Johnson's finger began rubbing up against my pussy. I was even more shocked when Mr. Johnson told hubby that he thought that I was basically a white s...ut looking for black cock and that hubby was a cuckold. With Mr. Johnson's fingers now fully engaged in my pussy I was in no condition to respond. To make matters worse, several friends of Mr. Johnson joined us just at that moment and he introduced me as his new slut wife. To make a long story short (see part 1 for full details) I confessed in. ’ ‘The what?’ ‘You heard. Oh gawd, where’s my bed?’ She bundled him off home and returning to the executive floor went through his mail, diary and computer, relieved that at his insistence they linked their computers to operate as they had in the newsroom over those four years working as reporters except near the end when Harry became acting chief of staff for six months before being promoted to city editor. That connectivity made it so easy to deputize effectively and Harry’s PA also assisted. Oh god... it's you." Are you okay?" Yes. I just broke a fingernail."Tracy sounded funny, distant. "Could I... you know, see you? Some time today?" After work, I guess," Laura said, suddenly smiling as she began to think of Tracy. "Yes, definitely, after work. Here?" You know, I can only stay about fifteen minutes, if it's that late. My kids..." Oh, of course. I forgot. Look, maybe I could take off the afternoon. How about meeting me here at two? Is that better?"She could almost hear Tracy. We have all seen each other naked taking baths or showers and no one pays much attention&hellip, or so my husband and I thought&hellip,until one night she walked into our room while we were making love. After that evening and talking with our daughter the next few days, my husband and I talked about not just that event, but also about what might have led to it. You see, things had happened in bed that we thought nothing about earlier. When she would get in bed with us, we might wake up, she.