He watched until her body rose off the bed and stiffened and her lips parted in a sigh. He watched as her eyes clamped shut. He watched until her body...became limp sank loosely into her covers. After a few moments, she reached up to turn off the night light, snuggled with her pillow, covered herself under two blankets and drifted peacefully to sleep. For a moment, Adam sat back motionless. He then moved to his bed, reached into the back of the top drawer of his nightstand, pulled out the gel. “You like being an unfaithful slut?” I asked, knowing that she couldn’t answer with the mouth gag in place.I grabbed her ankles and enjoyed the sight of her heels up in the air as I spread her legs out wide. I slapped my head over her clit a few times while I prepared to enter the pussy I had long fantasized about. At last, I had the woman of my dreams at my mercy and ready to be fucked.I slowly slid my head into her and enjoyed the sensation of every inch of my length penetrating her. I knew. I kept the novels hidden from hubby and the children in a drawer (locked) of my sewing machine. Yes, believe it or not, I had a sewing machine!My second guilty pleasure was Sue, my old friend from high school. She moved to Kansas City, married, divorced, and worked her way up to a very good job as an office manager for a sizeable company. She dyed her hair red to suit her personality. We talked on the phone every few months and met each other for coffee on my infrequent trips to Kansas City. My. To make her experience the conflict between her potential and the life she was living. To have to confront it every day. It would push her deeper down, shed drown in her own shame, wallow in the degradation of becoming just a piece of fuck-meat while inside her head was all this high-grade intellect with nowhere to go. He said that would push some women into depression but that he knew enough about Suzi to guess that it would have the opposite effect – shed turn her inventiveness and creativity.