I invited them to each with me in the formal dining room. Their discomfort at the fancy surroundings faded and we would retire to the living room to w...tch movies or just talk.It was a week into a three-week business trip that our relationship changed. I woke up just after midnight to the sound of laughing. My bedroom window over looked the back yard. Harv and Mable occupied the hot tub and were splashing each other. I turned off the lights in my room to avoid their seeing me. The couple was. ”“Then, why?”“Because ... because we’re both married, Darren ... and not to each other.”“I think that might be a cruel mistake of fate.”“Maybe ... Darren -- are you happy with Stephanie?”“Are you happy with Rob?”“I asked you first.” Darren continued to gaze into her eyes. “All right,” she said, “I’ll answer first. I think I’ve been over Rob for at least a couple of years. Recently has been more ... tense ... ever since I started with Walnut Street. Lately he’s been drinking.”“Excessively?”She. I kept looking at her through the mirror. She was ravishing, biting her lips, closing her eyes to feel the heat.I kissed her neck, licked her ear lobes throwing my heat into her. Her moans started to get louder. I then turned her towards me and kissed her. Slowly sucking, 1st the upper lip and then the lower lip.Then i started to suck her lips, pushing my tongue into her. She also was responding to the call and we kissed passionately, exchanging our saliva’s. I continued to press her boobs and. I wanted it. I needed it. He had other things in mind. He got up and grabbed me by my Road Slut collar. (To understand the reference of that collar, you would need to read my Masters story “Road Slut”) He pulled me into the bedroom and then pushed my face into the bed, bending me over it and kicking my legs wide. He put something to my lips.“Kiss it. Lick it, bitch.” He said in a soft, sturdy, strong voice. I opened my eyes and looked to see what it was as it seemed unfamiliar to my lips. It.