to any of the body parts. She was a missionary. She was slow, oh so slow. I just watched her which, in fairness, was all I could do, given my position. By the time Amber was done, I was so turned on I could feel that my bottom was damp from my own secretions.My captor climbed onto the bed in nothing but her stockings and suspender and began to kiss my body. She kissed me everywhere. Legs, arms, body, tits, long slow kisses on my mouth as well as harder more possessive ones, tongue flicking at my rock-hard nipples. More than one bite mark was. After that, I spent a good deal of time going over our short conversation in my head. Evelyn could be very clingy. I could see her obsessing about this and building herself up to some kind of vindictive response also.In a way, I felt that I should have seen most of this coming. After our last break up, Evelyn and I had taken great pains at avoiding each other. It had been a big relief when she'd been promoted and transferred out of the department. I hoped we wouldn't have a repeat of that.