As I lay in bed that morning, I thought about what I must do. I must convince Howard that I have given up any idea of an affair. I must make him belie...e that I am his exclusively and that my request the other night was nothing more than the ravings of a menopausal woman. Surely he could believe that was possible. I had stopped taking hormone replacement therapy after the health scares. Perhaps I could blame it on that.I told Ginny about my confrontation with Howard. She scolded me for being so. “You will call me the same, Alicia. I will be your Master from now until I decide you have had enough.” He slapped his hand to my backside again, ensuring that it turned a delicate pink in colour. “So beautiful.” He whispered, fingers drawing to my sex again, stroking gently over my clit before pinching it. I squeal, panting as he plays with me. “What do you want, Alicia? You want my cock? Want me to pleasure you?” I nod and he draws his hand away. “Then ask me properly, Alicia.”I pale,. He started to pull his legs up a little and withdrew his hips a little so his cock was pointed more straight out and she started to slide her pussy entrance over the hard tip of his cock as it passed back and forth. Thoughts ran through her head of how it’s not cheating unless it went all the way in. As she passed over the tip each time, she bucked down just a little each time so the tip could ‘almost’ slide in each time.They both didn't know how long this lasted. Both didn't know how many. They both started laughing and exchanging stories about what they had heard. My wife said that her boyfriend loved it when she gave him head while they listened to them fucking. She said that one time, they were listening to her roommates “Unh, Unh, Unh” rhythm of getting fucked and that her boy friend was fucking her mouth at the exact same rhythm. It turns out that they both kind of got off listening to one another.They finally decided that if listening was so exciting, how exciting would.