He called security and I was escorted from the building.I was again in tears in my car. What had I done? What could I do? How could I explain to my hu...band my dismissal. I could not tell him the truth, of the absences. How would I explain them?There was nothing to do now, I believed, but to go to Alberto and beg for clients. I needed the money. I would have to hide from my husband that I had lost my job for being a lying, cheating slut.The next morning, after my husband and my girls had left. I liked my business and my steady clients. I liked my smart, tidy but dull clothing. I liked my sensible shoes and boring car and my holidays spent touring castles and gardens. Just before I turned 30 a series of incidents made me realise that I was bored with my life and needed some excitement. The first incident happened when I was walking through the park one summer Sunday morning, as is my habit. It was fairly early, around 8 am, as I have a habit of waking with the sun during the summer.. I finally meet her..."It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Joanne. Thank you so much for the coffee.. I-I have to go.."Taking the to-go cup with me, I scramble out the door as my mind is racing. She has seen numerous pictures of me, but denied me the ability to meet her, yet offers to buy me a cup of coffee. Leaning against the wall of the coffee shop, I have the cup on in one hand, the other in my hair as I rack my brains trying to search for an answer. Not paying a lick of attention, I hadn't. My cock seemed to keep spurting as I held tightly to her buttocks. When I had finished ejaculating into Jackie’s pussy, I withdrew my cock which remained hard. Jackie moved to the side giving me access to Nicky and I moved between Nicky’s legs. Nicky’s pussy was sopping wet and my cock slid in easily. We started slow and I fucked her with long steady strokes. Jackie lay next to her and stroked Nicky’s smallish tits and tweaked her nipples. Nicky had small firm round breasts and she loved for.