He was wide, not just more than me (or most others), he was wrist wide. He didn't seem overly long, but he was nervous so some shrinkage was certainly...at play. He won, he would be fucking my wife.Having waited out her period I set my plan in motion. She was to follow all directions given her via text. We get ready in the mornings separately. Usually she keeps the bedroom door somewhat closed so i can't see what she's doing or putting on. I told her to dress sexy, although she had to keep it. After about 20 minutes I desperately tried to shake my head to try and stay awake as I was nearing my home town. A sudden wave of panic overtook me as I spotted the meter as it reached £25. I frantically searched through my purse. All I could find was a £10 note and £7 in coins and I still had a couple of miles to go! “Stop, stop!” I pleaded, “I haven’t got enough money. I’ll have to get out here …I’m sorry. Stop the car!” “What?” He looked over his shoulder, his grey flecked beard shining. Effectively crippling his way of fighting back and making sure he couldn’t run anymore. And now, the predator was intentionally taking its time coming closer, making sure that he heard every footstep… it was driving him up the wall! Every second began to feel like an eternity, each footstep began to echo harder and louder in his ears, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore and began to shout at his attacker: ‘You fucker! Why are you doing this?! Do you enjoy cutting people and chasing them. “I thought maybe you were cheating on me, that’s why you wanted to break up,” she said.“I wasn’t cheating, no,” I responded. That wasn’t entirely true – although I wasn’t seeing or sleeping with anyone, I was heading in that direction via text with the girl I was now living with.“Are you seeing anyone?” Grace asked.I hesitated very briefly, then lied, saying, “No.”It was about then that I became acutely aware that Grace had dressed up to meet me and that she smelled amazing. New perfume.I.