She had fun with the shoot and to my delight shared those pictures with me. Nothing naked, and covered up at least as much as she would be in a bikini... however, the tone of the pictures was such that there certainly was a sexual underpinning to the shots. She is/was beautiful in the pictures and very, very sexy. Those shots had fueled fantasies of mine for quite a while.More recently, the fantasies had turned from imagining what was under her clothing to her catching me in the act. The first. ‘Well, I handed in my notice, it was getting too much.’ returned Fay perfunctorily. ‘I see. No wonder I haven’t seen you for a while.’ added Jack, his voice quieter and far less exuberant. Fay’s eyes welled a little and she leant into Jack, he could smell the fresh scent of shampoo as he put her arm around her. He gave her a little squeeze, careful not to squeeze too hard, she felt soft and as he squeezed he could feel the steely strength of her compact muscles. Her chest felt more ample and. I scoff at their remarks and remind them; Wendy and I aren't single anymore, we're married. They always smile when I say that.So it didn't surprise me when she mentioned that she had become close to some new people at her work. She had just started this job about 6 months ago and everything has been fantastic for her so far. In that short time Wendy has made several new friends, including some "men friends" as she likes to say.Wendy came home last Wednesday and said one of her work friends,. The blonde school queen was getting what she deserved, a thick cock up her ass, degrading to a common slut. My legs were open in front of the mirror and I could clearly see his fat dick invading and stretching my asshole instead of my pussy, and that turned me on all the more. It was in the wrong place, yet it felt so right, and it looked so beautiful. “You like it?” he asked me, as if he knew of my thoughts, and I could hear his smile. I whispered, “just fuck it, please…” He suddenly grabbed.