I married him at the young age of nineteen and gave birth to my son, Daniel a year later. I loved him, of course, but looking back I probably only mar...ied him for his stability. At twenty-three I overtook him in his own job and became his manager. Now I was the one keeping the family in shape.As the years went by, the more I realized how bland my life with him was. The sex was boring. Even when he tried to spice things up, I felt embarrassed for him. A fat, balding man was not attractive,. She took my head and pulled it against her soft, full breasts. I nuzzled into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness. Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard nipple into my mouth.Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her ass and pussy. She spread her legs wider, presenting her mound freely to me. I rubbed the moist swollen lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger tentatively inside. Mom pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther inside. I began finger. “You know better. Either I have you exclusively, or you don’t have me in that way. I still want to go out with you and spend time with you, but not this way,” she said, running her hand along my thigh.We got out of bed and showered, lovingly washing each other’s bodies, then drying each other and dressing. I drove Kara home and after a quick kiss, she walked into the house with less than two minutes to spare.On Friday, the day of the Prom, Kara greeted me in chemistry class by kissing me on the. Jaq decided to tell me that the friend Jim was bringing the following evening was gay and only liked men. I was a little shocked but felt my cock twitch between my legs. Jaq had obviously arranged this as she loved watching me with a guy.The following evening was fast approaching; after a day by the pool, we went back to our room. Jaq had everything ready, and an outfit for me was laid out on the bed: black hold-up stockings, black lace panties, blonde wig and short red mini dress. Jaq's outfit.