The light coming throughthe window highlighted your breasts as they swelled from the position of yourarm. I crept slowly closer, trying not tobreathe ...o loud. I wondered why the stories about this type of thing neverdiscussed how nervous the rapist was as he made the final approach to hisvictim. I felt like I had run a marathon and was sure that either my loadbreathing or the smell of my sweat would soon wake you. As I stood next to your bed and lookedupon your sleeping face, I wondered how you. His expression immediately changed when he saw how irritated I was.“Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry.”Even though I didn’t like his attitude, he was correct regarding the previous evening. We engaged in a particularly vicious pegging session where I showed him very little mercy. Afterward, he worshipped my pussy for about an hour before I allowed him to penetrate me, cum inside me, clean me, and then swallow his cum.I took a sip of my orange juice before speaking.“I’m having a difficult time understanding. His blonde beauty companion smirked, as if aware of some inside joke.“She’s my...” I went to speak.“Lucy”, said my wife, offering her hand. “And you are?”“Mark,” he replied, taking her hand. “Mark Reilly.”“I don’t believe my dear husband’s ever mentioned you before.” Her gaze, which had been fixed onto Mark, flickered toward me.Mark clasped my shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.“She’s yours?” He asked, glaring at me with intense eyes. He let out a chuckle and I looked to the floor to escape. "You're right, dad", she sighed, "and I'm reluctant to go home tonight. But everytime it's the same story, I do all the work and Jack is only occupied with himself. And then we have an argument again, I go to bed angry, and he just sits there, playing his c***dish video games." I listened carefully to what Marsha was telling me, and decided she should teach him a lesson. "Why don't you stay here tonight? You know we always have a room for you if necessary. So you're welcome!" She had to think.