Then she came back in, looked over some pictures and made her way upstairs. I found her sitting on the edge of my bed crying.I sat next to her and sa...d, “Hey now, what’s wrong little girl? I thought this would make you happy.”“It does but when I look at everything you have, the pictures of your kids and the ones of you and your wife the reality of what I’m doing here set in. I’m using someone else’s father and husband for my own pleasure and it’s wrong.”I held her in my arms for a long time. I then took off his shorts and to my other surprise were the size of his nuts. The size of golf balls. No joke. So while I slowly jerked his dick I played with his balls and sucked on each one and licked them.He lets out a moan and i asked him if his wife does that and he said no. So while jerking him i feel some precum come out and i let go of his cock to see it throb and watch his face as he leaned back and relaxed. I was getting so wet. Then I starting to suck him down and I started to taste. ’ ‘Samantha, you don’t know how bad I want to come over,’ Stacey said, ‘but I can’t. I have to go to Davidson’s.’ ‘Is what you have to do there better than making it with me?’ she asked. Stacey felt his face getting hot and shrugged. ‘I…I just have stuff I gotta do,’ he said. He saw Samantha’s eyes narrow. ‘Mrs. Davidson, huh?’ she said thoughtfully, ‘My Dad’s always talking about her. He says she’s really hot. My Mom gets so pissed when he talks about her. Actually, I think he’d kinda like to. Nothing too exotic, mind you, but a lot of it when we were younger, and just spicy enough as we got older to keep us both interested through our thirties. But as our mid-forties approached, we didn’t seem to spark as often, and I at least felt that something was missing. I had no intention of cheating on my wife. I was sure I’d eventually get caught, and I couldn’t bear hurting her that way but my fantasy life got a little weirder. My imaginary sex was wilder, more abandoned, sometimes.