It was an odd flaw in his character that he was a multiple adulterer. He loved his wife very much – he’d just gotten to the point where he didn’... want to have sex only with her.Their marriage had started off hotter than a firecracker – sex four and five times a day when they were both still in college. Even after they’d graduated and gotten jobs they fucked at least once a day. But it was always the same with the one variation being sometimes she was on top.And, when the kids had come, sex was. I jammed the tip of my tongue right at it and she loudly said "OHH SHIT YES!' The next thing I knew, the sissy had turned around and bent over in the same position, tugging his panties down. 'Me too!' he pleaded. I stopped poking my tongue into his girlfriend's asshole so I could poke it in his. "AAH FUCK!" he said in a high pitched sissy voice. Homegirl yanked my panties down and started slobbing my knob good then, with what you'd call 'abandon'. "Slow down, honey. Grip it at the base. I do it a lot for seniors with little money and most times don't have to charge them. He said she was a 72 year old widow with a big house.I got to the house Saturday morning and was met at the door by a short woman with a mean looking face but the next thing I noticed was her hair. It was multi colored. It was red yellow blue purple white and all sticking up all over the place. She was angry because I was 5 minutes late. I apologized and she let me in taking me right to the work she needed. And you’ll like it.”I open my mouth to say something, speak up for myself, ask him to let me go because he is gripping me too tightly, anything. Instead, I am struck dumb and silenced by the feeling of his big, blunt finger dragging some juice from my pussy up to my clit and rubbing it in, directly against all those already burning nerve endings, nudging the hood aside and hitting me dead center.My whole body thrums like a guitar when a hard chord is struck. Again. And again. And over again. He.