This time Paula scolded me more severely, complaining I could not fuck her properly. Of course I apologized and told her I was just too excited by her...story but I would try to do better next time.Blanche wanted to know my reactions in details from Paula when she described to me the events of the previous day, and my sweet wife once again confessed that I had hurried up the fucking in a sort of frantic fuck and came in a few seconds. I was so turned on I could not control myself."Haven't you had. I had to make this young, beautiful woman cum. I was in control. She was the paid dancer, but now, I was the one calling the shots. The music changed. I knew I only had one song left to fulfill my goal. Oh, how I wanted to push her back on the chair spread her legs and run my tongue softly between her pussy lips. I wanted to stick my tongue deep inside her and fuck her. I wanted to lick her clit - circling it with my tongue, teasing it until she screamed with pleasure. But I also knew that. How the fuck had semen gotten in me when I was in bed with him and he had been asleep? Again, no choice. I told him I had just had sex. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained. On one particular night, she had planned to go to a movie with one of her boyfriends, whom she had known for only one week. Her father had voiced his usual objections, but with her mother's blessing, she went out with the boy.His name was Bob, and he took her to see the movie as he had promised, holding her hand through the entire show.They walked home, hand in hand, after the show. Halfway to her house, he stopped and turned down a side street."Where are we going?" she had asked."I live on.