I watched for a minute, getting wetter all the time, then I glanced back at my beautiful brother, a man any woman should be willing to kill to have. T...ere was a tear in his eye.That broke me, killed my horny mood, and stirred all my maternal instincts. "Con?" It just isn't fair, Jeannie," he choked out. "That guy on the screen is tossing her around like junk, and I'd kill for just one date with a girl like that." That did it. My brain nearly exploded with the craziest, nastiest, idea I had ever. Shakily, I was dragging myself to bed when suddenly a silver outline on the couch in the living room caught my eye. Before I could even investigate, the lamp on the small table next to the couch flashed on. "You're late," a voice spat at me with such a cold tone. "Craig?" I immediately recognized the familiar man sitting in my living room. Craig was one of my friends and lovers. Online. He was sitting on the couch, stroking his fat six inch cock and giving me a cold, sharp stare. I recognized. His free hand moved down my body and slid onto my panties. I struggled but was unable to stop him as he ran it down the front and between my legs. "Hey mate she's already wet," he exclaimed as he ran his hand over my pantie covered pussy lips." I'm ashamed to say that I was actually wet. This was the nearest I'd got to foreplay in years. "Do you think she'd like to feel my cock?" My husband didn't have time to answer as his friends hand went from my panties to his zip. I heard him lower it then. ‘It’ll be okay, Deak,’ she soothed. I nodded against her neck, but really I knew it’d never be the same between us. I let the tears fall in the safety of Jen’s skin. Prologue 3 What the hell was that about?’ I heard Anya’s tinkling little voice carry into the den. ‘It’s a lot for him to take in,’ Deak answered her. ‘He…thought he knew everything about me. We’ve…shared…intimate situations. I betrayed his trust by keeping this from him,’ he added. God, if only that were what was wrong. I thought.