For a while I settled into a routine of fucking a stranger once every two weeks. The excitement was tremendous and I thought I was careful enough. Fro... time to time the thought that I may be ruining my marriage came to my mind, but by that time my pussy was making the decisions for me. As time went on, once in two weeks was not enough and I started to increase the frequency to once in ten days, and soon it became once a week.As the hotel scene started to become less exciting, I remembered that. She’d lost her dad to war when she was little: that was twenty-six years gone. It was something that she’d never forget either even though she’d barely had a chance to even see his face: she’d been but five years old at the time.It was late afternoon, and it was Sunday. They pulled up in a local cab and came inside the darkened bar. It was February and the weather was unseasonably cool, but not too bad. The newcomers, three of them, scanned the room for their quarry. The PI they’d retained to. "I want you."Sandra started the car, a small sports car, and drove them through the freeways, up into the hills."I forgot to mention," she said coyly. "I arranged a sort of surprise for you." A surprise?" For one thing, I know this person who has this great house in the hills, with a swimming pool. He's gone for the weekend and let me have it." Wow." And the other part of the surprise you have to wait for, until we get there." More?"Sandra smirked mischievously. Laura could hardly believe the. "Oh, and the flat above, it's all part of the package." she continued."I don't know. I've never really thought about it," Linda replied. Shewent on,"Can I think about it? This is all a bit much to take in all at once." Yes, but don't leave it too long. I'll need to know in the next day ortwo."The depression of the evening lifted slightly, the meal went ahead asplanned and a few more drinks followed and the atmosphere mellowed themore drinks that were consumed.It was around eleven o'clock when.