My jaw dropped. The athlete saw me and smiled, “Come in,” he beckoned, “we have room.”“Uhhh…ahhhh…I am sorry, I d…didn’t want to…�...� I stammered thinking how embarrassing this was.“Why, don’t you like what you see?” he asked. “Uhhhh…sure…gr…great!” I mumbled awkwardly.“I know you like it, I can see your bulge,” he went again, “come play with us.”The one with the towel came back, handed me the money plus tip and said, “Don’t be shy, we all like a good fuck.”He pulled me gently and said, ”Come on. I get ready to say, Get the hell off of me!, when she presses her lips against mine. Her tongue explores into my mouth and wraps around mine as it tries to escape. One of her arms is around my body, rubbing my back. Her other hand is tenderly toying in my pussy. I was still thinking, What the hell, when I realized it felt kind of good. I realaxed my body and surrendered it to her. She pulled her head back and smiled. I smiled back and wraped my arms around her. She scooted down to suck my. “What night was this? Where were you?” Busted. Monica knew. Somehow, he knew. “Who told you?” She raged. “Who the fuck told you? “That’s a secret, Monica. I told you, you needed to behave. This is strike one. You promised to be a good girl and not do any more stripping parties, or be the school slut. You agreed. And you lied to me.” “It was for a lot of money. I would have been a fool to turn it down.” “But instead you were a fool, and didn’t turn it down. For that, I’m increasing your. She dint move and both their eyes were on the road. He slowly stared pressing her thighs and moving up. My wife turned towards me to see if I was still asleep. I acted snoring. When she was sure, she slowly moved towards him and widened her legs giving him more access. His started feeling her pussy over her sari. He then shifted his hands towards her boobs and started pressing her. I knew my wife would really come. By then we reached his work shop. He parked his truck and kissed her on her.