The click of the kettle was loud. If he had been home there stereo would have hidden it. A full height storage unit took up one side of the hall betwe...n the lounge room and the kitchen. It was where he kept his CDs and videos and all the other functionally untidy things. On its floor were stacked the dailies and weeklies that formed stalagmites in my own living room. I never saw him read them.I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I might. I figured he and Peggy were making love in the pool so I went out back. Sure enough he was lying on top of her balls deep in her luscious pussy with her heels digging into his cute ass cheeks. I didn't want to break the mood, so I stayed on the patio out of sight for a few minutes watching him thrust over and over plowing deeply into her pussy while she held him by his back and her heels making such deep dimples in his bum cheeks. I was so caught up in it that I was near cumming and as peggy. But when I opened the door, there stood Jim, my cuckolded boyfriend. Oh god I thought, how am I going to explain this? When he spoke, he alleviated my fears. He told me that he got drunk last night and went home early and started apologizing for leaving me there! He didn't know! He left and didn't see his slut girlfriend walk out to fuck yet another guy! I went to him and hugged him and said that it was OK. I was fine, enjoyed the concert and came home. Well? the worst possible thing began to. She was in danger, she knew that for sure. Even a strong, independent woman like her would start to shake in fear at the feeling.And yet, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip. The danger, the unknown aftermath of what was about to happen. It was all so...fulfilling. She loved it! She knew her life could end tonight if one thing went wrong. She had worked so hard to keep this extremely delicate balance. But gambling all of that every single night was one of the things that kept her going..