She rode him for a few minutes and when he started to tense as he came inside her she also came. At this point she was totally exhausted and we made o...r way to the toilet where there was more light. She had several loads of cum on her breasts that had run down her and there was some around her mouth and in her hair. She did what she could to clean up and got dressed. Again, the thought of what she had just done dawned on her and she was embarrassed and wanted to leave quickly. We made our way. But there was no escaping the fact that the change had happened, that was no longer a faithful wife. I was a cheat, an adulteress, a fallen woman, a harlot as my Grandmother would have said.I felt guilt like I had never felt before. I felt shame. I felt sick.My husband Peter had risen a little earlier than usual too and was sitting across the table from me, oblivious to his wife’s new status as a ‘fallen women’ and his own as a Cuckold.I looked again at the handsome man who sat drinking his. It took her most of our first year to train me to function socially to her satisfaction, and by the mid-point of our second year we were sleeping together regularly. By the time of our graduation, we were considered to be a couple; everyone, including myself, assumed we would eventually get married.However, when it came to looking for a job, I decided to go blue-collar. I always loved working with my hands and there will always be a need for skilled tradesmen, so I went for a plumbing. I still don’t understand why I am next of kin. All we are is friends.’ Her eyes remained misted with the unshed tears. The doctor pushed back from his desk and stood up. He moved gracefully to the other side of the office and picked up a different file folder from the table in front of the glass wall overlooking the park behind the hospital. ‘That is simple, at least it was for us. However from the look on your face this paperwork might come as something of a shook to you.’ He smiled, his first.