Maybe he doesn't really care if I find out?I get so horny when I know she's fucking him, sometimes I feel like I might just pass out from the exciteme...t of it all. When I drive around in my car waiting for her to call me and say that he just left, it's almost surreal KNOWING what they're doing right then, at that very moment. Usually I just sit in my office downstairs and listen to them walking around upstairs and hearing the constant creaking of the futon bed as they fuck just above me. With. Of course Isuggest that I should receive some kind of discipline. So, I suggest that I follow him to a deserted locationof his choice to receive my just deserts. Usually thehorny bastards lead me down some deserted, dirt roadand then fuck me in the back seat of my car.It would be impossible to describe every situation thatI’ve been in that had me either fucking or sucking somestrange man or men. The one that I write about now, isthe one that Greg, my husband, caught me in. Ithappened. Wow, what an ass she had. I watched that thong string running up that cavern and could do nothing but grow immediately hard again. She held some clothing in her hands and turned to me. ‘Close your eyes,’ I heard her moving about and the sound of silk slipping on and shoes hitting the floor, I could only imagine what my eyes were about to behold. ‘Ok, open them now.’ Lena struck a pose for me,hands on hips, breasts offered forth. It was a victoria secrets collection I assume, with a light brown. ” He smiled a tight smile. “Normally we don’t ask a lot of questions about the father, so it won’t look odd for that information to be missing from the record.”“Thank you so much,” said Lucy.“That doesn’t mean I approve,” he warned. “Only that my examination of her contraindicated that she’s in any imminent danger.”“I understand,” said Lucy.“Good. Have a good day.”The immediate danger to their near term happiness removed, or at least mitigated, the vast quantity of minutiae related to marriage.