I knew when I walked in the kitchen. She had that freshly-fucked look all over her face of a woman who had just finished riding a big cock to multipl... orgasms."He's from Egypt. He was showing me his wedding pictures. The frigging pyramids are right there in the background!"I think his exotic Middle Eastern looks are what initially attracted her. He had the look of a young Omar Sharif. That, and his enthusiastic and persistent pitch, as he made it clear to her at four different stoplights. Now she sat sobbing at the table, "It is not what you think. It is not anything like that." No, it is much worse, probably a hell of a mess. But remember if you want to fuck that damn pervert Oscar, you can forget this marriage. Do you understand?"She didn't reply, so I shouted with a loud voice, "Do you understand that fucking with Oscar will terminate our marriage?"She nodded.I took the phonebook, rang Oscar's mother, introduced myself as a childhood friend and got his secret home number and. I opened up the champagne and poured each of us a glass. I was still feeling the effects of the martinis so I sipped, not really drinking much of it.Tina however quickly finished her glass and tells me that she doesn't have much time. She had called her husband earlier and told him she was going to be working later than normal. I took that as my queue. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hips, kissing her gently on the lips. My second kiss was stronger and more passionate with our tongues. Breathing hard, her heart pounding, she was shaking like a leaf as she stared with wide eyes at the bathroom door.She'd had some serious doubts about whether she would be able to pull it off, but her daughter seemed to have swallowed it hook, line and sinker.Once upon a time, Cassandra Mann had been just an average, run-of-the-mill suburban wife and mother who would never in a million years have an inappropriate thought about her own daughter. That had all changed however when Kayla decided to.