‘Why are you smiling’, I asked, not in the least perturbed by the fact I was possibly moments from being fertilized by my husband’s friends cock... which had a proven track record of fattening women willing enough to let his monster open their cunts and receive his seed. ‘You guys still fucking’. I turned to see my husband sit up and put his feet out of the bed, ‘I need to pee’, was his next comment and he got up and went out to the toilet. ‘He’s right you know’, his friend said, and I felt his. I had a full days walking and it really helped me to sort my head out,returning to the car I drove home, it was about five in the afternoonwhen I neared home, as I passed my local pub I decided to go for a drink,if I drunk too much it was not too far to walk home.I entered the bar and saw that the barmaid was Chardonnay, a gorgeousfriendly girl about 23 years old and a very girly girl. As usual she wasperfectly made up and dressed. Her hair was long wavy and blond, she hada beautiful heart. While sitting there at that picnic table I began to feel nervous, but only for a split second. Just then, another text... Close your eyes. I obeyed. I then heard foot steps behind me and had to fight the urge to open my eyes. I submit to the mystery, placing all my trust into the mystery, what a rush! I feel the masculinity of a hand brushing against my left cheek lifting my head. I feel the warmth of someone's breath on my face. Then the soft gently touch of pouty lips covers my mouth. . To make matters worse, your new next-door neighbour, Simon, seemed to have a revolving door of women every night. By your reckoning he was the most prolific of Tinder users around. Trying to fall asleep of an eve to the sound of "YES, YES, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER" made sleeping a real challenge. A number of weeks had passed by and the revolving door of women kept on coming. You even managed to know which woman it was by the noises they made in bed. You started to give them names based on.