Jim is a couple of years older than me, about my height and slightly chubby at about two hundred and thirty pounds. He's handsome, not very hairy, but...he has a beautiful eight-inch cut cock that is nice and thick, with big balls. Once naked, Jim lay down on the bed and I got between his legs and began nuzzling his balls. Tia was seated next to the bed watching intently.I ran my tongue up Jim's balls, slowly working my tongue in circles, then I moved up his shaft which was starting to get hard.. I made sure the cats were all set up for two days on their own. I poured a second cup of coffee into my travel mug, donned my coat and headed for Ken's house.Using my key, I opened the door quietly. I hung my coat in the hall closet and went into the kitchen, walking on the balls of my feet to keep my heels from clicking. The timer on the coffeepot showed 9:52. I grabbed the big mug he likes from the dishwasher, made him a cup (sweet and dark, the way he liked it) and went to his room. I stood. I would imaging her being unfaithful, me knowing about it without her knowing I know. Her fucking her boss and her coming home just after and me insisting we have sex so I could smell and feel how wet she was. My fantasize got more complex from just watching her being unfaithful all the way to me being right there as her lover shot his cum all over her wet pussy and them me burying my face in her cum covered pussy.It felt completely wrong. I had never heard of such a fetish. Each time I would. Mrs. Mortimer clucked and tutted around her as Laura fastened the blouseand pulled up the skirt, adjusting and straightening, aligning seams andwhen the jacket was put on Mrs. Mortimer went into a veritable frenzy offussing until she was satisfied that all was shipshape and Bristolfashion.In the mirror, Laura saw the very epitome of a professional businesswomanand had to confess to herself that Mrs. Mortimer knew her job. "Asuggestion," exclaimed Mrs. Mortimer, "A silk scarf would add.