And every time he blows off a date he makes sure he works extra hard to please me in the bedroom. He had made up for missing last year’s Valentine d...te with an oral marathon making me come four times in a row. It had felt so good, I had for a split second considered offering to let him take my anal cherry in return before coming to my senses. Mark had been angling for anal since we got married and judging by his recent purchases of anal porn novels on our shared Kindle, another campaign of. Well, I’m sure not every woman can confess to her husband she wants a fuck with another man! We almost didn’t sleep that night. We spent some two weeks looking for an appropriate partner. We were very scrupulous choosing the one to satisfy my lust. There was a guy named Adam. He was our mutual friend and we decided to try him in action. I told Adam we separated with my hubby, and he lived with his parents. So Adam called on me one night, and … it happened! He brought a bottle of wine, he tried. “Hello. I am Detective Barnstop of the New York City Police. I am investigating the incident of last night and was hoping to speak to you. You are Miss Pendrake, aren’t you?” He stopped and glanced at a small notebook as he said this. “I was in the neighborhood, so to speak, and I thought that you might be awake by now.”“I was the last time I noticed, sir,” I quipped. I pulled the covers up and sat up in the bed to face him. James settled some pillows behind me. “How can I help?” I asked. James. .” I managed to mutter, not able to place the voice at all.“Oh beta, were you sleeping? It’s me, Radhika aunty.” spoke the voice from the other end.“Oh aunty, yes ... sorry ... I...” I mumbled incoherently.“Sorry beta, I thought maybe you forgot you were going to come here today, so I called. If you hadn’t answered I was going to send somebody there to check on you.” she explained.“Umm aunty, you don’t need. I was very tired today and took a long nap.” I said. Glancing at the clock, I realized.