So why would she be a serial cheat?Suddenly it came to me. The affairs were a power thing. Her husband had a high salary job travelling around the wor...d to progress his career, whereas Lucy, a bright and talented lady, had foregone a career to play the role of the little wifey ay home, looking after the house and bringing up the k**s. She’d even taken on a boring clerical job to give her a bit of independence. I doubt whether she needed the money it paid. So in her mind the affairs brought her. My family had moved there 2 years earlier. Most people at the school were friends & knew each other regardless of what age or class they were in, so obviously I was friendly with my younger sisters friends most of which were 14 & craved the attention of the older boys.The school holidays had just begun & my sister’s friend Alesha was having a pool party at her place to which I was invited, it was obvious we both liked each other but neither of us had said anything, she had long blonde hair, big. I crawled onto the bed, tugged down the sheets and blanket and found a very stiff cock waiting for me. I bent down and took it in my mouth as he talked. Well, tomorrow we will have to put her in her place, he said, as I devoured his whole cock with my mouth. How? I asked, a moment later. As he grabbed my head and guided it back onto his cock he said, rather vaguely, Psychological warfare. I bobbed on his cock, enjoying being back in my comfortable submission position pleasuring my son. I bobbed. I ran. She followed, wearing a short robe that she didn’t bother to close or belt and stood in front of my desk, showing me everything I longed to see, all of it, every single thing. “Listen,” she said, sounding patient, “I’ve got all these guys dying to make love to me, demanding that I give it to them, a dozen hook ups just eager to drive me crazy. And I’ve never done it. I can’t let one of them deflower me and go around saying he got my cherry. I’ve put them off with blow-jobs, which I hate,.