If she doesn't change or want you back, then I say go ahead with the divorce." Do you always argue with your lovers like this?" I asked laughingly."No... Bob. I only argue with the cute, stubborn ones that I want all for myself, to have forever."I went home that night, and Cathy was still up reading. She was almost finished with the book she was reading. I waited until she finished and then stood in front of her and said my piece."Cathy, I really need to talk to you about our marriage. Please pay. I think he’s actually checking me out.“It’s good to have you in the city.”The person two people up gets their receipt.I’m now next in line. I think about thanking him for the compliment, but decide to stay silent. I’m actually a little turned on from the attention. I’ll probably leave that part out when I tell my husband this story.I actually look at him a little more. He’s very muscular (what I can see) wearing a tight designer white T-shirt and some jeans.My husband is many things. He’s funny. She squeezed it, sighed and then started to flick through the book again.The words, ‘…the dreams of all those people in the waking moments…’ immediately placed her in the dreamy and sleepy realm of the people about to wake from their slumbering sleep.Emma wondered. She wondered what they would be up to. Her fingers pinched her nipple through her shirt once more before the words that introduced Mrs. Evans rang out in her mind.“Mrs. Evans. Rosalind Evans. Opens her doors to the whole of. My pussy was so sore. I came again. He kept doing it to me over and over. He came in my cunt and made me cum a lot. Finally he untied me, and we both cleaned up. We took a break. He poured himself a vodka, I had a glass of red wine. I'm not much into hard liquor. He said that he really enjoyed free little sluts like me. He had finally found a girl that would let him do anything. He said that he would like to be my Daddy lover. I blushed and said that I already had a Daddy. He said that he.