Divorcee with short red hair that pretty much hates my guts because I wouldn't fuck her one night when we all were drunk back in college, before Kim a...d I married. She's never forgotten it and let's me know in private all the time that I missed the best piece of ass in 3 states too. Kim is totally oblivious and I want to keep it that way. So, like I said, I work a lot...but our story begins the evening of our 15 anniversary, a Thursday, on a night that I had planned on leaving work early to. ”“Yeah. I didn’t know you had so nice a pool.”“That one doesn’t really fit all that well, does it?”Her hair flipped as she shook her head.“It kinda looks like you don’t even need this piece,” Derek said, his finger tossing the edge of the blue material.“I know. I’m not very big there.”“No kidding?” the man said mockingly. “Would you dare go with out it?”“No, not in public.”“How about in here?” Derek watched the youngster grit her teeth in a grin of consideration, even as her cheeks reddened.. It excited me, as such talk always did, but it was when she used the word cuckold and said that she wanted to cuckold me that stopped me in my tracks. Jane had never used such expressions like that before. It kind of put me off my stride for a few moments but Jane persisted; sweet talking, filthy talk, telling me how she would love to fuck another man in front of me. It didn’t take me long to get back into the flow of things and before I knew it I was covering her hand with my free flowing. During the day there had been a few situations when I noticed that Karen was having some problems in staying calm. As soon as we were in our suite - or two rooms with interconnecting door - and I had checked and confirmed the place secure, I turned to her.“Karen, if you keep on behaving like that you’re going to get us all killed. Or I’ll end up killed, since they’ll probably figure out some other nice activities for all you ladies. I’ll tell you now that I’m not going to let that happen, even.