As I drove through the parking area I counted 7 cars fairly well spread out. If they were there to hook up with other guys they hadn’t really parked...as if they were. The other problem with it being dark is I couldn’t see for shit who was inside the cars. I drove to the end of the parking area and turned around driving extra slow. This time I could see a little better as I was looking into the driver’s side of the cars. I saw one guy in the first car but he didn’t “do it” for me. The other cars. She was utterly convinced of her worth, but never arrogant or pushy about it. “This is going to be a big day, I can feel it” She smiled, winked, and then bounced off to the car that morning. Now night, John pulled into his driveway, and he immediately felt sick. Dario’s Mercedes was parked on the drive, next to Catharine’s car. Why was he here, at our house? Was this a celebration? It didn’t feel right. Catherine couldn’t stand Dario, so why would she invite him here? The door was unlocked, and. Finally I'll put my red highheels on him, and invite some of my girlfriends over to show themwhat I do to my husband when he disobeys me." Although I knew thatI would never do this to Chris, as I played this fantasy out in myhead I took some strange sadistic pleasure at the thought ofcarrying it out. Chris arrived home at about six P.M. "Come on upstairs Honey,There is something I want you to do.", I told him. "What is it?" You'll find out." I led him upstairs to the bathroom and told. I know better than to say anything, and my husband yells for him to shut the fuck up. Before I know it my shorts are off, and my juicy cunt is exposed for my husband and this kid I’ve never met! I try to close my legs, but he pulls them apart and warns me to behave like a good slut. I bite my lip and deal with the embarrassment. After all, I asked for this. I relax just as I feel my husband get on the bed between my legs, and I know what is next. He slowly begins smacking my swollen, achy clit.