He was screwing girls and I’m notgetting action he felt that as he was cheating me then. He told me that honeyits all just to spice up our marriage ...or him emotionally and mentally he ismine only but for physical aspect he needed something more .After listening tohim and arguing with him I was somewhat convinced to do the swapping thing as Ialso wanted to fuck other guy because he had already screwed usa chicks.I then went to the club with himthere put my one sandal in the big box there and the. She must be so scared.My hand reached into her underwear pile, pulling out the first thing I grabbed. It was a red thong. Such a daring cut. I shuddered. I should have seen the warning signs. Her underwear had been so daring since she turned fourteen. She was buying thongs and other skimpy underwear, and bras with lace and ribbons, things that were meant to be shown to a lover and...My eyes widened. The crotch of her thong held the unmistakable traces of cum. I breathed it in, that tang of salt. One weekend just after my 16th birthday, Mom and I were home alone. My Dad worked long hours and often didn't get home for days at a time. This left Mom and I a lot of time to keep each other company. Because of these circumstances, I didn't like to leave Mom on her own too much; I hated her to feel lonely. Mom was 39 and although she was still in the average build range, she had a beautiful bustline, about 38D I think. She had shoulder length ash blonde hair and bright green eyes that sparkled. Although a total fabrication, the impressionable teen was convinced her aunt was telling her the truth, especially after being so candid with her about her mother's past. Vickie, of course, had no idea that everything she had seen and been told was a total fabrication. She was coming to detest her mother and the perceived betrayal of her father by her mother. She also was coming to view her mother as a whore who allowed her baser instincts to rule her at the expense of her father.Vickie's.