I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh; I felt her hand on the back of my head guiding me to her pussy. I c...amped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole life. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each side of my face and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don’t know. "B," she's tired of your relationship and she wants to shake it up or get rid of you. Or "C," she's just so caught up in the thrill of fucking someone else behind your back that she loses control."Why do I do it?" I asked. "There are two reasons here. One is because I don't give a flying fuck about her, your marriage or you. I just want the thrill of watching that shit burn. And secondly ... Because I'm an asshole." The thrill of fucking your wife won't keep my attention for long.. ’ He took a deep breath, ‘I’ll have to deal with it won’t I. Come on, let’s have a coffee and I’ll try and cheer up.’ So we did and he did as well. We shopped and sat, sat and shopped for the rest of the afternoon until about 5:30 then we walked back to the villa, quite a long walk really, over half an hour. When we got back Jo and Guy were nowhere to be seen. ‘Perhaps they’re still in bed,’ I said laughing. ‘Well his car’s still here so that’s OK.’ ‘I’ll go and make some coffee.’ So I went. How much do you have?” I paused. “I could always ask Mom… maybe have a conversation with her about your behavior this evening?” My heart sunk. Was my step-daughter-to-be blackmailing me?I reached into my wallet, and thumbed through the $200 in twenties within. “That’ll do.”“There’s $200 there!”“Yeah, I think that’ll be enough. After-parties aren’t cheap.” Again, I turned for the door. “Wait”, she said, “if you’re still up when I get home, I might have a little something in mind for.