He went upstairs to the master bedroom and flicked on the light. This was the first time he had been in this room since Amy left and only now did he s...e the open and empty closet where she had kept her clothes and shoes.Her makeup dresser was bare, and as he walked across the room to check their attached bathroom he could see that it too held none of her things. He walked back to the doorway, shut off the light, then went over and fell across the bed.As he lay there the tears returned and he. You put your knee on the side of the bed making me roll toward you, your cock now so close to my lips. “Suck daddy’s cock my slutty little girl.” You grab the back of my neck and push your cock in my mouth. I open wide, my tongue licking the drop of precum on the tip then take it in. You start fucking my head, still holding me with one hand; you grab one of my tits with the other, kneading it, twisting my nipple hard. “You little slut, how can you let daddy fuck your face; how can you suck his. We’d had our little arguments and disagreements, but importantly, we never let them fester. We could always talk out our problems. In hindsight, I suppose that was my first hint that there was a snake in our garden of paradise.I’m not a jealous person; I’d always trusted Zoe. I had to, considering the constant stream of attractive men and women vying for her attention in the studio, many of whom posed naked or semi-nude for their portraits. We had developed a rule that worked for us; she would. Isaw ornaments, pictures, mementos of a life I can't recall.Then I saw a note on the fridge - Bye Honey, see you at 6. It's writtenin a man's handwriting, my husband? He had nice writing, in a manly way;it was firm and assertive with the punctuation. Was he like that in bedtoo? I found myself hoping that he was pleasing in size and technique. Ididn't want to wait around in the house all day, so I decided to go outinto the garden. The garden was a flurry of fragrances and brightsunbursts.