..” Her utterings dissolved into a series of whimpered moans in time with each of his thrusts. I moved back to his neck, and kissed his shoulders, t...sting the sweat that was gathering there. I'd have loved to have spread his legs and tongued his hole but with his fervent fucking there was no way I'd get close – no matter how much he'd like it. But there was something I could get my tongue into. Moving around the bed, I lay on my back, slipping under my wife's swaying breasts. Further I slid. "FUCK YOU ARE SO FUCKING WET, YOU LIKE BEING TREATED LIKE A SLUT DON'T YOU ?" I yell at her while grabbing her hair. "YESS YESSS SIR FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!" She starts to cum hard almost screaming. I can feel her pussy gush and tighten around my cock. Holy fuck she feel amazing. "OH FUCK YOUR CUNT IS SO FUCKING TIGHT, I SHOULD HAVE FUCKED YOU YEARS AGO!" I yell at her. "AHHH I FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK OF YOUR SIR! I'VE BEEN A BAD SLUT !! PUNISH ME WITH YOUR COCK SIR!!. I decided that I wanted to go on with my life. I got a job and met a man who I cared about. Dale and I went one night to see some friends and Shane was over there. It seemed to really hurt him, but my thought process back then was that if he had cared, then he would have tried to see me and let me know how he felt. Later I married Dale and a year later we had a child. We were over with the baby visiting friends when Shane came in. He saw me and was very happy. Then he saw the baby and my. At least not blatantly. On the sly if you got the chance, but it was important to not be caught at it. That would only mark you as a pervert. An outsider. Not that he was exactly an insider now. But not exactly out either. He sort of orbited in a no-mans-land, somewhere between the utterly despicable and the barely tolerated.As his thoughts wandered so did he. Not so aimlessly any more. Now he tried to find his way out of this maze. This crisscrossing of streets. These dark, almost black,.