I was pissed that my “loving” wife was cheating. I knew her infidelity ceased our marriage. I wondered how long she had cheated on me and why?I ...egan to think about divorce as one of my buddies was an attorney. Then, no, I would take care of this myself if she wanted other men to fuck her. I now had a plan in the back of my mind. If she wanted to be fucked, she was going to be fucked until the divorce papers were served. I pulled out my cell phone and called Jerry. (My side of the. We did swap mobile numbers and over the next few days I received several dirty text messages from Dave, telling me more and more things he wanted to do to my young, willing body. We began to see each other secretly, he would arrange to meet me and pick me up in his car and we would go somewhere secluded and fuck. There was no romance in these meetings just lust, he was like a man possesed, taking out his filthiest fantasies on me and I loved it. During sex he liked me to talk dirty, saying how. "I'd prefer to give Dave my undivided attention." Embarrassed, I left, closing the door behind me. But I wasn't going to give up. I trooped downstairs, an image of the naked Jenny suddenly flashing up in my mind. She was so hot. I felt really wet, and I nearly actually went to the bathroom to pleasure myself. But no, I wanted Jenny to do that for me. I rejoined the girls, and after a few minutes of dancing and chatting, I whispered to Christy, "Hey, what are the chances of me grabbing Jenny?". Serious C. I whispered, “Yes it is, honeybunch. I mean she’s just pretending to suck a cock. She’s teasing the boys.”He lifted his eyes from my boobs, stared at me in wonder. “Is it wrong? I mean you wouldn’t...”“Of course not. I’m a mother. A professional detective. Licensed by the state of Missouri. Oh good, here’s lunch.”I took the butterflied hot dog out of the ciabatta bun, folded it back into a cylinder and, looking my son in his baby-blues, started sucking. Bobbing my head up and down,.